Olivier's estate and Mary's christening
Jan. 24th, 2016 10:29 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
equal_of_any_manThe door opens into Olivier's chambers, Ermina asleep in the large carved bed. Olivier grimaces, having forgotten this is when the door had opened from and gestures them out towards the landing, holding a finger to his lips.
He pauses to place Mary in her crib, kissing her forehead before turning to do the same for his sleeping wife, tucking the blankets high around her. He pulls the door to and joins them, gesturing down the stairs to the hall.
The hall is by no means lavish but big enough to gather the village together. Built of local stone and study oak beams as thick as a man, it feels like a place that has and will endure. Olivier crouches to add more wood to the dying fire. "Welcome to my home."
He pauses to place Mary in her crib, kissing her forehead before turning to do the same for his sleeping wife, tucking the blankets high around her. He pulls the door to and joins them, gesturing down the stairs to the hall.
The hall is by no means lavish but big enough to gather the village together. Built of local stone and study oak beams as thick as a man, it feels like a place that has and will endure. Olivier crouches to add more wood to the dying fire. "Welcome to my home."
