He Would Still Guess It's A Bad Idea - Tumblr Posts
Jean-Baptiste’s heart felt a twinge of compassion for his daughter. She was so young, meek and defenseless. That innocence in her voice, the look on her worried face, he couldn’t help but think of a puppy licking the hand that beat him. She would be used to pay for something that wasn’t even her fault.
“I am sorry, Claude...I did not expect so early, but right now, our position is under threat. Thanks to Charles’ awful track record this year, and the fact I can no longer fully complete each execution...Magistrates do realize that other candidates for the office of Monsieur de Paris are more apt. The second they find something that could make the office confiscable, they would do it. Hérisson did place that ultimatum.”
She seemed so surprised at being allowed to the dissection room. Being to busy training his sons and apprentices, he sadly missed the chance to complete her training, or even giving it attention. Also, in terms of thoughts, sometimes, he could sense that deep down, his mother stayed an “outsider woman”. Her care for the family reputation, her will to prevent the girls from helping on the scaffold. He hated disobeying her, but now, it was a matter of common sense. A tinge of guilt travelled through him. He did her dirty so much. “Yes, Claude, you are going to the dissection room. After all, you would not be able to fulfill marital duties if you are actively prevented from knowing how to do so.”
Ignore your heart, ignore your heart.
Part of him also hated the idea of condemning his daughter to life as a “beatable wife”, who constantly “needed” correction. That was not a fate he would wish upon her.
continued from here with @subyss-chan
Father referring to Madeleine as "Claude" at least clued her in that she wasn't in trouble. Unless it was her grandmother, or if Madeleine's did something bad, her first name was used.
Since she could remember, Madeleine was told that she'll one day marry and be a part of another executioner's family. That it was the sacred duty of all daughters born under the Sanson family to bear children and support their husbands, no matter if the husband was rich or poor. No one knew this better than Anne-Marthe, the Iron Law, and so, Madeleine did her best to know of the various families that were just as "cursed" as the Sansons for using their hands to take lives.
"So soon? But I'm barely 16!" She uttered, snapping her eyes upwards. Madeleine was about to continue when she gave weight to what her father said.
"Wait. . .I'll be going down to that dissection room, then?" As much as she felt disgusted with the family's profession, Madeleine couldn't help but feel curious about that room, having only seen it whenever a message needed to be passed on to Jean-Baptiste if her step-mother or the servants were too busy. Anne-Marthe made it clear that women weren't allowed to enter the dissection room, so if she heard of this, Anne-Marthe would be red with fury at both her eldest granddaughter and son.