Post by Jacques D'Mestos on Oct 29, 2019 15:03:35 GMT
As the fourth son of a merchant Jacques was used to disappointment. His mind raced as he explained the predicament to the barely interested fishmongers wife. "Want to dance with a pretty girl at the merchant guild ball? Your three brothers are higher up the tree than you. Want to set up in business on your own? Your father has only so many places for apprentices to learn and your three brothers are first in line. Always last in line and first to see his hopes dashed. Want to buy a new suit? Well, I guess on that one I did OK." He laughed and looked down at his new clothes, tasteful and stylish without being ostentatious, well made and durable without being too common. The fishmonger's wife had taken opportunity in the lull in the one sided rant and was now studiously regarding the countryside passing by the carriage, the spring colours beginning to fade in the summer heat. Jacques relaxed back into the seat, luxuriating in the space that had arisen after the fat priest who'd been sat next to him had finally alighted at the last stop before Paris, claiming he had need of respite and food despite it being at most 8hrs since they'd shared breakfast at the Inn in Evreux. Now, a couple of hours on and Jacques was beginning to wonder if that might not have been a more prudent thing for him to do as well, his belly grumbling and protesting loudly. However the coach would arrive in Paris this very night, and although it would be dark when he got there Jacques was determined to regret nothing and never be disappointed again.