Compagnons D'Âme

Chapter 3: Liberté

“Oh dear,” she whispered, shock present in her voice. Her eyes widen and she began to wring her hands. “Oh dear.”

“Dame Safran,” I said, trying to comfort her. “I didn’t mean to cause a fuss with you.” I was worried that I had upset a Dame and what my punishment would be. I do so hope that the Roi was not fond of whips. One look at Colombe showed me the damage and pain they afflicted.

“Oh, Papillon,” she said, turning to me and giving me a small smile. “Nothing is your fault. But what did they tell you that you were bought for?”

“Nothing,” I replied. “I am a pleasure slave, Dame, I just assumed that is what I was bought for.”

“Well you know what assuming does,” she said, an odd mix of anger and humor in her voice. I was puzzled. “But nothing can be done now. I guess Roi Aigle will have to go extra slow and gentle with you.”

“What do you mean?” I asked. “I am just a pleasure slave, he needs not be slow and gentle at all.”

“You don’t understand,” she said, shaking her hand. “Roi Aigle doesn’t want a pleasure slave. He wants a lover.”

“I think you are right,” I said. “I don’t understand.”

She sighs at me. “I don’t have that much time. Dinner is in little over an hour, and Roi Aigle wants to present you to the court then. Your little friend shall be introduced next week or so, whenever Rubis says he is up to it. Everything else will be explained by Roi Aigle, now we have to go.” She led me through a door on the other side of the room that we had entered from, into a lavish bedroom.

I gasped at the beauty of it. Rich carpet in a deep blue covered the room. The room was vast. A large canopy bed was off to one side, done in blue velvet and carved from mahogany. A matching table stood next to it and several feet away was a large wardrobe that could have held five people comfortably. A large vanity held a mirror trimmed in silver and jewels. Cases of books, a sofa, three chairs, and an elegant coffee table took up one corner of the room. It was filled with every luxury even a Dame could imagine, and sitting on the bed was the Roi, still in his lovely white outfit, looking serene.

I felt embarrassed that I didn’t notice the Esprit sooner. Dame Safran had, and she was still in a deep curtsy. I blushed and immediately dropped down on all fours. Surly I would be punished now.

If I had the ears of an Esprit, I would have heard the gentle foot falls of his shoes as he approached. The first thing I did notice about his sudden movement was him lifting my chin up. He had crouched down to better see me, and I got a better look at this face.

It was so handsome and smooth, like it had been carved from marble rather then made from flesh. It held a ghost of a smile and his eyes were boring into mine.

“I told you before,” he said, after what seemed like hours, but was merely seconds. “Your eyes are far to lovely to look at the ground. And why are you making yourself such a mess after a bath. Do you enjoy getting clean so much?” I could tell it was a joke, but I was too shocked to show amusement in it.

“Roi Aigle,” said Dame Safran. “I think he is confused and scared. He doesn’t realize why he is here.” I tried to nod that what she said was true, but the shock was still in my body, and not allowing it to move.

“I would have thought the collar said it all, but I am guessing you didn’t let him read it before putting it on him?” Roi Aigle asked. Safran nodded. “Then I shall read it for him. It says ‘Le beau Papillon tient le coeur du Roi Aigle’.” I gasped. The Roi smiled and then brought me to my feet. “Does that answer all your questions?”

I shook my head, too nervous and startled to speak. The Roi claimed I held his heart? He hadn’t even known me for more they a few minutes, and already he was saying that he loved me.

“I believe I have shocked him,” said Roi Aigle. “Perhaps I should have given him more time then a few hours to get use to his new life, but I was never a patient one. I do hope you forgive me.” I didn’t realize that he was talking to me. He gave me another look and I nodded. How could I not forgive a Roi?

“If you shall not be needing me until later, I shall be leaving,” said Dame Safran. Roi Aigle nodded his consent and she curtsied and left through another door. I, for the first time, was alone with Roi Aigle. He led me to sitting area and sat me on the sofa, then took the place next to me.

“I know this is very new and strange to you Papillon,” he said, his voice so very soft and gentle, I thought it to be able to rival a baby’s breath. “But I hope you will adjust to it, eventually.”

“Your majesté,” I said. “I do not understand why I am here.”

“Aigle, please,” he said. “Use my titles only in public, in private I want to hear my name said by your gentle lips. I wish to hear it said in public also, but tradition dictates it can’t be. And you are here to become my lover, and hopefully much more.” I looked at him, still not understanding his reasons for buying me. He sighed. “I know it is hard on you, but I will try and make it easy as possible. I want you, until you wish to be more, as my companion. I want you with me as much as possible. When I can’t be with you, I hope you will be taking lessons from the men who once taught me, or with someone I trust.” I nodded. Being told what to do was what I had been trained for.

“Does that suit your wishes and needs, Petite Fée?” he asked me. I wrinkled my nose at the nickname, which caused him to laugh a bit. “I will take that as a yes. And I like the nickname, not as much as the other ones I have for you, but I believe you and I must become more acquainted before I can use them.” I blushed at this and he again gave a laugh. “Well, it is almost time for dinner, we shall be off.”

“I have already eaten, Aigle,” I replied. I felt too nervous to go anywhere, especially after remembering what Safran had said about him presenting me at dinner.

“Really?” asked a skeptical Aigle. “When and what was it?”

“I ate some bread and broth when I was still with Rubis,” I replied, bowing my head. Aigle gently lifted my chin.

“That surly couldn’t have filled you up,” he said. “You must be famished. And if I don’t feed you, people will begin to wonder if I have a fetish for skeletons.” He smiled at his own joke, and I blushed. I knew I was very thin, first from the poverty of my family, then from my enslavement. “Come, you must eat and be presented to the Cour before the other ceremonies can take place.” Before I could question him farther, he had gently lifted me from the sofa and was ushering me toward the door that Safran had left from, moments ago. Outside were more Gardes, waiting for Aigle and me to exit the room so they could escort us to the dinning room. Aigle held me close to him, as the Gardes flanked us on every side. The walk was a long one, and my feet were tired after the first few minutes of walking. I was so used to having my bare feet spread out, and now the shoes were pinching them together. I bit my tongue to hide a whimper, and prayed Aigle hadn’t noticed. I felt him give a tighter squeeze to me, but didn’t know if it was to comfort me or to assure himself that I was still there.

Finally we arrived in front of a pair of double doors with pictures of fruits carved into them, which I assumed to be the dinning room. Instead of being lead through them like I thought, we were lead to a small antechamber to the right of it.

The room held a small padded bench and a mirror. In it already was a nervous looking Safran pacing the in front of another door and an Esprit male on the padded bench. The male was older then Aigle, though it was hard to tell because of the youthful appearances of the Spiritueux. He was as tall as Aigle, but had medium length black hair with yellow highlights. He was dressed in a black tunic and leggings, with a white embroidered design of a forest on it, set with a few deep green emeralds and other dark gems. The moment we entered, Safran and the dark man turned their eyes on us.

“Your nearly late,” lectured Safran, dropping into a deep curtsy. The man gave a slight bow from his seat.

“I beg your pardon,” said Aigle. “We hurried as fast as possible. It seems that you have been able to find someone for my request. Duc Foudre, I am pleased that you have agreed to take Papillon on as your salle.” I was confused, I had never heard the term salle before.

“Think nothing of it,” replied the dark man, Duc Foudre, rising from his seat to approach us. “The honor is all mine. You are practically given me greater fame and fortune for no reason at all.”

“I would say you will be doing much, sir,” smiled Aigle. “After all, you know all the duties that go with being a gardien.”

“Yes, but I have been meaning to take a salle on for some time, as I plan to remain single for years to come,” Duc Foudre said. “And as you request it, I shall do everything I can to please your majesté.”

“Salle?” I asked, before I could stop myself. I winched at my rudeness.

“A salle, Petite Fée,” he said, turning toward me. “Is a person who is put under the care of another, like being adopted without losing your parents. You receive the benefits as if you were a child born from your gardien, but you cannot claim their title or fortune if they die. It is often done when a Noble or Royal wishes to marry someone of the lower class, like myself.”

“The formal Ceremony shall be next week,” said the Duc. “But nothing will change about your life.” I highly doubted that, as my life was in constant change since I have been brought to this place. Aigle lead me to the padded bench that the Duc had been setting on. I didn’t want to sit, but I could tell that I didn’t have much of a choice and I was feeling a bit weak, so I did so without complaint. Aigle and the Duc had a whispered conversation that my Mortel ears could not hear. Safran moved to my side.

“We will enter soon,” she said in a low voice. “Although this doesn’t look like the grand entrance it is. You will be lead to the seat left of the Roi’s, and Duc Foudre shall sit next to you. The Roi shall make the announcements he needs to, then you will stand again and bow to the Cour. That is all that is required of you tonight. I hope you can manage.” I nod, but am not sure if I can. It seems easy enough, but I have no idea what Aigle shall announce to his Cour. Before I have time to question, the door opens. Safran gives my hand a squeeze, then rises and exits through the open door.

Aigle and the Duc broke apart. The Duc walks over and gently helps me to my feet, then leads me through the open door. The dinning room was dominated by a large table, with about fifty people seated at it. The tile floor was made to show a design of fruits with young girls dancing about them. I was led by the Duc down a row of people, all who turned to look at me. I recognized Safran in the group, she gave me a smile. I also saw Dame Lis and Dame Soie, who gave me a frown. I was too nervous to return either gesture, or the others that were given to me.

We stopped at the other end of the table. The Duc pulled out a chair for me, and I was sat down in it. Across from me sat Lupe, and next to him his mère. Both of them gave me a smile, which I returned nervously. I sat next to the end of the table and the only empty chair, which I knew was meant for Aigle.

He soon came in and stood in front of his seat. Everyone rose, and I followed. We all bowed or curtsied then sat back down. Aigle, though, remained standing.

“Members of the Cour,” he said, in a booming voice. “I have a few announcements to say. Duc Foudre has decided to take Papillon, the boy seated next to me, as his salle. And I have decided to start the courtship of Papillon.” The Cour gave a mumble of congratulations to Aigle, the Duc, and me. I was certain that I was blushing. I knew what I was supposed to do. I gently rose and gave a deep bow. More mumbles followed about how lovely and dear I was. I remained in the bow until I felt a tap from the Duc and rose. I was going to sit again, but Aigle caught my hand.

“With that, I hope you all shall enjoy the meal in honor of these two grand occasions,” Aigle said, then we both sat. Servers appeared from nowhere and sat a salad down in front of all of us, before moving down the table.

I was too nervous to eat, so I just picked at my vegetables. Conversation were going on all around me, but I was glad no one had started one with me. The Royal family and the Duc smiled at me whenever they caught my eye, but that was it.

Following the salad was many courses, most with meats, fruits, or vegetables, and accompanied by sweet bread. During a fish course, Dame Lis made her way toward the front of the table. She curtsied to us before she spoke.

“Your majestés, Duc Foudre, and your charming le petit,” she said in a sickening sweet voice. “I offer my congratulations to you all on your happiness.”

“Thank you, Dame Lis,” said Aigle. “I am pleased that you approve.” I could tell that Aigle didn’t, but he was trying to be nice.

“I assume you mean to take Papillion,” she said my name like a curse, hiding it under her false sweetness, “As your jeune mariée in time.” I hid my surprise. Aigle meant to marry me? How could that be?

“You assume right then,” he said. At that I nearly gasped. I couldn’t understand why Aigle kept altering my views of reality. “Is their anything else you wish to ask?”

“I beg your attentions only a little longer, your grace,” she said. “But my sister and I were curious as to when you shall give him the breuvage magique de miracle.” I gasped, as did everyone around me. I have heard of the breuvage magique de miracle, it was a potion to allow a male to conceive a child, not something that a Dame should discuss in open. I cringed at the thought of that potion being forced down my throat, for I knew I shan’t ever take it willingly. To give birth to the child, one must go through extreme pain, and also it would mean that Aigle and I would have sex. Though I was trained to be a pleasure slave, the thought of sex still frightened me.

“Dame Lis,” spoke the Duc in a strained voice. “I hope you don’t find me rude in asking you to return to your seat and to not speak of such things again, especially to Papillon. I have a desire to keep my salle innocent and sweet for his marriage, something your mère seems to have failed in.” Dame Lis looked shocked and turned a brilliant shade of red, before muttering her farewells to us. I noticed that she didn’t return to her seat, but left. Dame Soie followed her a few minutes later.

Dinner went on without any further interruptions. I was too full to eat another bite after the fifth course, so all my dishes were cleared away untouched.

“It seems your Papillon wants to be like his namesake,” said the Duc to Aigle. “He seems to want to fly, why else would he have barely eaten a bite.” I blush at that.

“I beg your forgiveness,” I mumbled to Aigle and the Duc, the first time I had spoken all evening.

“Think nothing of it,” said Aigle to me, then to turned to the Duc to speak. “He is still recovering from his years of torture, it will be many weeks before he is able to eat at a regular amount of food.” After he said that, I yawned. I was still so tired and weak. I was normally kept in a cage all day unless I was out to practice dance moves or other such things that I needed to know as a slave. All this walking wasn’t natural to me.

“Perhaps you should excuse him early,” said Loup, joining the conversation. “He looks nearly dead on his feet, and not interested in food.”

“I believe my brother is right,” said Aigle. A moment later, a server came to clear away our plates. Aigle motioned to him to approach him. The server bowed and Aigle whispered something in his ear. The server nodded then turned to me and bowed.

“I shall escort you out, Papillon,” he said, helping me rise from my chair. The Royal family and the Duc said their farewells to me and I returned them. The server led me out the door I had seen the Dames exit through. Outside, three Gardes stood. The server bowed to them and gently pushed me forward. I stumbled into one of the Gardes’s arms.

The Garde holding me turned to the server. “Send Dame Safran to his room after she has left.” The server nodded and returned to the dinning hall.

Instead of dropping me, the Garde carried me through the halls, the long distance back to the room that I had been in earlier. The Gardes outside it opened the door and the Gardes that had escorted me entered the room, and placed me on the bed.

“This is to be your room,” said the Garde. “Dame Safran shall come soon with some maids to help you get ready for the night. They then left me in the beautiful room. I would have nodded to them, but the sleepiness had truly sunk in and I fell asleep.

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I had not even slept an hour, before I heard the door open. Safran entered, followed by four young Spiritueux dressed in plain red and blue cotton gowns. I wanted to just fall back asleep, but they approached me hand helped my weary body rise from the soft bed covers.

“He is nearly out of it again,” said Safran. “We must work quickly.” Two of the maids removed the clothing and jewelry I was wearing. I was too tired to protest and could barely watch as they went and put it in what I guessed was the proper places. Another made brought forth a silk sleeping gown that was embroidered in silver with flowers. I was slipped into the cool softness of it. Safran pulled me until I sat on the dainty chair in front of the vanity and she picked up a brush and began to again smooth out my messy hair, and braided it. I was then led back to the bed, that had been turned down. I was crawled into the silk sheets, and was tucked into the soft cocoon of silk, velvet, and satin that was the bedding. Safran and the maids left quietly to let me fall back asleep.

Though I was still tired and on the brink of falling into the land of dreams, thoughts of home came to me. I began to wonder about my parents and siblings, and what had happened to them. With all this talk of becoming a salle to a Duc and engaged to a Roi, I began to ponder about my old life, before I became a slave.

For the first time, I wondered what my life would have been like if my parents had gone for their other choice, having me marry Herbe. I would have never had to go through the torture of enslavement. I could have remained happily in my village with the people that I loved.

Then again, I would have never met Colombe, nor would I be in this bed, dressed in silks, with a stomach full of rich food. I would have never seen the wonders of the Palais, nor known of the people inside of it.

I couldn’t tell which life was better. And that confused me. I always thought I would be looking back on my old life with regret and longing, but that was when I thought a cruel Maître would own me. Now that I wasn’t even sure I was owned. I sighed into the soft bed and fell asleep again.

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The next time I awoke, it was morning. I groaned and pulled myself from beneath the blankets. The new sun was shining in my face. It had already had a sure place in the sky, so I knew that it had to be getting closer to late morning. I wondered why no one had come to awaken me. My bladder was full, so I made my way to the bathroom to relief myself. When I returned, a confused Safran and the maids from last night were standing in the middle of the room. One of them was holding a tray of food that must have been attended for someone’s breakfast.

Seeing me, Safran gave a relieved sigh. “I was wondering were you where,” she said to me. “Come and eat so that you can get dressed.” She led me into the sitting area. The maid put the tray on the table and I was sat in front of it. I nibbled on the fruits and meat pastry, and drank a sip of the juice. I was going to pull away, but was stopped.

“Rubis says that you should eat all of this food,” Safran lectured. “As your dame dans l\'attente, I am responsible for you. So eat, Papillon.” I grimaced, but finished my meal. The food was superb, but I believed it too much for me. I was lucky to receive a crust of bread a day during my training and about the same when I was home. After a few more bites the food became a struggle to eat, but I finished, feeling slightly sick.

Safran sat on the sofa and pulled me into her lap. She soothed me by cooing nonsense songs and massaging my stomach. I whimpered a bit, but mostly held it back. I watched as the maids brought clothing from the wardrobe and jewelry from a case on the vanity, and placed it on the now made bed. I felt better after awhile, and Safran lead me to the bed area of the room. She striped me of the gown, and handed the sleeping gown to one of the maids. I was then dressed in a sleeveless silk sea green tunic trimmed in white, and embroidered with a leaf pattern and some jade. I was also given matching leggings and slippers, then a large white silk belt was put around my waist and tied in a bow. She then led me to the vanity, and let my hair down from its braid. She brushed it easier this time than the previous two, then rebraided my hair, twining white silk into this time. A maid brought forth a silver collar, many silver bangles, and five silver band rings, that were put on all my fingers but my thumbs, pinkies, and left ring finger.

“Roi Aigle,” said Safran, after I had been properly dressed. “Has requested that you accompany him, Prince Loup, and Duc Foudre on a ride this afternoon.”

“Of course,” I said. Truthfully I didn’t know the first thing about riding, as I have never rode before. I only hoped that I wouldn’t make a complete fool of myself.

“And don’t fear,” smiled Safran. “Roi Aigle was sure you have never rode again, so the stable master, Foin, shall accompany you to help you.” She winked at me. “But until then, you are free to do as you wish. Would you like to go and see the gardens?” I was about to say yes, until it occurred to me that Colombe was still ill.

“If I could,” I asked. “Could I go and visit Colombe.”

“Of course,” said Safran. “I will take you to visit Colombe. I am sure you are missing your friend dearly.” I nodded, and turned back to the vanity for one last look at myself. I noticed that the collar I wore again had words on it, and could tell that it was the same saying as yesterday.

“How did Roi Aigle get all my clothing and jewelry so fast?” I asked, as it dawned on me that there hadn’t been enough time for him to arrange for all of this to be done.

“Your clothing belonged to Prince Loup and Roi Aigle when they were younger,” she said. “As did the jewelry. But the Roi had all of your collars engraved with that saying, to remind you of your worth and warn others to not harm you.” I nodded, fingering the collar. I rose and went to the door, followed by Safran. The maids seem to be staying to tidy up the room.

Outside, the Gardes were still posted. As Safran and I walked away, two of them followed. I noticed that one of them had been the one to carry me to the room last night.

Both of them were at the full height of the Spiritueux, and dressed in the red and gold uniform, and a sword. I stopped, as did Safran and the Gardes.

“I am Papillon,” I said, bowing to the Gardes. “Thank you for you assistance last night, but I will not trouble you further.” I was going to tell them they didn’t have to follow us, but didn’t think I had the authority to do so.

“No trouble at all, Papillon,” said the Garde that had helped me. “We are to be part of your personal Garde, to make certain nothing happens to you.”

“What would happen to me?” I asked.

“You will most likely be the new Reine by the years end,” said the Garde. “That inspires jealously and motive for others.”

“Then, I should at least know your names,” I said.

“I am Arbre and my partner is Vautour,” he said. I smiled again at them. I had a feeling that I would enjoy the company of the Gardes.

On our way to the La Chambre Du Guérisseur, we past several people. The stopped and bowed to us, Safran curtsied and the Gardes bowed, but when I tried to, Safran stopped me.

“You are higher in rank then any of them,” she whispered to me.

“But I have no rank,” I replied.

“You will though,” she said, and that was the end of the conversation. The next time, I nodded instead of bowing, and Safran didn’t poke me, nor did the Dame we pass scorn my rudeness for not bowing to her.

“Whom do I bow to?” I asked, when the Dame had passed.

“You will bow to the Royal Family, and the Ducs and Duchesses,” she replied. I ran across no one of high enough to ranking, though, to bow.

Finally we came to the staircase to the La Chambre Du Guérisseur. Arbre and Safran walked in front me, and Vautour behind, as we walked up. When we arrived outside the room, Arbre opened the door and Safran and I walked inside.

The La Chambre Du Guérisseur was the same as it had been when I had left in the following evening. Rubis was checking on Colombe’s wounds and Cereza was feeding him more broth. When Rubis pulled away and noticed us, she smiled. Safran curtsied and I bowed.

“Greetings Papillon and Dame Safran,” she said. Cereza gave us a smile, but she was too busy feeding Colombe to do much else.

“Hello Rubis,” I said. “I have come to visit Colombe, if that is alright.”

“Of course it is,” she said. “Loup has already been up here this morning, along with Safran and Aigle.”

“He is already upset with me for that visit,” laughed Safran. “He didn’t want to finish his meal this morning.”

“It was too much,” I said, blushing a bit.

“Nonsense,” said Rubis. “Your meals are still rather small, they will be getting larger so that your stomach can hold the proper nutrients needed. The same for Colombe.” I winced at the thought of more food. I didn’t think right now I would ever need to eat again. Cereza had finished feeding him, so I took his place.

Colombe looked much better then I have ever seen him. His coloring was good, and he seemed more relax. He gave me a small smile.

“Hi Papillon,” he said, his voice also more sturdy.

“How are you?” I asked.

“I am better,” he smiled. “Loup came to see me again this morning and last night. He told me that Duc Fleuve is going to take me on as a salle when I am better.”

“Duc Foudre is taking me on as one also,” I replied, wondering if Colombe knew what was intended for us, as I did. He smiled again at me.

“So you shall be marrying Aigle, and I shall marry Loup,” he said. I gasped.

“How did you know what they have planned,” I questioned.

“Loup told me,” he laughed at my shocked face. “I at first didn’t believe him, but then Rubis assured me that he meant it. I cannot believe we have come from being slaves, to being Duchesses and future Princesses.”

“We are male Colombe,” I said.

“But we are to be married to males, so our titles are female,” he responded. I blushed. So I was to be considered a female in the eyes of the Cour.

“Don’t worry,” said Safran. “I won’t dress you as a female.” Rubis, Cereza, Colombe, and her laughed at the joke, and I gave a giggle, hoping she was telling the truth. I didn’t think those gowns and corsets I have seen were very comfortable.

Colombe and I spoke for about an hour with each other, not really focusing on our old lives or new, but things in general. He asked me about Safran and about what I learned while he was asleep. He told me about the visit earlier and how Aigle had commented on the fact that I ate less then a real papillon. We both giggled and smiled, rejoicing in the fact that we could talk and not be punished like when we had been slaves.

Finally, I could take it no longer. I turned to Safran who was talking with Rubis about something to do with minor scar treatment.

“Are we still slaves?” I asked. Safran stopped talking and turned to me.

“Not since you have arrived here,” she said. “You are both free.” I gasped in shock. For the past four yeas I have been a slave, then suddenly not to be in a moment, seemed odd. Safran smiled at me, then went back to talking with Rubis, and I to talking with Colombe.

After another twenty minutes, Colombe fell asleep.

“You should leave,” said Rubis. “He needs rest and if he thinks you are still here, he won’t get any. Go to the gardens or the library before my nephews take you riding. Enjoy your freedom.” I nodded, and with Safran left.

The Gardes were still outside the room, and we walked down the same way we had up. I didn’t know what to do with myself now that I was free. I remembered Safran’s suggestion that we go to the gardens.

“If it is possible,” I said to her. “May we see the gardens now?” She nodded at me, and we were led toward a wing of the Palais I had yet to be in. I thought now that I was free I should enjoy something I never had been able to before, the beauty of nature.

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Author\'s Notes: Edited by Saiwa of fictionpress.

French Dictonary

Altessess- Highnesses

Ange- Angel

breuvage magique de miracle- magic beverage of miracle

Commerçants Slaves- Slavic tradesmen

Compagnons D\'Âme- Companions of Heart

Contesse- Countess

Cour- Court

Dame- lady

dame dans l\'attente- lady-in-waiting

Duc- Duke

Duchesse- Duchess

enchère- auction

Entraîneur- Trainer

Fée- Fairy

Gardes- Guards

gardien- guardian

guérisseur- healer

jeune mariée- bride

La Chambre Du Guérisseur- The Chamber of Healing

La Terre- Earth

Liberté- Freedom

L\'Espagne- Spain, but it is a foreign country to my people. Too lazy to come up with another name on my own.

Maîtres/ Maître- Masters/ Master

majesté- majesty

Médecine Forte- Strong Medicine

Mère- mother

Mortel/ Mortels- Mortals/ Mortal. Basically humans.

Palais- Palace

Parole- Word, but used for their language name.

Père- father

Petite Fée- Small Fairy

piPces de monnaie en cuivre- copper coins.

piPces d\'or- gold coins

piPces en argent- silver coins

Reine de Douairière- Dowager Queen

Roi- King

salle- ward

seigneurs- lords

Sol- Ground, but being used for their name for their Country

Spiritueux/ Esprit- Spirits/ Spirit. I am using them as an elf like race of immortals. Also the superior class in La Terre

Tante- Aunt

Un Nouveau Changement- A New Change

Name Translator

Aigle means eagle

Arbre means tree

Baie means Berry

Cereza means Cherry in Spanish

Colombemeans dove

Corneille means crow

Herbe means grass

Émeraude means emerald

Foudre means lightning

Lis means Lily, and her nickname means weed

Loup means wolf

Moineau means sparrow

Mounce means fly

Papillon means butterfly

Rubis means ruby

Safran means saffron

Soie means silk, and her nickname means cotton.

Tournesol means sunflower

Vautour means vulture