TITLE: PINK FORTUNE
GENRE: YA Historical Fantasy
That day my name became untrue. I could no longer be called fortunate.
I was with Papa, picking lavender, tying it in bundles for Maman’s tinctures. My frock clung to my chest from the heat and Papa’s ring hung like a stone against my neck. Only yesterday he gave it to me, slipping it off his thumb where he always wore it.
He was nearby, singing his fée song to the flowers, the barley and the wheat. He sang in their language, saying goodbye. Adieu songs.
Tomorrow he’d ride to Versailles to petition the King about the edict.
He held up a perfect stalk of lavender. “I will miss this place, Fortunée.” He nudged the bees back with his hands.
“You will return,” I said.
“If the King is merciful.”
I stared at his face, making a picture in my mind: his eyes bright with being among the plants, his arms red and shiny with sweat, his tunic and breeches caked with dust.
It’d been a fortnight since Maman and Papa had told my brother, Bertrand, and me, but still I could not quite believe he was going to leave us.
“I will not be gone long,” he said. “I am sure of it.”
I said nothing. I was thinking of the trip Maman, Bertrand, and I had ahead of us while Papa traveled to Versailles. How the three of us would stay in a cottage near Paris while Maman attended a Baroness.