28-03-2019, 03:30 PM
Troy was also the father of Helena's twin sons, Lord Vincenzo Ramon de San Finzione II and Lord Byroni Troilus de San Finzione. Her maid, Jeanne, had taken them for their 3-month checkup to La Familia Royale's doctor, who was part of the undercover security detail that La Contessa had assigned to Susan and the Equals; two members of La Squadra de Ultimados, San Finzione's elite Special Forces unit and La Familia Royale's personal guard. Susan and Julie loved the boys like their own too and were looking forward to their first visit to their "other castle."
"And you'll all be ok having Jeanne staying there? It's no trouble putting her in a La Contessa suite downtown. It'd be on me."
Susan gave a dismissive wave.
"We all like Jeanne. And they bought this place with extra bedrooms in mind, remember? We're all happy to have them here; I just hope you won't go nuts without them for a few days."
A couple of days after the twins were born, Helen was overcome with Postpartum Depression and fled the country and everyone she knew for a month. Her friends managed to find her and bring her back, and she'd been trying to make up for the lost time with the children.
"I'm sure I'll find something." Helen said as she got dressed. "I 'gots the queening to do,' it doesn't leave a lot of time for sipping Chardonnay and catching up on soaps."
"You could've come with them, left Maria in charge for a few days. I've certainly missed you."
Helen looked at Susan dreamily.
"I'd have loved to. But the studio's new movie has started shooting, and as you can imagine, 'The Sword of San Finzione' is a subject very near and dear to me."
Susan responded with a sigh.
"Yeah, I know, Helen; Julie and I spent a damn week looking all over the countryside for that thing!"
Helen laughed and put out her cigarette.
"And I'm sorry for that again. That was supposed to be a prank on Julie. If you'd asked me instead of just going along with her, I'd have told you that it was a line from Vincenzo's most famous speech to the resistance during the war. He knew that The People of San Finzione could rise up and become the sword that drove the Nazis out of the country. And they did it, in the largest, best-coordinated resistance attack in history. I know you checked Wikipedia on him; you should've clicked a couple more links."
"Yeah," Susan replied. "I was mainly looking for stuff on you when I first looked him up; I've read up on my history since then. San Finzione Studios has been around over a year; I figured after 'San Finzione Shakedown,' a movie about Vincenzo's actions in World War II would've been your next picture."
Helen lit another cigarette. She had things to do, but she was also La Contessa, and most of those things would wait for her.
"I had to find a script I approved of, first." Helen explained with a long drag. "Then there were the creative differences over the big glaring historical inaccuracy they're going with."
Susan knew what she was talking about, because she'd mentioned it whenever the film came up during pre-production.
"I'm sad to say, Helen, the studio's got a point on that one: an audience wouldn't believe an actor as young as Vincenzo really was when he did those things." Susan thought a second. "Vincenzo the First, I mean; not my godson. He's WAY too young to do all that. I don't doubt that mine could by, say the age of four, though."
Susan let the thought trail into the grin they shared. The moment was interrupted by a knock on La Contessa's door, followed immediately by a text. With Jeanne taking the twins to their father's house, none of the castle's other servants had leave to enter La Contessa's bedroom under regular circumstances, so this was their method of reaching her. She looked at the text, then back up to Susan.
"Ramirez is here." Helen said.
Susan raised an eyebrow at that.
"Something going on?"
"I'd think he'd call if there was a crisis. He's probably here for the same reason that I do need to log off and get going. He wants to see the execution, too."
"That sounds like something they might not even wait on La Contessa for." Susan replied. "Better let you go. Don't die."
"Don't die, Susan." Helen replied. ending the call.
Helen finished getting cleaned up and went to see the Supreme Commander of her armed forces.
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"And you'll all be ok having Jeanne staying there? It's no trouble putting her in a La Contessa suite downtown. It'd be on me."
Susan gave a dismissive wave.
"We all like Jeanne. And they bought this place with extra bedrooms in mind, remember? We're all happy to have them here; I just hope you won't go nuts without them for a few days."
A couple of days after the twins were born, Helen was overcome with Postpartum Depression and fled the country and everyone she knew for a month. Her friends managed to find her and bring her back, and she'd been trying to make up for the lost time with the children.
"I'm sure I'll find something." Helen said as she got dressed. "I 'gots the queening to do,' it doesn't leave a lot of time for sipping Chardonnay and catching up on soaps."
"You could've come with them, left Maria in charge for a few days. I've certainly missed you."
Helen looked at Susan dreamily.
"I'd have loved to. But the studio's new movie has started shooting, and as you can imagine, 'The Sword of San Finzione' is a subject very near and dear to me."
Susan responded with a sigh.
"Yeah, I know, Helen; Julie and I spent a damn week looking all over the countryside for that thing!"
Helen laughed and put out her cigarette.
"And I'm sorry for that again. That was supposed to be a prank on Julie. If you'd asked me instead of just going along with her, I'd have told you that it was a line from Vincenzo's most famous speech to the resistance during the war. He knew that The People of San Finzione could rise up and become the sword that drove the Nazis out of the country. And they did it, in the largest, best-coordinated resistance attack in history. I know you checked Wikipedia on him; you should've clicked a couple more links."
"Yeah," Susan replied. "I was mainly looking for stuff on you when I first looked him up; I've read up on my history since then. San Finzione Studios has been around over a year; I figured after 'San Finzione Shakedown,' a movie about Vincenzo's actions in World War II would've been your next picture."
Helen lit another cigarette. She had things to do, but she was also La Contessa, and most of those things would wait for her.
"I had to find a script I approved of, first." Helen explained with a long drag. "Then there were the creative differences over the big glaring historical inaccuracy they're going with."
Susan knew what she was talking about, because she'd mentioned it whenever the film came up during pre-production.
"I'm sad to say, Helen, the studio's got a point on that one: an audience wouldn't believe an actor as young as Vincenzo really was when he did those things." Susan thought a second. "Vincenzo the First, I mean; not my godson. He's WAY too young to do all that. I don't doubt that mine could by, say the age of four, though."
Susan let the thought trail into the grin they shared. The moment was interrupted by a knock on La Contessa's door, followed immediately by a text. With Jeanne taking the twins to their father's house, none of the castle's other servants had leave to enter La Contessa's bedroom under regular circumstances, so this was their method of reaching her. She looked at the text, then back up to Susan.
"Ramirez is here." Helen said.
Susan raised an eyebrow at that.
"Something going on?"
"I'd think he'd call if there was a crisis. He's probably here for the same reason that I do need to log off and get going. He wants to see the execution, too."
"That sounds like something they might not even wait on La Contessa for." Susan replied. "Better let you go. Don't die."
"Don't die, Susan." Helen replied. ending the call.
Helen finished getting cleaned up and went to see the Supreme Commander of her armed forces.
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