#gonzague fanart

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sketch of little wicked Prince de Gonzague 

Beautiful story belongs to  @gonzague-if  !!astonished and impressed!!

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Some more @gonzague-if fanart of my Prince Médée as a young girl with her childhood dog, a Cane Corso named Argus.

I headcanon that even though Médée spent most of her life scheming and deceiving others, she does have a fondness for dogs because of their loyalty and honesty with affection. An Italian mastiff breed like Cane Corso seems the most likely dog breed the Gonzague family might own, as they possess a noble and imposing bearing, and the breed can trace it's ancestry back to ancient Rome. They're intelligent and can be trained as guard or hunting dogs, and they're good with children if properly socialized. It's easy to see why Médée loved that dog as a child, especially since she didn't get much affection from her own family growing up. Sadly, Argus wound up getting put down by her father after the dog bite him in an attempt to protect Médée. 😭She was just a child of only 13, and she lost her best friend and only protector!!! No wonder Médée's other attempts to protect herself end in tragedy.

Although her fondness for dogs could also explain why Médée is so drawn to Nevers and Peyrolles 🤔. Nevers does have big friendly dog vibes, and considering his skills as a swordsman, we know he's very protective and dangerous. Peyrolles is fiercely loyal and devoted to Gonzague, and likewise would also go to whatever means to protect them. If Médée is also good at charming dogs as she is at charming people, this could also work to her advantage when she was courting Aurore. As I recall in the novel, the Marquis de Caylus also kept guard dogs 🤔. Getting the dogs to recognize and trust herself and Peyrolles could not only work in winning over the Marquis but also give her an advantage later on with her schemes.

I could see Médée possibly getting a Cane Corso again as an adult. Adopting a puppy so she can train the dog early on to socialize and protect herself and her household. Possibly even Médée gifting the puppy to Aurore after they marry to help her cope with her grief, and keep her wife safe when Médée has to leave their home for "business trips." Although it is interesting to imagine Peyrolles having to help take care of the dog too, in addition to their regular duties. Not to mention, the dog could be another potential obstacle for Lagardère when he comes seeking revenge. Then again, Henri is a well-known womanizer🤔. He probably has experienced dealing with guard dogs while sneaking into a Lady's room and escaping from an angry husband or father afterward when they try to sick the hounds on him.

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Some more @gonzague-if fanart based on this heartbreaking scene from the demo featuring Nevers, my Prince Médée, and anguished kisses in the rain.

"You did not have the will to back away anymore. You were too tempted to let his voice, his gentle words lull your anger to sleep. Maybe if he just touched you, maybe if he kissed you, you could forgive him? But forgiving him would not change anything. He had ruined you. Still, you had to try. It was your last chance. You grabbed the collar of his waistcoat and pulled him to your level, letting his mouth crash against yours. Nevers hummed in surprise against your lips, yet he was prompt to respond, his fingers wrapping around your waist, hauling you close. You moved against him jerkily, sloppily, grabbing fabric and pulling again and again. His tongue was all too happy to meet yours when you pushed your way past his soft lips. He was so warm, against your mouth and against your stomach when you curved your spine to fit better against him. You kissed him hard and he responded tenderly, his fingers gently caressing you through the fabric of your shirt, slipping under your waistcoat. You were ashamed of the pitiful whimper that escaped your lips while your skin burned under his touch. In response, a deep moan made its way from his lungs to his mouth, resonating throughout your entire body, making you shiver under the heavy rain falling on both of you.That was when his lips parted from you. You chased after him.

“No... No..” He said, his voice husky. “I should not... I..."

His hands took a firm hold of your arms, locking you in place as he moved away. Refusing you.

“I am sorry, I am so sorry,” he muttered weakly.

And that settled it. There was no forgiving. No way back. No path forward. Fate had been sealed."