It was 1458, and Lord Etienne D'Elegante was every bit as
"elegant" as his name. Silks, feathers, satins, and lace at special
dispensation was di rigeur for this fancy lad. Born to the House
of Courtenay, he was well-known at Louis XI's Court, and dressed
appropriately as one of the king's lovers. He lived a life of
excess, and was quite content to be a plaything for the royalty,
even gaining proper title in exchange for his talented favors.
But the lives of the noble class are fraught with politics, and
Etienne was the bearer of Courtenay blood. In an effort to bring
the House closer to the throne, a marriage was arranged. Etienne was
furious, and made it well known that he wanted nothing to do with the
girl from the Anjou line. His tantrums could not halt the political
duties of his lineage, and so, he was wed. The consummation was
laughable, with both ready to play the bride, but Etienne performed
his duty, and disgusted, swore to never do so again.
Fortunately, the Lady D'Elegante was planted with the fruit of
his labour that night. When the child was birthed, it was a boy, and
Etienne was summoned from Louis' chamber to give the name. "Call it
Foufou la chou," he laughed, dismissing the babe. Etienne's sister,
attending at the bedside, intervened. "Etienne! At least give it
a Christian name!" "Christian, it is, then," he called on his way
out the door.
And so, Christian D'Elegante came into the world.
He grew in his father's footsteps, donning the delicate clothing
of a French dandy, but not limiting himself in terms of love. The
House of Courtenay had hoped for a strong line, but saw that this one
was no better than Etienne. They cast him aside, and focused on the
females in the line. Courtnay's lesser house, La Ferti-Loupihres,
took him in, and in poor English translation, and ale-muddled
thought, ArgentLupe read this group as "Extreme Wolflings" and
chatted their way into the noble's barroom. (Corwin's French never
was so good...) Darkan of ArgentLupe, may he rest in peace, brought
young Christian into the fold with promises of fancy dance lessons
and fine drinks. The drinks were plenty, and we'll never know for
sure about the dirty dancing, but Christian is still around.
Lord Christian enjoys his sport, and has traveled many
pastures. It is not known how many loves there have been, beast
and beyond, but numerous nights he has crawled to his pavilion,
lace and ribbons trailing, a smile upon his face.