It's the 15th century. Woman are to be loyal and obedient, while men are supposed to fight in wars and fulfill their duties. Woman must be beautiful, men must be noble. There is a mishap in the royal court, the location Versailles, France.
Flowers are budding, fingers are rubbing, you're chasing that man, that one you call "hubby." -Me 2022.
Queen Anne dressed formally this morning, she noticed that the king was speaking to another woman. This is what the lady wore.
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While she wore this.
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Queen Anne: Oh! Lady Parlinton!
The fair mistress turned around.
Lady Parlinton: Oh! Grace to your majesty!
She bowed, the queen using her finger to lift her back up.
Queen Anne: Oh please, rise. We wouldn't want the king's seed to stress too much now do we?
The queen grinned, looking at the hand the mistress placed on her stomach.
Lady Parlinton: Your majesty.
She looked to both sides of them.
Lady Parlinton: Come with me..
The mistress grabbed the queen's hand, taking her to a small and dark hallway.
The mistress sobbed into the queen's chest, surprising her majesty.
Queen Anne: I'm sorry, your grace?
Lady Parlinton: I really didn't want to.. he forced me to.
Queen Anne: So.. he..
Lady Parlinton: I was molested.. I had loved a man.. I wanted to marry him, but the king stole everything before I could do so..
Queen Anne: If he loved you..
Lady Parlinton: I told him! I told him, alright.. he hates me now!
Queen Anne: Come on, dear.
She extended her hand, they took a carriage out to the town.
King Louis III kept walking after hearing that conversation..
Lady Parlinton returned to her room. Her maids were preparing a bath for her.
The king slammed into her room, the anxious maids exiting. There was a fury on his face.
She fell to the ground in fear, he knelt beside her in fear and grabbed her face harshly.
King Louis III: Why are you spreading rumors about our relationship?!
He threw her to the ground in rage, and she cried.
King Louis III: THAT WAS BETWEEN US, NOT HER MAJESTY.
Lady Parlinton: Please your majesty! You have brought enough ruin upon me! You have taken away my virginity!
She cried, she was only 14 years old (and even though that is so fucking young nowadays, that was completely normal. You would be frowned upon, considered ugly if you were a virgin and not married by the age of 13).
Lady Parlinton: Why can't you JUST KILL ME.
King Louis III: You are carrying my child. Since you've brought up that point, let us discuss it.
She looked up, in horror. The sweat almost practically replaced the water drops from the bath.
King Louis III: You are ruin, you are destroying the reputation, that I, as the ruler of England, cannot withstand. So, if you have a son, you and my son can go to a small place in England. If you have a daughter..
He picked her up by her neck.
King Louis III: I'll have your ashes to show off in the holy museum..
He let her go, exiting the room.
The maids bowed, returning to the damned mistress.
