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.
The queen entered the carriage, smiling modestly with success.
She caught her head piece that fell in her lap while wearing this:
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While her ladies helped her, wearing this.
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They were on their way back, until the man named Polento had a bow in hand, ready to aim for the pregnant queen.
Lady Montysvan: I am going to miss it here..
Lady Charlétte: It was so colorful, her majesty can hopefully promise us another trip..
They looked at her, expectantly.
Queen Anne: Why are you guys so spoiled?
She chuckled in a way of saying "fine," her ladies squealing.
A few of the guards from France took the guy, they rode in a separate carriage.
They heard the ruckus, figuring out what happened.
They arrived, the king was out of sight.
Queen Anne: Where is his majesty?
Guard: Your majesty.. he's..
Queen Anne: He's-?
Lady Montysvan: Speak!
Guard: Your majesty, your grace.. you may go see for yourself.
The queen felt a chill down her back, hearing a female's moaning come from his room.
She opened the door, the young lady was shocked, grabbing her clothes and running off.
Queen Anne: I hate you. You are dead to me, Louis.
King Louis III: Excuse me? You have no right to speak to me like that?
Queen Anne: I don't care. I'm filing for a divorce.
King Louis III: You cannot? You forget your place-
Queen Anne: I FORGET NOTHING. I REMEMBER CLEARLY WELL, WHO I THOUGHT OF YOU TO BE. YOU CANNOT WAIT A FEW DAYS WITHOUT SLEEPING WITH ANOTHER SLUT. I AM DIVORCING YOU, MY LADIES ARE COMING WITH ME, AND I TAKE HALF OF YOUR STUFF.
She walked away, crying.
King Louis III: ANNE.
She kept walking.
He ran after her.
King Louis III: STOP. YOU ARE GOING NO WHERE.
Queen Anne: Please! You continue to try and control me!
King Louis III: I still care for you, our bond has always been there.
Queen Anne: No. We had a burning fire, a passion. It's flames scattered everywhere on land, until these woman came. They were a tsunami from the ocean, precipitation from the sky. Raining, taking out this fire. (Snaps finger) This love is gone, replaced. Taken over.
King Louis III: You dare-
Queen Anne: I dare not. This is why, to fully forget me, I'm bringing my two sons with me.
She headed to her room, her ladies looking him up and down in shame.
King Louis III: BEHEAD THE QUEEN.
The guards didn't listen.
King Louis III: You guys dare not listen to me.
Guard: Sire, she is no longer a part of your court. You can't have someone that is not within your court executed.
King Louis III yelled, slamming his room door.
The ladies packed everything.
Queen Anne: Now, ladies, we are going back to France.
Lady Charlétte: With all the colors and hot men?
Queen Anne: The finest gentlemen there is in Europe.
They chuckled.
Queen Anne: Also, you guys will still serve me the same, but I am now the Dowager Queen Anne.
Lady Bluntinson: Will you miss it here, your majesty?
Dowager Queen Anne: A small part of my heart will.
Lady Darlinsve: You are making the right choice, my lady.
She smiled, they all grabbed everything, leaving only the bed and empty drawers.
Dowager Queen Anne: Sire.
King Louis III: What, Anne?
Dowager Queen Anne: Well, for one, know; I will not miss that cruel and selfish attitude of yours.
The king rolled his eyes.
King Louis III: You can't be serious Anne-
She handed him the ring, heading out.
He cried, not just of frustration, but of sadness.
He screamed, breaking everything in his room.
A few maids replaced the stuff, he walked out his room, slipping his coat on.
Lord Buckinsyre: Sire?
King Louis III: Come on, dear friend, let us go hunting.
The queen's carriage led off, back on their exhausting trip to her.. home.
THE END.
Author's Note: Thanks so much for reading this short story! I really enjoyed writing it, I love watching "Versailles" and "The Tudors." Those two shows really inspired this mini-series. I hope you learned a bit about the 15th century from this, and what it was like. Hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I did writing this!
