Salut! Je m'apelle Lafayette. Don't worry, I'll narrate in English for you. So, let me fill you in on the worst night of my life...
I was at the coronation of King Louis XVI, but you see, I can't dance. This was a ball. Here's something you should know, I, Marie-Joseph Paul Yves Roch Gilbert du Motier, Marquis de Lafayette, am the most socially awkward person in the entire country of France. So, I had been turning down women all night. I felt bad, because they were itching to get a dance with me, but I already had a wife, Adrienne, whom I love dearly. Suddenly, I heard the malicious voice of Marie Antoinette.
"Voulez vous dancé aver moi?" Boy, care to dance with me?
I froze in my place and me eyes widened in horror. The Queen just asked me to dance. I can't dance, but I can't say no either! She's the Queen! I hesitantly turned around and nodded. She smiled as if she knew something, but I couldn't place it. I placed my hand on her waist and she placed her's on my shoulder. Slowly, we started to dance to the music. All of the sudden, Marie Antoinette started moving faster, and she picked up the pace. I was fearful, and she just smiled even wider.
"Merde," I muttered. Fuck/shit.
I knew she was trying to do something, and I instantly regretted coming here. Ca c'était in terrible idée. (This was a terrible idea).
"Monsieur!" She shouted. I was so caught up in my thoughts, I didn't hear her speak.
"Oui?" I questioned shyly.
"J'endentais que vous étez intéressé dans la Guerre." I hear you're interested in the war.
I was about to respond when all of the sudden.
"MERDE!" The words escape my mouth as I fall down, right in-front of the Queen of France. Marie Antoinette gave me an evil smirk as if she knew this would happen. Then she started laughing. I felt tears prick at my eyes as she doubled over in laughter. She paused for a moment.
"Regardé, cet garçon ne peux pas dancé!" She said viciously. Oh look, the boy can't dance!
Soon enough, King Louis XVI started laughing along with his wife, which only made me start to sob. Then I realized the entire ballroom was laughing at me. Of course, I come for a pleasant night, and I'm being laughed at by the entire ballroom. I wanted to hide, to vaporize into nothing and evaporate. But all I could do was let tears fall as I ran out of the room full on sobbing.
-time skip-
"ADRIENNE! ADRIENNE?!?" I called into the house.
"Oui mon amour?" She came running down the stairs and looked at me. Yes love?
"Qu'est-il arrivé?" She asked as she hugged me tightly. I simply cried into her shoulder as she rubbed my back soothingly. What happened?
I explained everything, the Queen, the dance, the fall. She stood there and listened. I couldn't have asked for a better wife.
"Shhh Lafayette, tu vas bien." She whispered softly. You are okay.
"J'taime Adrienne." I squeaked. I love you Adrienne.
The whole night, I lay in bed holding Adrienne close to me, wondering how one woman could be so sweet and innocent, and how another could be so violent-black of heart.
(A/N: Sorry It's kinda short, I just felt like writing this. Hope you enjoyed!)
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