Hamilton OneShots

I Used To Rule The World. ~ King Louis XVI

Yes, I know this isn't exactly Hamilton, but I was listening to a specific song and so was born my inspiration...

Song used:" Viva la Vida" by Coldplay. I dunno... I was inspired okay! I like it.

January 21st, 1793...

Louis woke up, he looked over at his sleeping wife. It was 1793, and every day, he grew more scared of his own people. The French population had grown to hate their King. Not a day went by where Louis wasn't criticised or called out. Many wanted him dead, unfortunately, that would soon be a reality...

He got out of bed and stepped onto his balcony, taking deep breaths and looking out at his beautiful city of Paris.

I used to rule the world, seas would rise when I gave the word. Now in the morning I sleep alone... And sweep the streets I used to own.

The people had stopped addressing him as 'King'. He knew his time was drawing near. Louis had always thought his true enemy was King George III and the kingdom of Great Britain. When in reality, his enemy was the very people he was supposed to rule. He had tried so hard to control the people, but after The Storming of the Bastille, he realized that the people were not going to be easily ruled.

"This is impossible..."

I used to roll the dice, feel the fear in my enemy's eyes. Listen as the crowd would sing...

He walked back into his room and dressed. Not bothering with anything too fancy. He looked back at his wife. Many people called her a bitch, they called her "vile" and "heartless". But Louis had sworn to try and protect his wife. He walked out, trying to ignore the people.

"Now the old king is dead, long live the King!"

This was his country, he was coronated for a reason, but for whatever reason, people thought he and his wife were assholes because she embarrassed one little French kid. France was his home, his birthright. But he was slowly being torn from his people.

One minute I held the key, next the walls were closed on me and I discovered that my castle stands upon pillars of salt, pillars of sand.

He could barely go anywhere without being hated. Everyone was filled with anger when they saw him, fearing for his life, he walked back home. Marie was awake finally, she was getting ready. Marie Antoinette was almost oblivious to the cries of anger from the people, she called her husband a "coward" for not facing the people. Instead, Louie resorted to hiding his face, concealing himself. He avoided his people out of fear.

I hear Jerusalem bells ringing, Roman Cavalry choirs singing. Be my mirror my sword my shield, my missionaries in a foreign field. For some reason, I can't explain, once you go there was never, never an honest word. But that was when I ruled the world...

Louis loved being King, he was respected, he was loved. Kinda...

It was the wicked and wild wind, blew down the doors to let me in. Shattered windows and the sound of drums...

He remembered the day he was crowned King, pride still resonated with him. It was his greatest accomplishment.

People couldn't believe what I'd become.

And there to stand by him was his beautiful wife. Now all that remained was hatred. Neither deserved what they were getting, but the people were tired of monarchy.

Revolutionaries wait, for my head on a silver plate. Just a puppet on a lonely string...

After the people started the revolution, Louis realized the imminent failure that awaited him, he slowly hated the position he was in.

Oh, who would ever want to be King?

I hear Jerusalem bells ringing, Roman Cavalry choirs singing, be my mirror, my sword, my shield, my missionaries in a foreign field. For some reason I can't explain, I know Saint Peter won't call my name.

He greeted his wife, they shared a brief loveless kiss and walked toward the door. Louis was not ready to face his people, but he had to eventually. However, this would be the biggest mistake of his life.

Never an honest word, but that was when I ruled the world...

King Louis XVI and Marie Antoinette walked the streets of Paris, they talked with each other quietly, Louis didn't like how the people were suddenly quiet and glaring at him. Fear began to creep up his spine.

I hear Jerusalem bells ringing, Roman Cavalry choirs singing, be my mirror, my sword, my shield, my missionaries in a foreign field. For some reason I can't explain, I know Saint Peter won't call my name. Never an honest word...

Suddenly, Louis and his wife were grabbed and dragged to a guillotine, his eyes widened. His own people were executing him. He knew he should never have gone out today.

But that was when I ruled the world.

It was happening so fast, Louis was secured into the guillotine. He looked up and mutter his honest truth.

"Je meurs innocent de tous les crimes portés à ma charge; Je défends ceux qui ont occasionné ma mort; et je prie Dieu que le sang que tu vas verser ne soit jamais visité en France."
(I die innocent of all the crimes laid to my charge; I Pardon those who have occasioned my death; and I pray to God that the blood you are going to shed may never be visited on France.)

He looked over at his wife, she looked down and didn't acknowledge him. After all, it was because she married him that she was now being executed.

Louis looked up at the sky.

He knew there was no real innocence, he deserved what he got. But he had wished he had tried harder to please the people. In the end, he was betrayed by his own country.

France was executing their own King.

"Je meurs d'un cœur brisé"
(I die of a broken heart)

A single tear managed to fall as the guillotine was released. In a matter of seconds

King Louis XVI of France had been executed by his own people.

By his own country.

France.