MarieAntoinetteXFrance

Marie sat in her bed, staring at the ensemble of curtains that lay above, like satin clouds. There was no one beside her, no one to keep company with, and no one to keep her warm. When Versailles began to grow cold so did her life. She would find herself in one the thousands of lavish rooms just sitting. She would sit there and think of how utterly sad she found herself to be. Marie could feel herself slipping away into her mind again. There she would find dazzling spectacles not of this world. Wisps of colour blending against one another painting the walls and people walking about in there own ways. She had not walked her own way. Although Versailles was quite a palace she could already hear the doors breaking, the guards shouting, and her children crying. She quickly got down to her knees, her dress cushioning the fall. As she spread her arms onto the bed and said a prayer. Each word came out faster and faster as a quiet sob broke through on the last one. For a moment, she was granted peace. It was reminiscent of her walks among the fields during the summer. Her hands outstretched lazily caressing the tall grass before falling into it. The door of the room was thrown open as a man came in to catch her by the shoulder and hoist her up. Within the darkness of the room she found it to be her husband. He soothed her and held her tight in his grasp. A small sense of hesitation always crowded around him yet It was gone in this instant, for he suddenly pulled her into his arms and buried his head in the crook of her neck. Soon she stroked through his hair. They were still children in a way, and this was no different from the first time they were frightened together. Watching the light of day grow weaker she regained her composure and reminded him of their own children who were in need of them.

She was too young to realize her country was also in need.