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Entirely grumpy from his lengthy return to Rome, Philip longed to be alone. So, he dismissed his servants and retreated into the woods near the Papal Palace. Now he stood before a tree which had a large white circle painted in the center-a target. Raising his bow, the King stiffened as he heard someone approaching, “Must there be someone everywhere I go” he murmured grumpily before letting his arrow fly, hitting the target in the center.

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         there were hundreds upon hundreds of places that blanche dreamed of traveling to, but ROME wasn’t one of them. the young princess caught herself thinking that she missed the russian winter ———the heat in the apostolic capital was almost unbearable. a WALK IN THE GARDENS did not seem like the greatest ideas but her ladies had insisted ——— and so a sunshine flooded garden alley filled with her friends’ giggles and gasps of excitement. blanche was walking right behind them, in a pastel blue dress and with her feet bare she looked almost like a CHILD and not a member of the french royal family. 

         making sure that her ladies did not notice, blanche took a left turn and continued to walk on her own. delicate, slim fingers moved up to loosen her own corset and she sucked in a breath, FINALLY able to breathe properly. “ pourquoi ne pas les hommes doivent porter des corsets ? ridicule. je jure que je vais à étouffer dans l'un de ces un jour. et ils'e même pas assez ! ” she whispered to herself, completely unaware of another person’s presence in the alley. 

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Philip was antsy. Being confined indoors never suited him, even as a child. But now, as he strolled the gardens finally free of the thousands of attendants that seemed to swarm him every waking moment, he was cringing. In the distance he could hear the distinct giggling of handmaidens. They were gossiping about something, Phillip simply couldn’t make himself focus on their words. 

Desperate to distance himself from the shrill laughter, he made a sharp right turn, stopping dead in his tracks at the sight of a barefooted lady struggling to loosen her corset. The depravity of the situation was not lost on him, but he simply grinned boyishly at her struggle, enjoying her french mumbling. After a moment’s pause, Philip cleared his throat, hoping she understood english, “I hate to interrupt, but I should think you’d prefer not to have an audience.”