ENFANT SOLEIL.

out  of  the  darkness and  into  the  𝓵𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 .

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versailles s3 is on netflix        !!!

[philomaela]

3.03 // 3.04

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me texting guys: guy: so what are your hobbies ? :) me: me: me: none

[zechv]

*whispers seductively* i dont care

[philippedorleanss]

“Spring has sprung.”

“Apparently so.”

Versailles (2015- ) Created by Simon Mirren and David Wolstencroft

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     i’m working on my modern verse   and i live for george footage with moustache and short hair.  it’s just so awfully scarce welp

[foxy-mulder-deactivated20190929]

Hand kissing is sacred, high romance and I think we need to revive it

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letempsrevient.

The court of Versailles. It is the last place Milena ever expected to end up, but here she is. She still doesn’t entirely understand how Francesco has managed to accomplish this. Somehow he’s made the right impression on the right people, something she had never thought possible. As they walk through the doors and into the palace, she finds herself holding onto his arm quite tightly. Only four years ago, she had been on the streets of Paris and now… now she is about to come face to face with the king himself. Her husband had gifted her a new dress for the occasion, but it’s already clear to her Italian fashion is nothing like French. She can feel the stares of noblewomen burning into her back, as if she’s some kind of circus animal. Her head remains upright, ignoring the whispers, but her eyes register each and every one of their faces.

Suddenly, there is a commotion a bit further down the hall. From around the corner, the king appears and Milena can’t help but hold her breath. She’s met dukes and counts and all kinds of nobility, but a king is a rare sight for an Italian. As he heads straight towards them, she curtsies, her head bowed, not sure what to expect next. She just hopes her fool of a husband doesn’t embarrass her.

starter / @roixiv

     it is meant to be the centre of the world.      and what a lie it would be if the world was not invited,    if its glory was not shared with those curious ones that would travel far to see it.     and so he will host all that have accepted his invitation    ---    counts and knights and merchants alike.    they are greeted by the king himself,    so that he may see the wonder in their eyes when they come upon versailles.       in the young madame’s eyes,    however,    he can see a battle with herself ...    though she never loses confidence.    it is the stares of those long-residing faces of this court.    they pierce into the flesh of every guest that enters their appointed home.    because they know that where the new is welcomed the old must sometimes make way.    for as ample as they are,    these golden halls are finite    ---    as is the capacity of their king’s heart.    and yet they need not fear her or her husband.    he has no reason to hold them here.    there is no great influence that could be gained.    still he hopes that they’ll forever carry the impression of this place that is so dear to him within their hearts.       

     ‘  welcome to versailles.  ’      a softness lies in louis’ gaze,    a nuance of comfort paints his smile.       ‘  your journey has been a pleasant one,    i hope ?  ’

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ugh it sucks so much being home alone in a huge house without any sort of alarm system and trying to sleep while hearing noises bc ur getting paranoid

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bratprincetm.

                “ i’d   lived   all   those   years ,    among   those   who   created   nothing   and   changed   nothing. ”    such   low   lights   of   the   night ,    they   speak   so   far   into   them   and   with   rapt   attention.    it   casts   ghost   of   other   rooms ,    with   other   faces ,    and   so   continues   these   same   kinds   of   conversation.    “ actors   and   musicians ——    they’re   saints   to   me. ”    @roixiv

     he likes to surround himself     with  those  that  value  that  which  is  created  by  the  power  of  imagination.      the  nobles  at  versailles,      albeit  bathing  in  the  light  of  what  their  palace  aspires  to  be      (  or  perhaps  because  of  this  ) ,      do  not  find  the  same  joy  in  the  less  physical  delights.      before  him  now  stands  a  man  that  shares  the  king’s  mind.      a  true  virtuoso.         ‘  your  time  in  paris.      you  must  tell  me  everything  about  it.  ’

[mozarlin]

French when it pleases you, Spanish when you choose to hide. 

If the court thinks me an idiot, at least they think me worthy of something, even if it is pity. 

You will find no pity from me.

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     small boots have trampled wildflowers    on  the  path  he’s  made  for  himself,      far  off  from  where  their  horses  have  come  to  a  stop.      too  fast  is  he  for  the  musketeers  that  trail  after,    too  eager  to  explore  where  the  quiet  streamlet  will  lead  him.    the  figure  he  all  but  stumbles  upon  has  him  gasping,      body  frozen,      rigid.      a  peculiar  man,      none  he  could  compare  to  any  other  that  he’s  seen.      louis  speaks  though,      not  long  after,      with  indoctrinated  confidence:      as  peculiar  as  they  look,      they  walk  upon  his  lands,      the  king’s.       ‘  are  you  lost  ?  ’          @przezlas

[phantomemes]

I HOPE THIS REACHES HER IN TIME .

poetry starters /  memes taken from r.h. sin’s work  ,  available here .  feel free to change pronouns  /  genders as need be !

“ someday someone better than you will love her in all the ways you couldn’t ” “ the truth was just an attractive lie ” “ don’t you miss who you were ? ” “ who you became took over your life ” “ you wear sadness like the latest fashion ” “ do you even remember what it felt like to be happy ? ” “ have you forgotten yourself beneath your troubles ? ” “ all of this for a heart that doesn’t deserve yours ” “ either way it all catches up to you ” “ aren’t you tired of this shit ? ” “ all you’ve felt is defeat ” “ the girl you didn’t appreciate will get tired of loving you ” “ you should’ve tried harder for her ” “ one day you’ll understand ” “ you were the thing keeping me from happiness ” “ my heart is searching for a feeling that doesn’t hurt ” “ i understand your silence ” “ you are not alone ” “ you deserve so much more than what you’ve been given ” “ you are more than just a body count ” “ we learn the hard way ” “ it’s time to free yourself ” “ it’s almost as if her soul is a pack of wolves ” “ you can miss people but you don’t have to want them back ” “ you can forgive people but you don’t have to give them second chances ” “ empty yourself of all the pain he caused you ” “ you will be ready when it is time ” “ you are not your past ” “ be here , be present , be more ” “ your story mustn’t finish ” “ i won’t judge your or criticize you for doing what you’ve done ” “ i only wish you wished for more ” “ you are more than just something to do for the moment ” “ it is you who will save yourself ” “ there are so many wars going on at night ” “ we sway like a bed of roses in the wind ” “ all i see is fake kings ” “ are we still pretending that it doesn’t hurt ? ” “ the heartache will teach you ” “ you hid yourself from the world ” “ the world betrayed you ” “ a love like yours is worth climbing the wall ”

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intoxicatiing.

Ruby left her game of cards only reluctantly to seek out a footman with the proper wine she liked. The decanter from which he poured it carried a scent besides that which she expected. She paled. The king’s wine had come from the same source, and she made for his side instantly. Bold. Reckless. But whatever scene she caused would be worth it if he listened to her. “Sire –” she began, insistent and hushed, and lay her hand over his arm, gently urging the cup from his lips. “There is an unwelcome spice in this wine. I wouldn’t recommend trying it.”

     initial reaction is confusion,    narrowed eyes staring at the woman.    but then,    thinking of the recent incidents of poisoning,    a faint idea crosses the king’s mind before she even finishes her sentence.    he scans her with an air of doubt.    how would she know ?    suppressing his irritation,    louis places the wine back upon the silver top.      ‘  dispose of these and send for monsieur luken.  ’      he quickly tells the valet still standing nearby.    it’s better not to make a scene out of this and cause any turmoil if not necessary.    and he must first know more before giving further orders for other glasses already filled.    the servant is dismissed as troubled gaze returns to the madame.      ‘  you know this how ?  ’

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edits:    louis  xiv   in  a  monastery  in  holland    +  the  former  duchesse  de  longlet

[macbcth]

Was the taste of the sky worth the fall?

Tell me, darling Icarus (via annalightwood)

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mcnsieur‌.

The implication of the Chevalier was appalling. He would only use the man for his own parties. But this was all him. “Of course not, I am simply making sure that your son lives up to your reputation.” He was also decidely ignoring many suggestions he got from others, but he didn’t tell his brother that. He felt no need to. This party would be one to remember, it would be one to be talked about. It would do wonders for Louis, and his son. Philippe was sure of it. He just needed to be trusted a bit more.

He rolled his eyes, “I was you on the request of others, not because I wanted it.” He looked at his brother, entirely serious now, “I did what was needed for our guests. I showed them respect, and what they would find intriguing, and I got you a better deal than what was proposed. Do not act as if I did not do you a great service. Remember, brother, I am not you, so I did not pretend to be.”

     ‘  -----   and your deed is well-remembered,    don’t fret.  ’      he assures with pursed lips,    pupils quickly rolling upwards in just a blink.    it’s moments like these,    an air of good-natured teasing,    that make him reminisce about old times.    though such a thing is no longer appropriate for a monarch,    and,    judging by the look upon his brother’s face,    the other does not find that same joy in this.    there’s a pause in which the king’s gaze travels to a card game upon a nearby gaming table.      ‘  that is why i’ve given you this task.  ’      silently he clears his throat and eyes return to the duc d’orléans with a pointed look.    still thin-lipped,    reserved,    he continues,      ‘  responsibility suits you.    i simply ask you to take it seriously.    i depend on you in this,    do not forget.  ’