Oct 2, 2017
The pond had seemed so peaceful; a suitable distraction from the recent turn of events. The King of France was now betrothed. The last time he had been was when he was nine years old and he was now thirty-six. And to a Scot too; how his mother would curse him- but the thought of it was the only thing that would bring a smile to his lips. Through the corner of his eye, all Louis could see was the approaching figure behind him. “I would prefer to be alone, if you do not mind,” he said without looking to see who it was.
