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maximumwobblerbanditdonut · 9 months

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The Three Musketeers: Milady ⚔️

En Garde! ⚔️

This reworking of Alexandre Dumas's novel is full of swordplay, zippy repartee, and action gallant as its heroes. Swords up for the second chapter of this French franchise based on Alexandre Dumas’s classic novel, and it’s hard to think of better casting for the legendary femme fatale Milady de Winter than Eva Green. François Civil, Vincent Cassel, Pio Marmaï and Romain Duris round out the musketeer section of the cast.

Eight months after the release of D'Artagnan, the heroes of Alexandre Dumas are back to, on the one hand, thwart a politico-religious plot against the king and, on the other hand, confront the dangerous Milady de Winter.

The favourite swash-buckling swordsmen are back for The Three Musketeers: Milady. Credit: PA

“All for one and one for all” ⚔️

Francois Civil continues to prove himself as an excellent D’Artagnan, and musketeers Athos, Aramis and Porthos bring added charm. As Athos, Vincent Cassel also has a delicate touch as his character faces inner turmoil when his past comes back to haunt him.

Vincent Cassel in the film The Three Musketeers – Milady. ©Julien Panié

Director Martin Bourboulon delivers yet again in this fantastic French language flick, Pictured: Francois Civil as D’Artagnan and Romain Duris as Aramis Credit: PA

From the Louvre to Buckingham Palace, to the gutters of Paris to the siege of La Rochelle… In a kingdom divided by religious wars and under threat of British invasion, a handful of men and women will battle and tie their fate to that of France. Constance is kidnapped before D'Artagnan's eyes. In a frantic quest to save her, the young musketeer is forced to join forces with the mysterious Milady de Winter.

François Civil and Vicky Crieps in The Three Musketeers: Milady

But as war is declared and Athos, Porthos and Aramis have already joined the front, a terrible secret from the past shatters all old alliances. As the King falls further and further under the control of Cardinal Richelieu, D'Artagnan and the Musketeers are the last bastions before chaos. But, drawn into a plot that threatens to put the country to fire and sword, fate presents them with a terrible choice: will they have to sacrifice those they love to complete?

If you enjoy historical fiction, drama, adventure, action stories, or tales of heroism and friendship, then "The Three Musketeers": Milady is worth adding to your list.

Eva Green’s performance as Milady is perfect. She’s an Actress with a huge talent.

Just a quick note on who is Eva Green. Maybe you know her:

Eva Green appeared in Ridley Scott's historical epic Kingdom of Heaven (2005), and portrayed Bond girl Vesper Lynd in the James Bond film Casino Royale (2006). In 2006, Green was awarded the BAFTA Rising Star Award. She has also appeared in the television series Camelot (2011) and in Showtime's horror drama Penny Dreadful. Her performance in the series earned her a nomination for Best Actress in a Television Series – Drama at the 73rd Golden Globe Awards.

The Three Musketeers: Milady is released on 15 December in UK and Irish cinemas.

Original Language: French: Director: Martin Bourboulon, Producer: Dimitri Rassam; Writer: Alexandre de La Patellière, Matthieu Delaporte, Alexandre Dumas. Production Co: Pathé Films, Umedia, Constantin Film, ZDF, DeAPlaneta, Chapter 2, M6 Films.

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freyalor · 2 years

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9 people you want to get to know better

Thanks for the tag @pufferflufferfish

Three ships: By order of recent to old - Beethoven/Lucifer (yes absolutely), Richelieu/LouisXIII (I kid you not) and let’s say Valjean/Javert for sport.

First Ever Ship: It must have been James Bond related. I had the idea of an androgynous gay-coded male villain back in 1997, long before the franchise ever had.

Last Song: Beethoven’s Fidelio - prisonerschoir

Last Movie: I am guilty of a rewatch of the crime called Food of Love.

Currently Reading: Nothing. I can’t read, I’m too busy writing :D

Currently Watching: Lots and lots of documentaries.

Currently consuming: Tea and chocolate.

Currently craving: Exactlywhat I am having, which is the definition of joy. I’ll only tag my two love-and-joys, @hoardoffandoms and @cardinal-richelieu-loverofbooks, if they have time, or find a blog where it’s ok to do that sort of shit.

#I have offered art with the ships to beautify an otherwise commonplace post #thank you for tagging me #really

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lesecretdelamaisondubourbon · 2 years

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⚜️XIV⚜️: I am Dieudonné (Ch. I/Pt. VII)

My baptism was one week away. One morning, Philippe and I decided to make our way to the kitchen. I always had a voracious appetite for as long as I could remember. Philippe was a finicky eater. He would only put the finest of delicacies in his mouth. But if the food was good, he could eat as much as I could.

If our mother had known of our near daily sojourns to the kitchen, she would have locked us in our rooms. As royalty, we were fraternizing with commoners too much. How could we not? They were friendly to us. Their children were uninterested in our titles and more into play. On this day, there were few people in the kitchen but there was plenty of food.

Straight away, Philippe headed for the macaroons. I helped myself to the omelettes. While I poked a piece in my mouth, I saw Philippe reaching for his treats. He dropped one and chased it as it rolled under a table. One of the servants noticed him squatting down to reach it.

“Thank you,” he said. “I am Philippe.”

“Who are you talking to,” I asked him.

“A girl,” he said without looking up. I noticed a little hand coming from under the table holding the macaroon he dropped.

A woman gasped and reached under the table and pulled out a little girl. She was as little as Philippe, with a head full of long black curls covering her features.

“Tu es une mauvaise fille,” she said angrily. “Are you stealing food again?”

“No,” she said, tearfully.

“She gave me my macaroon,” Philippe said, his mouth full. He walked over to the girl, and handed her a macaroon. “Here.”

She took it, smiled and ran out of the kitchen. Philippe gave the woman a mean look.

“Come, Philippe,” I said. I could see he was about say something awful.

He slowly turned toward me, still scowling at the woman.

“She is not nice, Louis,” he said, looking at me. I looked at the woman as I took Philippe’s hand. I did not say a word to her but I could see she feared what we might say to our parents. I led my brother away putting the incident out of my mind.

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No more than a few days before my baptism, I was playing with Philippe in the hall. Our mother approached us followed by several ladies with 2 girls and boy.

Everyone stopped in front of us and bowed.

“Louis, Philippe,” Mother said sweetly. “This is Gabrielle, Louis and Diane-Françoise. Louis and Diane have come to play with you.”

I did not know what to say but Philippe did.

“Why,” he asked.

Mother seemed a loss for words as several of her ladies tried not to laugh.

“Philippe, be polite to our guests,” she said.

“Why?”

“Yes, Maman,” I said quickly.

She smiled and left us with the little boy and girl as the older girl left with mother and the other ladies.

“I am Louis,” the boy said.

“Me, too,” I said.

“This is my sister,” he said. “Her name is Diane but we call her Françoise because she is named after our mother.”

“She is a girl,” Philippe said.

“I know,” she said. “And you are a boy.”

Philippe stuck his tongue out at her.

“Who is the other girl,” I asked Louis.

“That is my other sister, Gabrielle,” he said. “Papa said Maman is going to have another baby. I hope it is a boy this time.”

“That is a lot of girls,” I said. “Philippe is my only brother.”

“He is little,” Louis said.

Philippe gave him a mean look before pulling Diane’s hair.

“Philippe, stop,” I said. “That was not very nice.”

“No, it was not,” Diane said, hitting Philippe on the arm.

“Françoise,” Louis said. “You cannot hit him. He is a Prince.”

“That is right,” Philippe said, hitting her back.

She hit him again.

“Mine is two,” Louis said, pulling her away.

“So is mine,” I said, holding Philippe back. “They are still babies.”

“I am not a baby,” they said in unison.

“Come,” I said. “We can go play in the garden. We have a puppy out there.”

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On the day of my baptism, I entered the chapel with my mother. Philippe was to remain behind in the pew without our governess. As always, Philippe had other ideas. He managed to escape her grasp, and follow me down the aisle to the altar. Our father was waiting for us beside the font. His skin was pallid and his eyes did not seem to have the shine I remembered. He never moved from his position. He smiled at us as we met him and the priest at the altar.

It was intimate ceremony with only important members of the household in attendance. I stood before the altar of the chapel, I knew it was a solemn occasion even as I was too young to understand its meaning. I stood with my parents before the baptismal font as the priest began to speak.

Suddenly, I heard a splash. At first, I thought nothing of it. Then I heard it again and again. I looked down to see Philippe reaching into the font. I gently nudged him to get him to stop. I should have known that would entice him to continue more vigorously. I noticed everyone trying to ignore Philippe. It was a feat that was futile to attempt. My father gently pushed my brother’s hand away, and Philippe put it back. Even our father knew it was best to let Philippe have his way. So as long as he kept quiet, there was no harm done other than a slightly damp priest.

Papa did not say a word nor moved through it all. He just smiled and nodded once it was over. He and Maman exchanged glances while the priest and I exchanged words before mother took our hands and us out of the chapel of Château-Vieux.

The next time I would see my father would be 23 days later upon his deathbed.

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It was a quiet morning. By I remember I was playing with Philippe in my room when our governess came in. Her face was stoic.

“Your Highnesses,” she began, her voice trembling. “His Majesty wishes to you both.

“Papa,” Philippe exclaimed excitedly. “I want to see Papa.”

I knew something was wrong. Everyone in the room seemed disheartened. She picked up Philippe and offered her hand to me. I cautiously took it and she led me away to my father’s room.

It was the last moments of his life.

In his room, I could smell the scent of death and feel the burden that was about to put upon me. Though I was only four years old, I knew my presence in the moment gave everyone a feeling of helplessness and hope. When I saw my father, I was frightened at how sallow he was. Maman, Mazarin and Bontemps held vigil by his bedside as we approached.

“Louis,” he said, weakly. “Philippe.”

Our governess put my brother down beside me. I did not dare move closer to my father. I was afraid; he looked like the corpse he was to become.

“Papa,” Philippe said. “You look sleepy.”

“I am,” he whispered, with a faint smile. “I am going to sleep, Philippe. For a very long time. Louis, remember what I say to you. You will make a fine king. I know you will.”

I nodded. I did not know what else to do. I was passed a torch I was not yet able to carry. Suddenly, Papa said something I could not hear, took two labored breaths, then fell silent. Mother gasped as others in the room weeped softly.

“It is a quarter past two,” Bontemps said softly.

With everyone around him, my father slipped away peacefully.

“Why is Papa sleeping, Louis,” Philippe whispered.

“I do not know, Philippe,” I answered softly.

I knew our father was gone forever, but I did not believe it. Even I thought he was sleeping. It would be a while before I realized he had said his dying words to me months earlier at the château. Watch after your brother for me. Take care of Philippe. Looking at my father’s corpse, I said to myself, But who will take care of me, Papa?

Soon after, everyone turned and looked at me.

“Le roi est mort,” Mazarin said. “Vive le roi.”

I was the King of France.

“You are the king now,” Maman said to me.

“I do not want to be king,” I said.

“Your father is dead,” she said. “You must take his place now, Louis.”

“I do not want to,” I said loudly. “I do not want to be king!”

“Louis,” she began.

“No!”

I ran out of the room and down the hall crying. I did not want to be king. I did not know what it meant to be king, much less what it was. When I reached my room, I expected to see my governess, but there was another woman in her place.

“Who are you,” I yelled.

“I am your new governess, Your Majesty,” she said.

“No,” I yelled, pushing her. “Go away!”

I threw myself on my bed and started to cry into the pillows. I cried myself to sleep. I remembered hearing soft whimpering next to me. When I opened my eyes, it was evening and I was dressed in my nightgown. Philippe was lying next to me, his eyes red from crying.

“You scared me,” he said.

“I did not mean to,” I said.

“Why are you sad, Louis,” he asked.

“I do not want to be king but Maman said I am,” I answered.

“You are too short to be king,” he said. “You have to be tall like Papa.”

“I think he is gone, Philippe,” I said.

“When he comes back, you do not have to be king,” he said yawning.

He fell asleep, leaving me to my thoughts. I did not think Papa was coming back to us this time.--The Secret of the House of Bourbon–XIV by Jaynaé Marie Miller. 5-07-2022

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francepittoresque · 8 months

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29 janvier 1635 : fondation de l’Académie française ➽ http://bit.ly/Fondation-Academie Ce jour-là, des lettres patentes signées de la main de Louis XIII, confirment de manière officielle la fondation de l’Académie française. C’est le cardinal de Richelieu qui quelques mois plus tôt en avait arrêté les principes

#CeJourLà #29Janvier #Académie #Française #Fondation #Création #LouisXIII #Cardinal #Richelieu #histoire #france #history #passé #past #français #french #news #événement #newsfromthepast

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detournementsmineurs · 12 days

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"Armures" présentées à l'exposition "Cheval en Majesté" du Château de Versailles, septembre 2024.

#expos #Helmschmid #VonBoxbergDeNuremberg #OthonHenri #LouisXIII #Ursins #Peffenhauser #Versailles #ChateauVersailles

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thehistorypomegranate · 3 years

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Cardinal Richelieu by Gian Lorenzo Bernini 1640/41. Bust in marble at the Musée du Louvre #history #thehistorypomegranate #bernini #italianmasters #sculpture #bust #louisxiii #marble #arthistory #louvre #cardinalrichelieu https://www.instagram.com/p/CTsBY4ws-W2/?utm_medium=tumblr

#history #thehistorypomegranate #bernini #italianmasters #sculpture #bust #louisxiii #marble #arthistory #louvre #cardinalrichelieu

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lescadron-guidant · 4 years

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Marie de Médicis : la reine déchue

Bien le bonjour ! Je vous retrouve aujourd’hui pour ce troisième et dernier article dédié à Marie de Médicis.

Comme nous l’avons vu dans l’article précédent, la régence de Marie de Médicis vient de toucher à sa fin. Louis XIII entre dans sa quatorzième année, la majorité royale, et il est donc normalement prêt à régner. J’insiste sur le normalement car les choses ne vont pas se dérouler si simplement.

En effet Marie de Médicis ne considère pas son fils comme apte à prendre le relais. Louis XIII ne semble pas s’intéresser au Conseil, bien qu’il y assiste par obligation. Il est taciturne, introverti, bègue... Bref, il ne correspond pas aux attentes de sa royale maman qui va donc prendre la tête du Conseil pour continuer de s’occuper des affaires d’état.

La différence étant qu’en tant que chef du Conseil, Marie de Médicis n’a plus à se tenir à l’ancienne politique d’Henri IV comme elle le devait durant la régence. Ayant prit goût au pouvoir, elle change complètement le gouvernement, désigne Richelieu aux Affaires étrangères, et fait accéder Concino Concini (et oui, il est toujours là) à un rôle politique gouvernemental de première importance puisqu’il doit protéger et gérer cette nouvelle équipe.

Mais Marie est une femme (ah oui, l’égalité homme/femme au XVIe siècle c’est pas fou), et bien qu’elle détienne toujours son titre de reine, elle n’est pas censée avoir le pouvoir de tout remanier comme bon lui semble. Les Grands (la noblesse) se révoltent, dénoncent la mauvaise influence du conseiller italien et vont trouver un allié en la personne... de Louis XIII. Car le jeune roi se sent humilié par sa mère, qui monopolise le pouvoir ; sa relation avec elle a toujours été compliquée et Marie de Médicis n’a jamais caché sa préférence pour le frère de Louis, Gaston d’Orléans, qui a hérité de son raffinement mais aussi de son inconstance. De plus Louis XIII déteste Concini, qu’il considère comme une tutelle encombrante.

Le jeune roi va donc dans le plus grand secret organiser avec l’aide du duc de Luynes, son plus proche ami, la chute du favori italien. Le 24 avril 1617, Concini est arrêté au Louvre. Il tente vainement de résister, d’après les conspirateurs, qui vont alors l’exécuter : trois balles dans le visage et la gorge, les gardes l’achèveront à coups d’épée. Louis XIII aurait alors déclaré “A cette heure, je suis Roi”. Il en profite pour faire exécuter Léonora Galigaï, l’accusant de sorcellerie (ça marche à tous les coups il paraît), il exile la reine-mère au château de Blois, et prend enfin le pouvoir.

Celle-ci vit très mal cet affront et ne conçoit pas d’être mise à l’écart par son propre fils. Néanmoins elle décide d’aménager ce château, y fait construire un pavillon (qui n’existe plus aujourd’hui) par Salomon de Brosse, celui-là même qui construira un peu plus tard le palais du Luxembourg à Paris. Pas question pour elle de réduire son train de vie.

Le 22 février 1619, grâce à une échelle posée contre une fenêtre, Marie de Médicis s’échappe du château de Blois. Elle a cousu à l’intérieur de sa robe ses nombreux bijoux. Avec l’aide de quelques personnes dont sa servante, elle parvient tant bien que mal jusqu’à la terrasse où, avec l’aide d’une corde, elle va descendre aux pieds du château 40 mètres plus bas puis rejoindre un carrosse. Une évasion digne d’un roman !

(Marie de Médicis s’échappant de Blois en toute discrétion)

Elle prend alors la tête du parti des malcontents et des nobles contre qui elle s’était si longtemps opposée durant la régence et va tout de même être à l’origine de deux petites guerres civiles (qu’elle perdra) qui prendront le nom de “guerres de la mère et du fils”.

Louis XIII comprend alors que la seule façon d’arrêter ces conflits est de réintroduire Marie de Médicis à la cour de France et au Conseil du Roi. Et cette réconciliation est en partie dû à un certain Richelieu, qui a su apaiser les tensions familiales. Marie revient donc à Paris accompagnée du Cardinal de Richelieu et lui fait également intégrer le Conseil le 29 avril 1624, malgré les réticences de Louis XIII qui se souvient de l’ancien ministre de sa mère.

En parallèle, elle termine la construction du fameux palais du Luxembourg, où siège aujourd’hui le Sénat, et s’y installe en 1625. Elle offre d’ailleurs le petit Luxembourg au Cardinal en 1627.

(Palais du Luxembourg à Paris)

Mais Marie se rend très vite compte qu’elle n’a plus l’influence d’antan sur son fils, que ses conseils ne sont plus écoutés et que Louis XIII s’est beaucoup rapproché de Richelieu avec qui il partage les mêmes opinions politiques, notamment affirmer l’autorité royale (ce qui donnera par la suite les prémices de la monarchie absolue).

Se sentant exclue face à ce nouveau binôme, redoutant la puissance de Richelieu qui a su se faire une place auprès du roi à ses dépends, la reine-mère décide de passer à l’action. Le 12 novembre 1630, elle convoque son fils au Palais du Luxembourg où elle ordonne que personne ne viennent les déranger. Marie de Médicis va alors demander à Louis XIII la destitution de Richelieu. Malheureusement pour elle, le roi décide de garder auprès de lui son précieux ministre.

Marie, trahit par cet homme qu’elle avait placé elle-même près de son fils, quitte la cour de France et va s’exiler au château de Compiègne. Elle tentera par la suite de monter de nouveaux complots (une fâcheuse habitude visiblement), plaidant sa cause à Bruxelles, ce qui lui vaudra de perdre son statut de reine de France et donc ses pensions. Se faisant balloter entre les différentes cours d’Europe, en Angleterre mais également en Allemagne, sans jamais pouvoir retourner en France.

Malade, elle se réfugie dans la maison de son ami peintre Pierre-Paul Rubens à Cologne. Très loin du faste et du confort de son Palais du Luxembourg, exilée et seule, Marie de Médicis s’éteindra le 3 juillet 1642 à l’âge de 67 ans. Son corps sera ramené à Saint-Denis et Louis XIII interdira en France toute cérémonie en l’honneur de sa mère.

Louis XIII décédera quelques mois après sa mère, laissant la place à un nouveau roi qui n’a alors que quatre ans : Louis XIV.

Une nouvelle régence, une nouvelle femme : Anne d’Autriche

Alors OUI JE SAIS, je vous vois venir, ce n’est pas une fin très glorieuse. Mais en regardant le parcours de cette femme dans sa globalité, on remarque sa force de caractère, et surtout son ambition à toutes épreuves. Car elle n’a cessé de se battre pour obtenir gain de cause : contre son mari Henri IV d’abord, qui ne souhaitait pas la faire couronner. Contre les aristocrates et les princes du sang pendant la régence, préservant la couronne pour son fils. Puis contre son fils lui même, ne le croyant pas capable de gouverner ce pays dont elle était devenue reine et dans lequel elle ne sera jamais réellement acceptée.

J’espère sincèrement que ce sujet vous aura plu, n’hésitez pas à me faire des retours sur ces premiers articles, à poser des questions si vous en avez, et je vous retrouve bientôt pour un sujet complètement différent !

Bonne soirée,

L’escadron guidant

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