#monsieur versailles

[masterbaiting]

versailles 1x06, invalides

[roehenstart]

Philippe I, Duke of Orléans. Circle of Pierre Mignard.

[melancholiv]

[paintade]

[1895locktva]

No but that's the most romantic shit I've ever heard

[h50europe]

#MonChevy

You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be...

And all I can taste is this moment

And all I can breathe is your life (Goo Goo Dolls)

[culturefrancaise]

Petit rappel que le frère de Louis XIV, Philippe d'Orléans, était très très gay, a passé sa vie avec son amant Philippe, Chevalier de Lorraine (et d'autres favoris) malgré son premier mariage à sa cousine Henriette d'Angleterre et son deuxième mariage avec Elisabeth-Charlotte, princesse Palatine.

[iamjaynaemarie]

You know, if I had to tell everyone what happened to me, it would be another book all together, and right now I have my hands full with books. I am so busy now that I have just been told to give up my dreams PhD work and just concentrate on writing books.

First things first: @tkwrtrilogy3 is back. First of all there will be a crash course on what the new people that showed up missed. That begins tomorrow the writing begins October 7 as you can see by the lovely illustration above.

So much to do and so much time to do it. Considering this book is a trilogy, and it has an extra three books attached to it, I’ll probably be writing this one until I’m 70. I just turned 50 so that tells you a lot. OK, so I write fast. Maybe 65. Be grateful. Oh. It is already twice as long than the entire first season of Rings of Power (probably longer).

Next: The New King in Town @lesecretdelamaisondubourbon So, you probably missed it. Not only am I Thranduil, I am also Louis XIV currently. I will be his Daddy, too.

You don’t wanna know. Well maybe you do. Let’s just say I have extensively covered his love life and survey says: 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

If you were ever on my Instagram, you would know there’s a new lady in town for His Majesty Louis XIV. and none of you know who she is because she’s new to a degree. Anyway, let’s just say they had fun (and will continue to have fun. However, if you are reading the book on Tumblr, Louis is still a baby. I had to jump ahead for theme reason on Instagram and I’m afraid if you go over there you’ll want him to grow faster. I would also like to tell everybody that his brother Philippe he has a story to tell.

 Oh, does Monsieur have a story to tell. That belongs to my co-author, @fortunatelyclevercandy. As they say, true friendship never expires. Don’t worry you’ll like it I’ve already read some of the story and it’s: 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

Oh, right. The Secret of the House of Bourbon is also a trilogy. I write trilogies. Why? Because I’d like to write. A lot. I also read as much as I write. And sometimes in French. HOB (as we call it) covers 196 years of the House of Bourbon. I wanted to start with Louis XIII, but my co-author loves her some Philippe, so to stay consistent, I headed over to Louis XIV. That was probably the absolute best decision I ever made in my life and I suck at making decisions. I really suck at making decisions. I try my best not to make any of them. So, like I always do, I ended up beginning a story in the middle. I am in Book III and it is all about Louis XIV. Yes, there are women. More than you can imagine but not as many as his grandfather Henri IV. There is no one earth who can have that many women except for his grandfather Henri IV. Oh, and by the way, this is not fanfiction based on anything like a television show perhaps. This is all about the history and the history is wilder than the television show. How wild? Let’s just say somebody made me go through 500 pictures of one poem before they decided OK, this doesn’t have to be a PG-13 novel. 😑 I mean it doesn’t have to be like Tolkien. We are grownups. I think we’re grown ups. Well, she might be more than I am. But we’re definitely grownups. So anyway this is a grown-up book about grown-ups just happened to start as children before they become grown-ups. In 17th-century France. Yeah. Did you know Louis was born with two teeth? 🦷

We are adults. Fun fact: My birthday is September 4. The day before Louis XIV. Ain’t that a kick in the head?

So, I guess this is it. I guess I am coming back. It’ll take a while to get used to being back after such a Trumatic experience I went through, but I’m happy to be back to doing what I love. Writing. Oh, one more thing:

Hee hee 😛 So, I guess we’re back. 😉 For me, there’s no place like the throne.

[cubcrowned]

Teen/adult Tommen wears his hair long (though usually tied or braided back out of the way), and could probably be mistaken for a girl at first glance.

[outoftimewriting]

why every single time louis and henriette have sex they have to talk about phillipe? wtf louis? WHY ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT YOUR BROTHER WHILE SEXING UP HIS WIFE?

[masterbaiting]

“you choose who i marry you choose where i live and how much money i can spend but you do not get to choose what i wear and who i fuck” wednesday. “ive been dressed like this since i was three months old my goal in life was to be less than you twas not my choice it was my duty so that i would not be the cloud in front of the sun. you think it’s hard being a king? try being a king’s brother for a day” wednesday.

[melancholiv]

[plumbum-art]

I can't get over Aziraphales entry in Furfurs Book of Angels. I have so many questions... his "earthly occupations" for example. Like, someday prior to the bookshop opening he was a fucking bishop?? What's the story to that?? Crowley probably took one look at him and laughed his ass of for about a week or so. Aziraphale blushes mumbling something like wellintheorythisseemedlikeaagoodidea and immediatly retires. And then his other "jobs": when was he a music tuitor, what did he teach? Does he have a beautiful (angelic haha) singing voice or does he play an instrument and what instrument? Was he a garden designer at Versailles? Is that the reason he was in France in the first place, enjoying the posh lifestyle, taking french lessons with Monsieur Nightingale and risking his head for crepes?? Gosh, this angel is a desaster (in a good way)

[amphibious-thing]

"It should be noted here that our heroine's mother and sister, certainly better informed than anyone, had suddenly corrected their language. Her sister, who had married the Chevalier O'Gorman, sent a letter to London, dated July 15, 1777, to "Monsieur le Chevalier d'Eon, former Minister Plenipotentiary of France, in London at M. Lautrem, Brenner Street, Golden Square", and she named the recipient "mon cher frère". After long confessions about certain household difficulties, Mme O'Gorman expressed the hope of soon seeing her brother again in Tonnerre, said that their mother had the same wish, and ended, speaking of this long-promised return, with these words a little enigmatic: "Warn us, be sure of the secret!" But, from the return to France of the chevalière and the public declaration of her female sex, the language of the mother and the sister changes absolutely. It is a daughter and a sister to whom these ladies address without hesitation, and it seems that for them no dispute is possible in this regard. Thus, on January 19, 1778, Mme d'Eon had Mme O'Gorman write for her, and signed a long letter addressed to "Mademoiselle la chevalière d'Eon", in which she constantly referred to her as "ma chère fille". Finally, the chevalier O'Gorman, who seems to have been very actively involved in the affairs and occupations of his sister-in-law, the chevalière, and to have maintained a very close correspondence with her, never calls her anything other than "ma chère sœur", even in the most confidential communications."

~ La Chevalière d'Éon a Versailles by Paul Fromageot published in Le Carnet Historique & Littéraire, 1 Jan 1901, (translated with google translate)

[angelasscribbles]

What Once Was

Fandom: Vying for Versailles (Romance Club)

Summary: Renee married someone else. But what happens when Alexandre comes back into her life?

“Madame, you have a visitor.”

Renée looked up from her writing desk curiously. She hadn’t been expecting anyone. “Who is it, Beatrice?”

Beatrice had served Renee since she had first set foot in Versailles all those years ago. She had risen from lady’s maid to maîtresse d'hôtel. Her duties now involved overseeing all the other household servants at Chateau de Marly.

“It’s Monsieur Bontemps, Madame.”

The door to the study swung wide as the mistress of house backed away, revealing Alexandre, his fingers twisting nervously at the hat clasped in his hands.

Renee rose from her desk with surprised delight and swept across the room to greet him with a hug. “Alexandre! This is a pleasant surprise! Wait….” She drew back with a worried crease across her brow, “Is all well? The king—”

“The king is fine, Madame.”

Her good mood faltered as her eyes tracked his face noting the agitation in his stance. Very little rattled the king’s spymaster. “Then why are you here?”

“I was hoping we could have a private conversation.” His eyes darted around the room. “May I come in?”

“Certainly, but I think we would be more comfortable in the small sitting room.” She stepped out of the study and led him down the hallway to the smallest of the sitting rooms. It was cozy, plush, and private.

She gave Beatrice instructions to send a maid in with tea service then she shut the door. Turning back to him, she crossed her arms and studied him closely.

He was fidgety, clearly wound up about something, which was completely out of character for him. She couldn’t help the smile that crawled across her face as she took in his agitation. “Do I still make you nervous, Alexandre?”

“You do have a way of knocking my equilibrium off balance, Madame.” He gave her a small smile.

The affection and heat in his gaze sent butterflies exploding through her stomach. “That is good to know, Monsieur.”

He arched an eyebrow skeptically, “You think me indifferent to you?”

“Perhaps.”

“I could never be indifferent to you.” The pure, undisguised longing on his face sent shivers cascading down her spine.

There was a brief lull in their conversation as the tea was served. Renee watched the maid retreat as she stirred her tea. With her eyes focused on the cup in her hand, she softly said, “You should have stayed.”

“Renee…I couldn’t stay in close proximity to you knowing I could never touch you again.”

She glanced up at him and her tone was sharp as she told him, “Those were the choices you made.”

He sighed as he carefully sat his cup on the table. It was the same argument they’d had before he had left for Geneva to serve the king’s interest in Switzerland. “You didn’t choose me.”

“I did. I simply didn’t choose only you,” she reminded him. “And it’s not like you were ever going to marry me anyway.”

“A spymaster—”

“I know. Believe me, I remember all your excuses.”

“They weren’t excuses.”

“Weren’t they?”

He didn’t answer. He had told her that they could never be a couple. He hadn’t had a noble title back then and his work made it almost impossible to conduct a love affair. But when she had accepted a proposal from the Prince du Sang, it had felt like a knife plunged into his heart.

He drew in a deep breath and decided to tell her the truth. “There’s something you don’t know, Renee. I did approach Louis about a possible match. The king had been offering to ennoble me for years. I thought, maybe…”

Renee jerked in surprise, nearly spilling her tea in the process, “What?”

“My request was rejected out of hand and when Philippe got down on one knee in front of the entire court a mere day later, I understood why.”

Louis loved him like a brother. But Philippe was his brother. And he had probably asked first. The prince was a better match for her anyway. He knew that.

Renee quickly sat her cup down and tried to quell the shaking in her hands. “Alexandre…why didn’t you tell me?”

“After witnessing firsthand your pure joy at accepting another man’s proposal? What would have been the point?” He had, instead, determined to keep his distance from her.

And yet when their paths crossed, he had found that he still could not resist her. “Do you remember that night in Paris, right before your wedding?”

Madame de France, princess, duchess, and marquise did not blush easily, but her cheeks colored at the reminder. “Of course I do. But why are you bringing that up? Why are you bringing any of it up now?”

“Pardon?”

“Why discuss these things now? After all this time?”

“Ah, yes.” And here was the reason for his visit. “Do you remember when you told me that you would recognize me anywhere?”

“Yes. And you said the same. What does that have to do with why you’re here?”

“Only that I by chance saw you last time I was in Paris on the king’s business. I only saw your profile as you climbed into your carriage, but I knew it was you.”

“And you didn’t think to say hello?”

“I started to but then I saw your son.”

“Louis-Philippe?”

“Yes. One of the servants handed him up into the carriage to you and I got a clear view of his face, Renee.”

Her heart stopped. “And?”

“And he favors neither the prince nor a certain count that you are overly fond of.”

She ignored his reference to Armand as her heart started to thump even harder. She knew exactly who the child favored but she wasn’t going to make this easy on him. Her hands and her voice were steady as she looked him directly in the eye. “What are you asking me, Alexandre?”

“Is he….is he mine?”

She jumped up from her seat and stalked across the room to stare out the window. After a long pause, she replied, “You are not a father in the way that Philippe is. You do not tuck him into bed at night nor ease his fears when the thunder booms. He does not know you.”

He stood and followed her across the room, resting a hand on her shoulder. “That’s not what I’m asking, and you know it.”

Without turning to look at him, she whispered, “Yes, he was conceived that night in Paris.”

Alexandre’s world tilted on its axis. He had known, of course, the moment he had seen the child’s face. But to have confirmation…. He dropped his hand and stepped away from her. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

Anger flared through her as she spun to face him and flung his own words back at him. “What would have been the point? You ran away from me fast enough the moment you didn’t like my choices.”

“But a child, Renee!”

“By the time I knew I was with child, I was already married! What would you have had me do? Put it in a letter so your enemies could use it against us both? You well know how easy it is to intercept correspondence.”

He nodded in acquiescence. He could not fault her logic. “And the Prince du Sang... does he….”

“Philippe knows. He does not care.”

“I find that hard to believe, Madame.”

“Did you think we were cuckolding him every time we were together?”

“Well…”

“I told you, before he even proposed, what our arrangement was!”

“Yes, but I—”

“You what? You thought I was lying?” She stepped closer. So close she could smell the vanilla and cardamom scent that always clung to him. So close that she could feel the heat radiating from him, sense the tension in his body, “I may lie to everyone else in service to my king and my country, but I have never lied to you nor him! I do not lie to the people that I love.”

Alexandre froze, shock, pleasure, and disbelief coursing through him at her words. She loved him?

Oblivious to his reaction to her unintentional confession, she plowed on. “And your assertation that I would have divided loyalties was preposterous! My loyalty to my husband would never put me at cross purposes with you, Alexandre and you know it! Philippe loves his brother and is loyal to him. Furthermore, I do not tell him everything that I know or that I do. He understands and respects the need for discretion when it comes to my duties as a spymaster! He would never ask me to betray—”

“Alright! Alright!” He held both hands up in surrender with a bemused chuckle.

“It’s not funny, Alexandre!” She stood in the middle of the room, just inches from him, cheeks red and chest heaving with emotion.

He was struck nearly speechless by her beauty. She was even more breathtaking when she was angry. How was that possible? He took an involuntary step toward her.

She froze, her eyes trained on him, but she didn’t back away.

He took another step toward her, this one purposeful.

They stood, unmoving, staring into each other’s eyes; two hearts pounding in anticipation. He lifted a hand and reached out for her just as the sitting room door banged open.

“There you are, my love! I—oh! I didn’t realize we had company.” The prince stopped short, causing the chevalier who had been hot on his heels to collide into his backside.

Alexandre jerked his hand back and stepped away awkwardly. “My prince! I…” he executed a low bow. “So lovely to see you again.”

Philippe’s eyes took in the valet’s flushed and guilty expression and then his wife’s stoic demeanor. Renee had not backed away when he entered the room. She had stood her ground. Her ire was evident and he smothered a smile. He understood everything. “It’s always a pleasure to see you, Alexandre, but let’s not pretend you came here for me.”

“I….” For the first time in his life, Alexandre was struck completely speechless.

Renee finally moved, closing the distance to greet her husband with a hug and a quick peck on the cheek. She murmured in his ear, “He knows about Louie.”

“Hm,” he hugged her back, but his gaze was trained on his brother’s spymaster.

Renee moved around her husband to greet the chevalier with the same hug and kiss she had just given her husband. “How was grouse hunting?”

“As usual, we didn’t find a single grouse but at least we didn’t end up drunk in a fountain again.” The chevalier laughed at his own joke as he returned her hug. Not a day passed that he didn’t count his blessings.

There had been a time when the king had been adamant that Philippe make a political marriage, likely to some English noblewoman who would expect fidelity from him. He would forever be grateful that Louis had allowed the prince to marry Renee and that Renee had never blinked at the relationship between the two men. Now he practically lived at Chateau de Marly and was both a godfather and cherished uncle to their son. They functioned very well as a threesome and while his whole heart belonged to the prince, he wasn’t completely indifferent to Renee.

He also liked the life they had built together very much so he glared suspiciously at the intruder. “Why are you here, Monsieur Bontemps?”

Finally recovering, Alexander stiffly replied, “I had some…business to discuss with the duchess.”

Renee snorted. “Business? Is that what this is, Alexandre?”

He flushed scarlet which caused the other two men in the room to laugh.

The prince spoke first. “Let’s drop the pretense, shall we? Renee and I have no secrets from each other nor do I keep secrets from the chevalier. His discretion is not in question. You may speak freely. Everyone in this room knows that Louis is your son. So why are you really here?”

“Do you wish to challenge me to a duel, Monsieur?” Alexandre asked carefully.

Philippe looked at him askance. “Why would I do that?”

Alexandre shook his head slowly. “Most men in your position would.” It was dawning on him that Renee had been telling the full truth of the matter. Philippe showed no signs of rage or jealousy.

Of course, it was an open secret at court that his affair with the chevalier never ended, but for most men indulging their own desires did not mean they were tolerant of their wives doing the same.

Philippe’s face broke into a wide smile. “When have you ever known me to be like most men? Come now, stay for dinner and we can discuss everything.”

“As tempting as that sounds…I have some urgent business matters I must attend to tonight. However….”

“Yes?”

“With your leave, I would like to visit the child. As a family friend, of course. I would never disclose the true nature of our relationship to him.”

“You want a relationship with our son?” Renee asked so quietly he almost missed it.

Turning to face her with beseeching eyes he answered her. “If it pleases you, then yes.”

Renee closed her eyes briefly as she fought against the onslaught of conflicting emotions that collided inside her at the thought. When she opened them again, she blinked up at him. “I think I would like that very much.”

Profound relief swirled through him at her answer. He had not known what to expect when he knocked on her door, but things had gone better than he could have imagined. Turning his attention back to Philippe, he asked, “And this is alright with you?”

“It is. You’ll find Louie is a capricious and wild little hellion who delights in his friendships with children and adults alike. I think he’ll be good for you.”

Alexandre barked out a surprised laugh. “He’ll be good for me?”

“Yes….” Philippe drawled out with a mischievous grin. “I think you need to loosen up and he’s just the person to help you do it.”

The king’s valet turned to go but an idea had taken root in his mind and he could not let it go. Turning back he asked, “And your wife?”

“What about her?”

“May I have permission to resume our….friendship?”

“Oh, he wants to court your wife!” The chevalier chortled out loud.

“Monsieur,” Philippe shook his head. “You disappoint me. I thought you understood. You do not need my permission. You need hers.”

Alexandre turned slowly, his heart thudding in his chest. “Madame. I would be most grateful if you would agree to indulge me in a conversation soon. I think we have many things to discuss.”

“For how long?”

“I’m sorry?”

“How long will these discussions go on? When do you leave again?”

He nodded in understanding. “Given today's revelations, and assuming you will continue to welcome me as a visitor in your home, I will start making the preparations to return to my house in Paris immediately and permanently.”

“Just like that?”

“Just like that.”

She regarded him thoughtfully for a moment and then she nodded. “I would like you to get to know our son and I would be open to you and I having a conversation about where we go from there.”

He couldn’t help the smile that crawled across his face. He left the chateau with a spring in his step.

The truth was, he had not been happy since he’d left court shortly after her wedding. He hadn’t thought he could share her, open relationship with her husband or not. But an even larger concern had been his fear of openly loving her, thereby making her a target for his enemies, which were many.

He would never be comfortable being physically affectionate with her in front of others, he was more private than that, but if there was still a relationship to be had with her, there couldn’t be a more perfect cover than her marriage. No one ever had to know what she meant to him, or that he had a child. They could therefore never be used against him.

The thought of rekindling what they once had made him feel something he hadn’t felt in a long time….happiness.

It was entirely possible that things had worked out for him after all.

[hikarry]

You know what would be gorgeous?

Reign of Louis XIV of France

Crowley is assigned to mess with the French nobles and cause a little trouble so he infiltrates the French court as Monsieur Crowley, a high ranking noble nobody remembers but everyone knows whom is lowkey besties with Prince Philip (because he likes his style, mainly. Queers must stick together innit) and, by result, easily slythers his way to the King's ear if needed

We are in Versailles

King Louis is putting on a performance like he is known for doing and everyone is watching when a strike of blonde white hair catches Crowley's attention. It's so fast he doesn't have time to process it properly but he excuses himself all the same to try and investigate, yet he finds nothing

Later that week King Louis has one of his parties in the gardens of Versailles. A masquerade party, as he is a big fan of

Crowley is mingling with Prince Phillip, his male lover (forgot his name. Sorry, love. He sucked anyway) and some other nobles when he notices the hair again, somewhere in the middle of the party. The hair is long in a fancy wavy hairdo, they are wearing a long puffy clearly cream noble dress and they appear to be mingling with some of the other noble ladies. The person has they're back turned to him. Besides, he's wearing sunglasses and it's night so it's a bit hard to see but he keeps surreptitiously watching over his wine glass anyway

Some people start to disperss to go to the buffet and his line of sign gets less constricted. That's when the person turns around, their arm interlocked with another lady, and their eyes meet. Even though half her face is covered by a hand fan and the other half by a mask, Crowley would recognize those blue eyes anywhere and he smiles to himself as he watches her walk inside the palace

Logically, Heaven must have sent Aziraphale to twart his plans and by Satan doesn't she look heavenly indeed

When the party officially moves inside and there are already people dancing in the saloon, Crowley sticks to the Prince but he isn't hearing a word of the conversation. Instead he is too busy observing an angel mingling with the other ladies and laughing behind her hand fan like the precious thing she is

Eventually he watches her walk up to the buffet tables by herself and he notices a middle aged man leaving his mingling circle and following her. A man he doesn't particularly like, mind

He observes as they talk, the man slowly invading her personal space, trying to hold her hand, and the angel smiling politely and taking a few steps back

Crowley excuses himself and, before he even hears what Phillip has to say, he slythers behind Aziraphale, who bumps against his chest and startles. Crowley surreptitiously lays a hand on her lower back, helping her regain balance and feels her go tense under his touch

"Monsieur Crowley! Your reputation precedes you! I barely noticed you approaching!" The other man says, giving a slight step back as Crowley feels Aziraphale instantly relax against his touch, somewhat leaning into it

Crowley smiles and takes his hand away

"Monsieur Dubois, I didn't mean to interrupt, but I've been looking for Mademoiselle Fell. We have some business to discuss."

"Ah, yes, of course." The man smiles. "Maybe another chance, mademoiselle?" He gives a slight bow, holding her gloved hand and kissing it before slowly leaving.

Crowley hears Aziraphale taking a deep breath before she turns around, closing her hand fan.

"Fancy dress, angel. Suits you." He smiles, taking a step back to give her some space.

"Thank you, my dear. This is why I don't like to present female. Clearly men don't understand when I say I don't dance. I don't know how you do it."

"I do it because it's fun." He takes a grape from the table and pops it into his mouth. "And I like the dresses. I look really good wearing a corset." Aziraphale rolls her eyes.

"I feel like I can barely breath through mine."

"You get used to it. Beauty hurts, angel. Especially when you are a woman." He looks around. "What are you doing in France anyway? I thought you were still in Florence."

"Gabriel sent me. I'm to inspire some artists and keep an eye on you."

"Aw, you flatter me." Crowley picks up a slice of cake and hands it to Aziraphale. "Cake?"

The angel smiles and gives a little wiggle, taking the plate and the small fork from his hands.

"I haven't tried any sweets yet. Gabriel said I should control myself if I wanted to fit in the dress."

Crowley's hands clench into fists and he takes a second or two to breath.

"Gabriel is a wanker. Dresses were made to fit you, not the other way around." He leans on the table, hiding his hands on his pockets. "Eat as much as you desire, angel. You look stunning."

Aziraphale doesn't answer for a while, just looking at the people dancing.

"Would you like to step out into the balcony, my dear? Some fresh air would probably do us good."

He clears his throat, straightening himself.

"Lead the way."

Do what you will with this. It was supposed just to be a small imagine with fem presenting Aziraphale in a gorgeous gown and Crowley not being able to take his eyes from her but it clearly got out of my hand real quick. Alas, here we are