Written for drabble tag on the forum. The pairing that was provided was Louis/Anne and had the word prompt of white peacocks. This is unbeta-ed, so all mistakes are mine.
He blamed the foreign princess that sat next to him for all the problems that occurred during the gift opening ceremony on their wedding day. The reason why he blamed his new bride for the situation he now faced was because the Spanish court did not know enough about the French king, they did not know how much he loathed the gift they were now presenting him with, and though he accepted it graciously, he secretly planned their demise.
By "their demise", he meant the six large, squawking white peacocks that strutted around the room without a care in the world. So, while the French court was in awe over the beautiful peafowls and threw some pieces of bread to the birds and urging the males to show off their fan like tails, the young king leaned back in his chair trying with all his might to remain calm.
His anxiety only mounted when his queen asked if she could hold a peahen and when her wish was fulfilled, it took every ounce of his strength to not back away from the table.
"Isn't she beautiful?" Anne gushed as she held the peafowl in her arms, like a mother to a child. She turned to Louis, her eyes bright and excited as the white peahen's eye caught sight of a piece of bread that lay forgotten on the table.
He offered her a small smile before answering her. "They are magnificent birds. Though, these peacocks are different than the ones I am used to."
"Do you wish to hold her?"
"No, I am good."
"Why not? You're not scared are you?"
He reddened at her jest but still refused to hold the bird. It wasn't his fault that he was terrified of them thanks to one chasing him around the garden when he was a young child. Though he wasn't about to admit anything to this beautiful Spanish girl.
"You're scared," Anne said and she put the peahen down on the floor and nudged it away from the table. "She's gone now, so don't worry."
It was then that he decided that those peafowls would be disappearing to a new home the moment that the Spanish party would head home, and he would start with that small peahen that moments earlier, graced the arms of Her Majesty.