This is just a short drabble, but there are more to come. This is the first in a series of chapters that will be inspired by Eurovision 2017 songs. This is the first, inspired by the song Blackbird which will represent Finland this year. I hope you enjoy it! :)

Anne looked longingly out of the window, trying desperately to stem the flow of tears. She stood there, not really looking at the view, trying to calm her beating heart. Her regency had begun so well, but there were nobles in the country who did not take to her style of regency and inclusivism. So, at her son's birthday celebrations, a young man had burst out of the crowd, and fired a shot, meant to pierce her heart. It had done so.

Because the bullet meant for her chest, had hit Aramis' instead.

More burning tears escaped her eyes and she wiped them away with delicate fingers. Louis was currently in the company of his governess and so she had curtly dismissed those who accompanied her and had secluded herself in her rooms so that she could break in private. When the sobs came, they overwhelmed her, forcing her to sink onto the velvet cushions on her chaise lounge. The bullet could not have been far from his heart and she knew that he would not survive this. She prayed to her God to save him, to do anything, but she saw no sign.

So, now, ten minutes later, she stood at the window. A quiet chirping caught her attention. There was a blackbird sat on her window sill. He looked at her curiously, his head tilted. There was a tiny chip on its beak, and she knew she had seen this bird before. He had been at her window during that quiet evening when she had laid with Aramis after she made him her Minister. She felt a rush of anger towards the bird and his chirping and waved her hand to shoo him away.

But he did not move.

She held her hand out to the bird and, slowly, the bird stepped onto it. She moved her hand further into the room, and the bird did not move. She shook her hand slowly and still, the blackbird remained stood on her hand. He pecked at her hand affectionately. She smiled in spite of herself.

Suddenly, there was an urgent knock at the door and, startled, the blackbird took off. She watched it go in dismay as the door opened.

"Your Majesty?" Anne turned to the messenger, who was smiling.

"Yes?" The man bowed deeply.

"I have been sent to inform you that Minister Aramis will fully recover."

He bowed and made his exit, but she hardly noticed. It was as if her heart was whole again. It beat with renewed joy and anticipation. She turned to the window once again and marveled in its beauty, for where only a few minutes ago the world had been dull and grey, it was once again filled with colour. She thanked her God for returning Aramis to her and rushed to the door. She placed a hand on the door handle and breathed deeply, composing herself. She turned one last time to look at the window.

The blackbird was standing there and he chirped.

She smiled and wrenched the door open.