Who does not know the heart of a mother?
This idea popped into my mind as I browsed through the internet, my brain screamed 'Marie Antoinette!". Being obsessed with KKM and everything, I rushed to the search engine to see if anyone had already developed the idea. I was able to resist the plot bunny haunting me for a day, but since it had brain-napped my mind, I just had to let it go.
This will be slightly historical fiction, I've done some research and have my trustful history schoolbook by my side(not literally, it's in a box with the rest of my books, just like the rest of my belongings), but I must say that this ficcie won't be historically accurate or follow the movie, if you need to study for a test you can always contact me and I'll gladly help you (I suppose I know more about Otto von Bismarck, I did my yearly history essay about him because everyone was doing Marie Antoinette…)
I couldn't come up with a title in French, so the quotation will do. I'm sorry, I'm so lame, I know.
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Disclaimer: kkm will never belong to me, no matter how much I cry. I am in no way related to Marie Antoinette or any of the courtiers, I have no intention to insult anyone by writing this fic, please tell me if you find it offending
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Title: Who does not know the heart of a mother?
Rating: T for undertones and dialogue, might evolve into M, but I really don't think so
Spoilers for the series: none, only character spoilers, nothing that isn't present in most of the other fics
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To my dear friend TragickPast
Fils
November 2nd. The sunlight shone in through the parted curtains. Sunset. Tender flashes of red and ember illuminated the room as the ragged sound of Queen's labored breath broke the silence. The low number of courtiers waiting by her side was due to a new rule, the royal family was getting fed up of having the whole court crammed up in the salon, waiting for the new heir…royal family? Since when was it royal 'family'?
Cecilie von Spitzberg, affectionately referred to as Cheri by friends and family, laid on the bed, her two sons holding her hands at each side. She had been through the painful but endearing experience enough times to know that the baby's gender didn't matter, no, didn't matter at all. But deep inside her heart she wished to have a daughter. Two heirs for the kingdom already existed, it was obvious that Gwendal von Voltaire would take over the throne. Her eldest son went through piles of paperwork as fast as her Konrad Weller wielded his sword. She wondered what this von Bielefeld would grow up to be. Maybe he'd be a politician like Gwendal, or a sword master like Konrad, or maybe he'd be-
A contraction even more painful than the others stopped her musings. Her nails dug into her sons' hands. The baby is coming. The baby is coming.
The midwife stuttered a prayer before aiding the queen, the frilly pink nightgown stained with blood.
The crowd gasped and cheered as she carefully handed her to Cecilie. She held the baby to her chest, softly sighing, her sons and the highest ranking nobles nearby leaned in for a better look. The baby had pure blond hair and half closed green eyes. Scratch that. Emerald green eyes. Queen Cheri noted that he was a boy, but she didn't mind. He was her boy.
A young lady in waiting handed her a bouquet with flowers. She recognized Konrad-stands-upon-the-Earths, Secret-Gwendals and Cheri's-red-sighs. There was a lone yellow flower she had not named, and she noticed how the flower's color matched her new son's hair. The reddish light peeking in through the drapes gave the room a magical feeling.
"Wolfram"
"Beautiful Wolfram" The queen added to her previous statement, taking the yellow flower from the bouquet and tucking it behind her ear.
The child she held in arms was quickly carried away by Mitzi, the official wet nurse. Cheri couldn't help but to smile sadly. There goes my baby boy.
Historical base for the chapter
Marie Antoinette was born November the second, 1755. Her parents had had fourteen children before her, and had grown to dislike the presence of many courtiers in the same room with the queen as she gave birth. "(The) Emperor and Empress (…) presided over many basic changes in court (…) the abolition of certain court protocols, for example the ritual where dozens of courtiers could be in the Empress' bedchamber, watching when she gave birth; the Empress disliked the ritual and would eject courtiers from her rooms whenever she went into labor.". I read in another site that "Emperor Frances Stephen and many courtiers were present to congratulate Maria Theresa on the birth of her fifteenth child", so there were coutiers present, maybe the ones closest to her. Maria Theresa somehow knew that she was going to have a daughter, maybe Cheri held the same wish. "Soon after Marie Antoinette was born, she was handed over to an official wet nurse, called Constance Weber". In the story, the wet nurse is named Mitzi, I'll be using Ocs instead of actual historical figures.
I cite my sources:
Wikipedia, marie-antoinette dot org, marie-antoinette dot info
And so concludes the 'teaser' chapter.
I was thinking, should keep add the section at the bottom of the page where I explain why did I write the chappie so, citing the actual historical events upon which I base myself?
Please review, it helps me improve the quality of my writing and gives me the inspiration I need to continue
Thank you so much for reading
-Vivi