Flowers in your hair
{ Fandom: Versailles
Characters: Louis XIV, Henriette, Philippe
Pairing: / }
Louvre, 1648.
"I hate you, Louis!"
she was vigorously stamping her feet on the ground.
Meanwhile Louis, surrounded by his 'little friends', was enjoying the sight of the child looking thoroughly
dishevelled and angry, and he also allowed himself to irritate her even more with some jokes.
"Oh, come on, petite anglaise, do you hate me just because I stole you the flower you were
plucking? Now that flower thanks me, I put an end to the pain you were causing it." he explained
with a slight tone of superiority, cleverly hidden behind an affable smile.
"Now, if you will excuse me, I've got something to study—unfortunately. À plus!"
After saying so he turned on his heel and waved a hand, leaving the little crying girl there, still not quite
aware of what had happened. It was small thing, of course, but at that time it was a serious affront to
Henriette. How did he dare to slip her daisy out of her hand and to run away? It had implied that she had
had to run after him and end up making fool of herself. The only thought of those children and how they
were laughing at her, how they were making fun of her just in front of her face… tears rose to her eyes
once more.
"Hey, what's happening?"
Her attention was attracted by a voice a little further away from where she was standing. She raised her
gaze: it was Philippe, the younger brother of Louis, and he had a worried expression on his face, probably
due to the screams and complains heard just a while ago.
"Oh no, nothing to worry about."
went sitting on a bench, letting her dangle her little feet. However the little boy, as stubborn as Louis,
didn't give up, so he followed her and sat next to her, trying in every way possible to meet her eyes and
understand what had happened.
"I didn't come here before because I was finishing my homework with my tutor, but I could
hear your screams from my room. Why are you feeling this way? Did Louis make you angry?"
Henriette nodded, snuffling; she didn't want to be seen tearful again, she wanted to look strong and in a
rage, mostly. A pretty vain attempt since red glistening eyes, willing or not, didn't vanish within a short
space of time.
"He took my tiny daisy I was playing with and he stepped on it…"
"Ah, what a rascal!" Philippe exclaimed, as he sprang to his feet and placed his hands on his
hips, showing resentment. You could see from a mile away he was just faking, but that sketch made the little girl smile again, after all those tears.
"Do you know what we're going to do now?"
And he immediately run to a flowerbed nearby, a little hidden but full of wonderful flowers. He came back
to her holding a gorgeous pink-shaded daisy in his hands, daisy which he put in Henriette's hair.
"One flower was lost, one flower was earned."
what he had done. "And don't let him intimidate you, just threaten him with reporting everything
to our mother and he'll surely calm down. Second floor, last door at the end of the corridor on
the right hand side, she will always be there. Bye! Oui, monsieur Lagrange, j'arrive tout de
suite!" he whispered in her ear before leaving and getting inside, replying to his tutor's calls.
Henriette frowned, for a minute confused by what had happened in so little time. Then she lifted her hand
and touched her hair: yes, the flower was really there, she didn't imagine anything. She smiled. Perhaps she had found an ally.