AN: My first story for Versailles! Enjoy! No spoilers please!
The Chevalier entered his and Philippe's apartment loudly, speaking to his lover even before he saw him.
"Your wife requests your presence, Mignonette! I told her-" finally he entered the sitting room, and saw Philippe sitting straight-backed on a couch, his hair pulled up and the top of a light green corset showing over the back of the couch. With a sly grin, he went silent and quieted his steps, approaching the couch and his lover and reaching to undo the corset strings seductively.
He did not get far. Philippe sprang off the couch and turned to face him, at the same time his ankle not expecting the change of position and giving way underneath him so that he crumpled to the carpet in a mass of fabric.
"Mignonette!" The Chevalier was stunned, but rushed to help his love up off the floor, kneeling by him as he did so, "Are you hurt? I am sorry, I did not mean to startle- Mignonette…" Philippe's head was bent, and quiet sobs could be heard. The Chevalier lifted his chin with a gentle hand to better see him and saw that his makeup had run even as Philippe tried to turn away, "Mignonette, whatever is the matter? What has upset you so?"
"My stupid pig of a brother!" Philippe screamed at the closed door, his whole body tense as he seemed to ignore his lover.
"What did the king do to make you this upset? Mignonette, sit, you will hurt yourself again. There. Shh, shh…" Once his love was seated on the couch once again, the Chevalier knelt before him and worked to calm him, brushing long strands of curled hair from his face and attempting to quell the shaking of his hands with his own.
"He said I was neither man nor woman! In front of the whole court!" Fresh heartbreaking sobs took over Philippe's body as his lover processed his information. In a minute, he was up and across the room, calling for a maid.
"Stay with him. Get him free of that frock if you can, he cannot breathe properly."
"No, but what are you going to do?" Panicked, Philippe looked up at his lover from where he sat, still shaking with emotion.
"I am going to right the wrong done against you, Dearest. Do not worry," he was gone before Philippe could protest any further.
"My king!" The Chevalier strode into the still full hall, his steps loud and determined.
"My dear Chevalier, what can I do for you?" Louis welcomed him him with open arms, even though the Chevalier was very clearly angry.
"Why did you torment Philippe here in the hall? If you were unhappy with what he was doing, you could have spoken to him privately. Instead you made the way he lives a thing of mockery. How dare you! You are his King and brother! You should protect him always!"
"How dare you speak to your king this way!" Louis jumped from his seat and suddenly his whole guard was surrounding the Chevalier, "Exile!"
"I will gladly go, and take Philippe with me too, Sire," he mocked, his head held high, "You will never see him again unless he wishes it, that much I will tell you. Good day to you."
When he returned to the apartment, Philippe was wringing his hands and pacing in the dress he still wore, having not stood still long enough for the maid to help him out of it, "Dearest!" He rushed over in a flurry of skirts upon seeing his lover return, "What did you do?"
"I had words with Louis. I am exiled."
"What? No! Say it is not so!"
"Mignonette, you do not understand my meaning. I am taking you with me. We are free."