AN: For the day of Philippe's death. It's short, and I still don't exactly know how to write stories for "Versailles," but writing stories on important dates is kind of a tradition for me (see any of my "Alexander" stories for examples.) Not only that, but Philippe helped me to really start exploring my gender and undertanding who I am now, so I feel he deserves some recognition and and love. I hope you all like this story. Enjoy.
8 December 1702
My darling Mignonette,
Today is the eighth of December. It has been nearly a year and a half since you took your last breath and left me forever. It is also the anniversary of the first time we met. You were a vision in your dark blue dress embroidered with white snowflakes, perfect for the season and complementary to the sparkle in your eyes as you entered the full ballroom on your brother's arm, he glistening in gold beside you.
He was not the one who held my attention however. You were. Your laugh as the king whispered some private joke to you rang around the room and captured my heart. It was that moment that I knew I had to know you. A few more breaths to gather my courage and I crossed the room to you and the king, who kindly introduced us. You smiled at me, and the rest, as they say, is history.
I have thought of that moment and you every moment since our permanent parting, Mignonette. It saddens and gladdens me in the same moment. I am happy to say that it will not be much longer until we are together again, and this time truly forever. I miss you so, Mignonette, and can not wait to see you once more. See you in Heaven, my love.
With all my love,
Your Chevalier