Hi, in this chapter I introduce to you two different story, I'd like to know which of this two do you prefer

1°

Versailles

Tell me France, what do you feel as you walk through my immense gilded salons?
You remember fluttering skirts of the ladies, powdered wigs men, rivers of alcohol, the playing cards, the refined foods and intrigues worthy of the best brothel.
Or remember the soft wind that caressed her hair, fair skin, the scent of chocolate and champagne, you remember the grief over the loss of his children, his loves and the inability to be accepted by that mass of corrupt nobility.
But you think again about you people that died, suffered, fought and won to survive and remain with their son, in a time that abandoned the ephemeral splendor to challenge the guns.
In the blade's her death, in the blade your rebirth, she that was the symbol of those decline
Between your lips that three words sound again.
And your hearth is full of proud, while you're opening the doors of my Gallery.
Do you still remember the laughter of traitors, the cries, the prayers and you see his face, noble, proud, unaltered, even in front of the death.
You that accepted her, now you saw her to leave this world.
In the fire your tears, into the fire his smile, that she had become your savior.
Now, in this bright anthro is listen only the echo of your footsteps, lost in those memories and those voices, while a joyful spring sun enters in this palace, and a flock of white doves rises to greet him.
Tell me France, in what age did you leave your heart?

2°

The king deceiver

The red silk robe slipped in his footsteps all inside of the castle.
Accompanied by the sound of those heels echoing in the corridors, a man always just looked straight ahead.
A dull sound, one after one, following the rhythm of the heartbeat .
Audible even in the great hall of Fontainebleau.
They came thundering in his ears .
And Francis , that annoying ticking of those red shoes instilled a sort of fear , a gesture of disgust.
A scary, almost reverential .
He admired the man.
That cynical coldness, made him superior to all .
His every gesture, every bow uttered as he entered, each his penetrating gaze, he could create a hardship in the soul of Francis .
Imperceptible to the eyes of ordinary people, but to him, the cardinal nothing escaped .
A small tremor took the hand of the nation, who immediately hid holding his faithful foil .
Francis had to admit, without his undeniable strength and readiness, now he would not have been so powerful.
He owed him so much .
But he also had taken away much of his people.
He had managed to tame the nobles, reduced to mere dust the Huguenots .
And in those few years of his gleaming , he managed to make it big.
Yet in the eyes of Francis as he crossed the hall, while he uttered another of his deep bows, he saw a man of the church .
It was not just a Cardinal , was not a mere minister.
Staying in the shadow behind the royal throne, he had to maneuver every moment of political life.
An unscrupulous manipulator , brilliant strategist and a political absolutist .
He was the true king of France.
He, Richelieu.
The king deceiver .

Hello readers!
As you read, the first story is the same palace to give voice to the thoughts of France, so I thought that for once a palace could express much more than just glitz.
Obviously, the three words are: liberté, égalité, fraternité!
So our characters are Jeanne D'Arc and Marie Antoinette, two female figures very opposite.
In the second the protagonist is Richelieu, not a simple man, but a real macchinatore and calculating, he did everything to protect the real power and increase it, making France a real absolute monarchy.
I hope you enjoyed, so please leave a review.
Kisses,
Sachi93