Hey guys it's MOI! Thanks for all your reviews for the last story and now I'm writing a brand new one. It's century in France 1789 so enjoy.
Disclaimer:- I do not own The Doctor, Rose or the TARDIS. I do own the majority of characters in the story.
"Madame," Louis Theréson said as a woman was approaching him in the Garden of Versailles.
"Monsieur, these night time visits are becoming very frequent." The woman said.
It was night, but the moon was full and gave out some light. Louis watched his mistress approach. She was dressed very beautifully, and her face was heavenly in his opinion. Her skin was very clear and her make-up suited her perfectly. On her way down a few heads had turned in her direction.
"It is the only way we can see each other," Louis said and held her hands. They were soft and her nails were perfect. They had both been seeing each other now for two years. They met at a social event in Versailles, and he instantly fell for her. To him, Marie Orléans was an angel sent down from heaven. They both sat down on the bench in the gardens. They were quite a distance away from the Palace of Versailles, but could still see the lights shining from the hall, like a beacon, and some aristocrats moving about inside.
"I know but you are betrothed already. You cannot change what has been tradition for many centuries because of me." Marie said. Louis looked disappointed. Marie knew what he was thinking. In his mind right now, he was thinking that she was leaving him for good. Marie looked Louis up and down. He wasn't too bad, Marie thought. He was slender like one of her close friends, but still had some attractive looks about him.
"Are you leaving me?" Louis said desperately. She could see his eyes beginning to turn watery.
"No, no, of course I will not leave you." Marie said, but the seeds had already been sown.
"You want to be with him. I understand. I mean, he is very attractive and who would want to be with someone like me." Louis said.
Marie rolled her eyes. She was grateful it was dark enough that he did not see it. She could hear some crickets in the hedges beside her.
"Jacque is a close friend as is Gabrielle. I do not love him the way I love you. You do not need to worry. I will never fall for him." Marie said, but she could still see he was not convinced. She quickly thought of a lie which could convince him for sure she was not involved with her friend, which she was not away. The thought of him and her together made her stomach turn.
"Jacque does not like the feel of a gentle woman's touch, Monsieur. He prefers to have the feel of a man." Marie said, which was a complete lie as her friend had already slept with a dozen female servants in Versailles already. It seemed to have worked anyway, as Louis moved his head closer to Marie. She could feel him breathing on her neck.
"We should be getting back or Jeanne will wonder where you have been." Marie said.
Louis lifted his head and moved closer to Marie.
"No she won't. I want to be with you, not her." Louis said and started to kiss Marie. She did not resist, but would not take it any further, as she could tell he was getting agitated.
They separated suddenly when they heard a branch snapping. They looked about, but it was too dark to make out many things.
"We have lingered here too long. Let us make our way back." Marie said, still looking about. Someone had been spying on them, she knew it. They held each others hand and slowly made their way back to Versailles. Louis looked at Marie.
"Your hair is so beautiful." He said, in a dreamy sort of way. He let go of her hand, and moved his fingers through her silky brown hair.
"Stop it. We cannot keep seeing each other. Jeanne is suspicious already. We must find another way to meet." Marie said and held Louis' hand again. They were moving slowly back to the party.
"Don't think about stuff like that. We have all the time in the world." Louis said.
"No we do not. It's April 1789. I fear there is a great change going to be coming to France. I do not agree with the King's form of solving this financial dilemma he is in. I am of course willing to pay the taxes but I fear giving the peasants a chance to voice their opinions." Marie said.
"What can they do? They are illiterate. They cannot think for themselves." Louis said. They could hear voices now, and laughter. They were quite close to the Palace.
"I will go in first, you follow in five minutes so it does not seem so suspicious." Marie said and gave Louis a final kiss before setting off to Versailles.
She walked up the steps leading to the entrance and took a deep breathe. She opened the doors and music erupted from the hall. The orchestra had started playing and some people were dancing. It was grand hall. She felt that Louis XIV must have been proud with this.
She looked about and saw Jacque talking to some people. She walked over and joined the group. His name was in fact not Jacque. His name was Jack, but it was not French enough so he had it changed.
"Where is Gabrielle?" She asked Jack. He turned his head and looked at her. She was always fascinated by his eyes, which were a startling blue. His hair was short and black and he was quite tall.
"I have not seen her for almost half an hour." He said and noticed Marie looked a bit anxious.
"Where is Jeanne?" She asked him. She could not see her or Gabrielle at all amongst the crowd already gathered in the hall.
"Same as Gabrielle. I have not seen them both at all tonight. Why what is wrong?" He asked Marie.
"I'll tell you later. It's time to write a report as well." Marie said. The people in their group had wandered off by now and there was no chance of any listening in as they were too busy enjoying themselves.
"Surely you don't need us all there do you?" Jack asked.
"There's only a month left until the estates meet up. They'll be expecting a decent report. I need all the information the three of us have gathered. This is one of the most important events in history." Marie said, but saw the look on Jack's face.
"Really? Is that why you have become romantically involved with an aristocrat?" Jack said.
"This is not the time for that." Marie said and she was right, as that moment a servant ran into the halls from outside, screaming.
The orchestra had stopped playing and people tried to calm the servant down. Her face was white and she was crying. Through the sobs and deep intakes of breathe they could gather some information.
Louis Theréson had just been murdered.