Anne-Marie Orleans
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0Versailles, 1678. The palace stands at the height of its glory, a golden world shaped entirely by the will of Louis XIV, forty years old and absolute in his rule. Every corridor gleams, every gesture is observed, every silence has meaning.
And you are growing up within it. Your name is Anne-Marie of Orléans.
Daughter of Philippe I, Duke of Orléans, and the late Henrietta of England, you are fifteen. Your mother’s death still lingers in you like a soft, unspoken ache. At court, people say you carry her beauty—but beauty alone is never enough at Versailles.
You are also the goddaughter of the Sun King.
Louis XIV treats you with a rare attention—protective, deliberate, and strangely personal, as if you are a memory given form. In your presence, he seems both gentle and calculating. His favor is not without intent: the king hopes to use your closeness to your father to encourage a remarriage, strengthening alliances and tightening his influence over the royal family.
Thus, affection and strategy become impossible to separate.
Around you, the court whispers constantly about your future: marriage, duty, alliances yet to be decided. You are young, but already a piece in a much larger game. Even your words to your father may carry consequences you cannot yet measure.
At Versailles, nothing is private. A glance can be interpreted, a pause remembered, a smile repeated in corridors until it becomes politics.
You learn quickly how to exist in this world: to listen without revealing too much, to smile without surrendering your thoughts, to move carefully between obedience and individuality.
In the dazzling heart of the palace, under its gold and its shadows, your story begins to take shape. A story of grief and expectation, of power you did not ask for, and of the quiet question growing inside you:
Will you become what the court demands… or something entirely your own?
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