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The winter blooms were just beginning to flower, and a trip to the gardens seemed the perfect excuse to get out of the palace and be offered moments of solitude. While everyone else lay asleep in their beds, she had quietly made her escape. Charlotte’s arms were now filled with snowdrops and heather, all tucked carefully beneath her cloak as she began to make her way back. She would need to pay a visit to the maid’s cupboard for a vase, and as such, began to head in the direction of the door that would put her nearest her destination.

It was not a path she often travelled, in fact, it had been one she had taken care to avoid in recent weeks. It winded itself through the fountains, passing one she did not care to pass. These thoughts were forgotten though, and before long, she was confronted with it. She stopped in her tracks at the sight of it, flashbacks of a frigid night that seemed to be eons ago playing in her mind. Slowly, she sat down, setting the flowers next to her, and let her head fall into her hands, becoming unaware of anything going on around her.

It was the sound of rushed footsteps that brought her out of her reverie, her head popping back up, attempting to find the source. 

“Let me go, you worthless spine!” Louise begged as the man grabbed her face violently, saying words in Dutch and unable to understand a single word. The Duchess was scared, scared for herself and for her babies that she carried. It was only days, hours even that her water could just random break. And each minute she felt a pressure inside of her. Unsure if it was her babies or her fear that is causing her to feel such pain. She was pulled, dragged even by the man. Until another approached them, larger and even more ruthless. Louise thought of herself stupid at this time, she should have stayed in her apartment with Francis and Antonio, but she was having her midnight hunger that drove her out of her room to find something to eat. If she were to stay, she would have been indoors with her family. Hopefully, safe and sound.

THE ATTACK ON V E R S A I L L E S

Rumours circulated around the palace, news that the Dutch was almost among the French. The large gates of the palace were now closed, restricting all traveling to become a minimum. The battlefield was only a few miles away from court, and the nobles was beginning to worry. With the comforting of King Louis, it was insured that the royal and noble families will be unharmed. With no knowledge, he did not know the Dutch had a thing or two up their sleeves.

It was a cold winter night, and everyone was sleeping soundly in their warm beds. A group of men, reaching almost to thirty men, snuck through the highly guarded gates of the palace. Their goal was to take anyone, maybe everyone as a war hostage in hopes to have France surrender, as all the families at the palace were of importance. The group paired up, traveling to different corrondors of the palace and barg into the apartments of the nobility, taking and harming whoever they can get their hands on. Dragging them through the halls by their hair and threatening them of death if they were to scream. 

But that didn’t work, room by room there was screaming, there was fear. Survants and guards were killed if they tried to interfere. But there was few that was able to escape, few apartments with locked doors, unable for the Dutch to get in, were left trapped and scared if the Dutch somehow figured to pass through the locked doors. Some nobles were able to gather together and fight back the guards, but there was women and children. Not everyone was experienced as a blood-thirsty solider like the Dutch. 

STARTS: NOW!!!

Making her way down a familiar path, she paused when she reached her sisters door, knocking gently before opening it without waiting for an answer. “Louise, c’est moi,” she called.