Tales of a Time Princess

Passion In Versailles {Lafayette}

MC (Marie Antoinette) x Lafayette

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Notes: This fanfic is rated M for good reason, does contain mild sexual content. Be ye warned!

Growing up in Austria, you had been taught by your mother since a very young age to both maintain your etiquette properly and behave in every other sense noble, given your family lineage.

Looking back now, you could vaguely remember all of the absurd amount of time, effort, and training your family had deeply instilled in you.

From how to eat like a proper lady, to what silverware to use, from learning how to dance, to even correcting your posture every time they found you lacking.

It was only to be expected from you though, especially considering you were the Queen's daughter.

Part of you was still very thankful for all of the labor you'd endured during your childhood, especially since now you were in fact the Queen of France.

Everyone was always looking to you, whether it be for advice or for the next new fashion trend.

Your every single move had been watched upon always, and perhaps for good reason- you were representing the entire country.

Yet here you had been, living your life lavishly without a single care in the world, and due to that very reason alone- other than being a foreigner in their eyes, it seemed to have earned you the ire of the people living in France.

However, ever since that day, things had changed drastically.

You weren't the 'Marie' everyone thought you to be anymore, and you no longer thought of yourself first.

You had bestowed your new selfless nature to everyone in both your actions, as well as in your words.

From donating your jewelry to a better cause, to giving out rations of food with the King at the church- you were a different woman; a different Queen.

Because of those actions, your actions, the people of France had finally seemed to see you now in a different light.

You were no longer the selfish little princess from Austria everyone had thought you to be, but a grown woman finally befitted to bear the title of Queen.

Amongst all of this progress and France's complete turnaround for the better, you had gained quite a many admirers on your journey to becoming the ruler this country truly needed.

Your biggest admirer, however, was none other than the Marquis de Lafayette himself.

Ever since he had figured out the true identity of the woman he had danced with at the masquerade that night, he had never looked at you the same.

He had been absolutely smitten with you, and although he did his best to hide it, he could never truly hide the immense amount of love he had for you deep in his heart.

Yet you were the Queen of France, and unfortunately the poor Marquis only saw the incompatibility a possible relationship between the two of you would bring.

However as hard as he had tried, he still could not quell the burning fiery passion he had for you, nor the lust that continually grew within him day by day.

As well as that, seeing your beautiful, fair-skinned face only added to his torment- which he bore silently.

Every time he would walk by you, or if his hand happened to accidentally brush up against yours, his heart would race and because he feared you might hear its loud beating he would quickly pace away, clutching his chest once you were finally out of sight.