I Am Louis XIV

The Louvre was originally a military castle. Of course, it is destined that it will not be surrounded by dense forests like Fontainebleau, lest the enemy can cut down trees to make engineering equipment. There are not too many green trees and flowers, just extending from the depression of the U-shaped building complex, which is the well-known Duller Avenue. This is the only place where you can see cold stone and metal. Mrs. La Vallière waved off the maid, although this behavior is very dangerous to ordinary ladies, because the security situation in Paris at this time It has improved a lot, but there are still many criminals. It is often heard that women and children have been robbed. Although the Louvre has the strictest guards, no one knows what will happen, and there are still people in the dark. dangerous creatures.

Thinking of this, Madame La Vallière couldn't help showing a smile on her lips. In terms of danger, there is probably no one here who is more dangerous than her, although as a female werewolf, she cannot be said to be the most dangerous in the werewolf group. Powerful, but facing ordinary humans, if she stood upright, she would be much taller than an adult male, not to mention the strength contained in that muscular body, even without fangs and claws, just a wave, She could knock off a human head—and then suddenly, her smile disappeared, maybe it was for this reason that the king was so indifferent to herself... In the novels she had read and heard, there was no A beautiful woman who is strong enough to fight against a fully armed knight at any time...

"You should go back, ma'am." Her maid followed up and said anxiously.

Mrs. Lavallière knew why she was disturbed. Apart from the threat of the night to mortals, her behavior was quite inappropriate for the royal family, and this maid was not of high birth. If Laval Madame Lavallière had offended the king and was expelled from the Louvre, and the other ladies would not need their services, and they would leave this magnificent land of dreams—"No," said Madame Lavallière : "I'm going to the chapel."

In this era when God and the king ruled the earth together, any building must leave a clean place for the God worshiped by people, and the Louvre is no exception. There was still some distance to the noisy banquet hall. The more they walked, the quieter they became. In the end, there were only the footsteps of a few of them. Mrs. Lavalier's ears moved slightly. When she reached the chapel, she On the pretext that he wanted to confess himself, he entered the confession hall.

The confessional hall of the chapel is like a pair of wooden rooms connected together. Mrs. La Vallière carefully moved away from the silver cross hanging in front of the door, opened the door and walked in. As soon as she sat down, the opposite side walked in one person.

But Madame La Vallière didn't speak immediately until a muffled laugh escaped from the dense flower lattice.

"Who is it?" asked Madame Lavallière warily.

"Ah, my dear lady," said the other, "I thought you knew who I am." It was a woman's voice, and of course it could not be the priest who had come to hear the confession.

"I heard your footsteps when I was in the courtyard," but Madame Lavallière could leave halfway, and so could others, as long as they were not noticed by others-so she didn't take it seriously, but On their way to the chapel, the sound of footsteps followed them all the time, so something was wrong. When they reached the church, the sound of footsteps moved from outside the church door to near the confession hall.

"What a great ability," the other party said with emotion, "Why can't it be used by our Majesty?"

Hearing this sentence, the hairs behind Madame Lavallière's ears stood on end: "Who are you?"

"You should ask me, who is my Majesty?" The pane opened suddenly with a snap, and the other party turned his head with a smile, and looked at Madame La Vallière——that was Madame Milady, whom she had only met a few times. Mrs. Vallier didn't know much about her, but it was said that she was also one of the king's lovers, but she was not recognized. In addition, she seemed to be quite valued and trusted by the king.

"Madame Lavallière," said Milady, "take it easy, Madame, don't show your fangs to me, let alone stretch your claws, I should be the same as your Majesty—so I have the same worries."

"I don't understand you," said Madame Lavallière. "Are you really loyal to Your Majesty, His Majesty Louis XIV."

"Look what you say, you're all English," said Milady, "and I'm French." She pressed her hands in the air, and then, as if by some kind of magic, maybe it was magic, Lavallière Madame's nervous mood suddenly calmed down. She sat down again and looked at Milady. She vaguely heard that Milady's previous reputation was not very good. Count d'Artagnan also claimed that she was once a liar and Prisoners, but as long as they are favored by the king, even if the bloody and naked crimes are put in front of their eyes, the people in the court will turn a blind eye and ignore them.

"I saw you leave the hall suddenly before, and then I heard you sigh." said Milady, "but let me say, madam, you are recognized by the royal family, and among the noble ladies, you are the king. Queen Mother, Queen and Duchess are entitled to go ahead of you, what else is there to worry about? Look at me," said Milady, "I even have only one title of Viscountess, and I can hardly enter Louvre, without the king's voice, I can't come to such an important banquet, wait a moment, I have to go home in the dark and cold wind, and you, you have a suite near the king, you Do you know how many people envy you?"

"And you too?"

"There is no doubt about it." Milady spread her hands.

"But if you are a wise man," said Madame Lavallière, "you will see that the King has little love for me." She also looked at Milady, and although the confessional was dark, As a werewolf, she can see clearly even a speck of dust in the dark. Even compared with the day, in the werewolf's eyes, Milady's appearance is unavoidably distorted, but these distortions do not affect her in the slightest. Charm, to be honest, if the king hadn't insisted on it, and the lady's reputation is too infamous, it is not known who the title of first lady of the royal family will fall on.

"Poor lady," said Milady, "it is because you have made a mistake."

"mistake?"

"I have also made such a mistake." Miledy said seriously: "In fact, I met His Majesty the King long before Dunkirk, but at that time we could only say that we met by chance. I don’t have much memory, although I never forgot him after that, I chased him to Dunkirk, but at that time, he already had the Duke of Colonna, Marie Mancini by his side, Oh, we should call her Mary Colonna now."

If it is said that Milady's humble gesture to Madame La Vallière aroused her pity and gave her a vague feeling of being above Milady, then what she induced now was Laval Mrs. Rielle's curiosity and jealousy, "So," as expected, Mrs. La Vallière asked eagerly: "How did you do it?" She was a little afraid of Marie Mancini, In addition to Mary being a witch, she is also Mancini, and Mancini's attitude towards werewolves is like that of mortals towards wild cats and dogs, with disgust and contempt.

"You have to observe carefully," Milady sighed. "Before you ask our Majesty for favors, shouldn't you let him feel your love?"

"I..." Madame La Vallière said hesitantly, "I love him."

"It's not the right way!" Milady said decisively: "When you love someone, you will never let him worry about your love, and you should even remove his worries, right?"

"certainly."

"That's right," said Milady, "the reason why Marie Mancini is favored by the king is because of the Mancini family, as far as I know, they have done a lot for the king - in Paris When they were in Dunkirk, in Calais... Although it is not very clear, it is said that they have many good craftsmen, good doctors and soldiers."

A wizard, Madame Lavallière said to herself.

"If you want to ask me how I got the king's love, I can only say, Ma'am, our king is actually a man with no flair..."

"It's humility and steadfastness," Madame Lavallière immediately corrected, "although people at this time don't admire these two virtues as they say."

"...Indeed, ma'am, I made a slip of the tongue."

"...No, no, it should be me...I shouldn't accuse you so much..."

Milady coughed lightly, and now she finally understood the king's suffering: "Then, let's go back to the previous matter, Madam, I love Your Majesty, and I can't bear to let him be tortured, no matter what That's why I came to you."

"Would you like to guide me?"

"Tips can't be called, ma'am, please don't doubt, we have a common enemy."

"You mean..."

"Marie Mancini."

Silence, "...I don't like Miss Mancini, or the current Duchess of Colonna, but she is now far away in Italy or Calais, it is difficult for her to hurt us again, and you have said it before, she His family is one of the king's arms."

"It is not a question of whether we wish to regard her as an enemy," said Milady, "but, Madame, she is already an enemy of us—Madame de La Vallière, do you think there is anything about the children of werewolves?" It must be a werewolf thing, who is going to remind the king?"

Milady heard a gasp of suppressed anger as she wished. "...the king will know," she said.

"But maybe if she doesn't say it, you and the king can have a child, even if he is a werewolf, madam, he will be the son of the king, the blood relative of the future king, and you will no longer have to worry about being expelled and betrayed, At that time, even if you are a werewolf, your descendants will be able to put the title of Mr. behind the surname, and your son will have the title of duke and fief."

"My people can also serve the king and make meritorious deeds."

"Yes, but it's different. You know it well, otherwise you wouldn't be depressed all the time. You know what you have lost."

"But what can I do?"

"As you said, our Majesty is a humble and steadfast person. No matter how beautiful the empty outer bag is, it is difficult for him to stop his sight forever. This country is what he loves and desires the most... Madame, Marie Mancini was also rejected by the king at the beginning, but why did His Majesty agree to her? It is because she and her family have shown their value, and for this value, the king is willing Give her a child."

"child!"

"Yes, child! The king's firstborn son." Milady's voice became softer, but the meaning in it became more and more serious, "The king has reached an agreement with the Colonna family, intending to support this child as the future king of Naples .”

"God!"

"How well," said Milady, "I can swear to you, madam, that I am willing to court you from the heart, not yours, or the king's enemies behind it—I am little My health was broken when I was young, madam, it is impossible for me to have any more children, Mrs. Mary Mancini is more of a threat to you than I am... I think it is because you are also a threat to her, so she The first strike is the best."

"I will confirm your story," said Madame Lavallière. "If it is true, you will be rewarded by me."

"No, it's better to bring this reward to our majesty. Our majesty is a fair person. As long as you are willing to pay, there is nothing you can't get."

After finishing speaking, Milady's little snow-white hand stretched out through the window, and Madame La Vallière shook her lightly, and that hand retracted.

Madame Lavallière shivered involuntarily. Milady's hands were so cold and slippery that she could not help thinking of snakes.

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Milady left the chapel in a hurry and met Valo Vesalius head-on.

"Couldn't it be some kind of auspicious day today," said Milady in a gruff voice, "the werewolves first, and the wizards second."

"You are a wizard yourself," said the Physician Vesalius after reminding him that he had gone through so many things before and spent several months in the wild mountains of Lorraine in order to obtain the king's forgiveness. Even if he is a wizard, he will inevitably look haggard and skinny. Now he looks like a wizard in people's imagination. "What did you say to Madame La Vallière?"

Milady looked at him funny for a while: "I really don't know what kind of guy you are, but don't rely on the king's trust in you to do whatever you want, I won't allow it," her eyes became sharper: "One servant and two masters is not a good thing!"

"Mary is just a... child."

"No, she's a woman and a mother now, and I know what a woman and a mother can do. And, Mr. Vesalius," said Milady, "even a baby, if he threatens King, you should suffocate him in the cradle too."

"I will not betray the king again," Vesalius said, "but do you have the king's permission to do so?"

"My good lord is always too merciful," said Milady, "and I only gave Madame de La Vallière a warning, or a reminder, that if anything distresses your little master, probably It’s just that she might have one more competitor.”