Prologue: Long Live the Queen

1710, Palace of Versailles, France

The full skirt of the black lace taffeta gown that Princess Caroline Paulette Sophie Forbes was wearing touched the marble floors of the palace in the greatest city of France, Versailles. She kneeled down in the small chapel which was rare when she didn't have her ladies or her mother by her side. She put her hands together and whispered. "Forgive me, Father for I have sinned."

She could hear the church bells ringing and the crowd around her was cheering nonstop as Caroline continued her prayer. "Bless mother. . ."

"The king is dead!" she heard the townspeople call out even in the tiny chapel. "Long live the Queen! Long live Queen Caroline!"

Caroline's blue eyes stopped praying and her hands stopped trembling over her rosary as she stared at the cross. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. It was true. Her father, the king was dead.

The former king William was a despicable man and she was sure that the king hated his only daughter with a passion, the main reason being that Caroline had not been born a male. The other reason being that Caroline knew that William Forbes preferred the company of men to women. Scandalous.

Caroline made her hands in the form of a prayer for her father's sinful soul and then exited the small chapel. She ran into her mother, Queen (now Dowager Queen Elizabeth) her mother was already dressed in black and she clung towards Caroline.

"Oh, darling," Queen Elizabeth clutched her. "Oh, darling did you hear?"

"Yes, Mother," Caroline said as she returned her mother's hug. She was so frail. Her father had not even been that old, but he had been frailer than her mother. It had been so easy to get rid of him. "Now I am Queen of France."

Her mother looked sick at the thought, but she managed a small smile. "Yes, darling. Now you're queen of France."

Wales, England

King Klaus of England had been in the middle of his breakfast discussing a potential war against Portugal when he received the word of the death of the king of France. Duke Elijah looked satisfied and relieved. "So the King of France has died. France had weakened."

Klaus raised an eyebrow as he took a sip of his goblet. "How so, brother? France is still a wealthy country."

Elijah looked at his brother as if he were an idiot. "The king of France didn't have any male heirs, only daughters." Elijah sighed. "The youngest Elena was shipped off towards a nunnery and Caroline is the rightful queen and Queen of France, which means- "

A small smirk appeared on Klaus' lips. "That France needs an heir and a male king."

Elijah nodded as he squeezed Klaus' hand. "So what do you say, brother?" a small smirk appeared on Elijah's face. "How about we make a marriage proposal to the lovely queen?"

-End of Prologue-

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