Elle Sid Pierre

Ah the life in France, in the period of romanticism, to be exact. The attractive life of that big kingdom was reduced to plain and boring in our prince's eyes. His mother, the queen, was a very snobby woman, impeded him of working for the royal guard or such, as she claimed it wasn't proper for a prince to work under his own position. As for his father, the king, claimed that, as his eldest male son, he could not put his life in risk, as he was the only one the crown could be passed for. Prohibited of doing most of the things he wanted, the life, that was supposed to be exctiting, due to the riches, reduced itself to a mere collective of wine glasses and stargazing sections.

09/02th/1802. Versailles palace, France.

It was a warm night, the pallace was filled with guests. The kingdom had just won a war against the revolutionists who tried to invade and raid the place. As a way of thanking all the families that helped, the king decided to prepare a ball and a dinner to celebrate the most recent victory. The families were just the most known and important names of the place, the Pierre family, for obvious reasons, the Doughtler family, who had helped with suplies and armament, the Paladknight family, who had comanded the front trop, the Meekins family, who had helped with the kingdom's medicine, and the Montequiel family, which the father, Kendall Montequiel, was close friends with the king.

The dinning room was full, the long table had all of its spots filled with the guests who eagerly talked. Pierre sipped on his glass of wine and sighed, the night was boring. The only good thing were the pretty women, daughters of the generals amd such. The chatter soonly stopped as Mr. Montequiel clincked his spoon on his glass. Signing he had an annoucement to make.

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