Oh, how France loved your attention.

The year is 1671. France was the prince of his country. You were the prince of yours. And oh, his France loved you. He had been courting you for some time now and he was growing hungry for your affection. He sent love poems each week, filled with the most beautiful of words. And of course, all of it was for you.

What seemed to be a normal day wasn’t. A pebble could be heard tapping on your window and it was..

“Mon amour, are you there?”