1653.

Louis, who was soon to be king, was alone. bitter and alone-- no wife and no kids. yes, he was only 15 but.. it was quite old in the 1650's. royal men usually got married around 10, if not worst.

He sighed, sitting on his throne as multiple women came in, proposing themselves as his bride. he had to choose one eventually, not all choices could be that bad, right? He didn't want a classy and people-pleaser woman.. he wanted one with a backbone. one that wasn't afraid and all mushy with other people for an image.

he rolled his eyes as he refused another woman, looking at the line. it was coming to an end. He was getting desperate. when he thought he'd give up, he heard a faint voice, peeking up curiously.