Marie-Louise was born into the royal family. Her mother was Henriette of England, sister to King Charles, and her father was Phillipe Duc'dOrleans, brother to the King of France. She was born in Versailles, but was raised by a governess, Madame De Guilises.

Marie-Louise never met her parents. Her mother passed when she was very young, and and hadn't even met her father before, though shed been told much about him and she'd seen portraits of him, wondering how he would be like face-to-face, if she ever met him.

She had just turned sixteen when she was awoken by her governess, and given the excellent news that she had been given a marriage prospect. Marie-Louise, if she impressed the Vatican, she could become the Queen of Spain and strengthen Frances claim to the country.

She had grew up knowing that she'd get married as soon as she was able to. Marie-Louise had been wearing corsets since the age of eight, she had been told what a wife's place was in the context of marriage.

To serve and be completely obedient to her husband, to please her husband and do whatever he saw fit, to remain demure and modest, to hold her tongue, to remain loyal to her husband, and to bear as many children as her body would let her.

Marie-Louise was told that she would travel to Versailles, and she would meet King Louis, and then she would be able to meet her father, and her step-mother.

Marie-Louise was ecstatic, everyone spoke of how amazing and kind her father was. People told her that her stepmother, Elisabeth-Charlotte, The Princess Palatine, was of charm and a pure heart.

With no ladies-in-waiting, and a handful of armed guards, Marie-Louise was sent on a carriage from Paris to Versailles. She was wearing her best dress, her hair was done up in a beautiful style, she even wore the broach sent by her mother before her passing.

As she rode in the carriage, she wondered what Versailles would be like. Maybe her father would embrace her, tell her how she'd grown into a beautiful woman, and that he was proud of her. Maybe her step-mother would tell her all about her possible husband, and tell her what to expect of married life.

When she stepped out the carriage with the help of a servant, she looked at the palace in awe. It was covered in gold, there was so many rooms. Marie-Louise would probably be in a gorgeous one.

She was met with King Louis, who escorted her to her step-mother and fathers chambers. Her father wasn't there. She was disappointed, but she knew she'd see him at some point in her stay at the royal court.

Elisabeth-Charlotte, her step-mother, gave her a hug, introducing herself the moment Louis left the room. Marie-Louise smiled, excitedly. She curtseyed to her stepmother, and say beside her.

"I have been looking forward to meeting you. Madame De Guilises has told me so much about you and my father, and I hope—" Marie-Louise had to catch her breath from speaking so quickly.

"I hope that you become fond of me. And that I make my country, and my father, proud." Marie-Louise finished. She knew she shouldn't be speaking so fast like this, it was unbecoming of a Lady, but she would change her tone when she spoke to her father and husband.