The Gardens of Versailles are a masterpiece of formal French garden design, renowned for their grandeur, symmetry, and elaborate features. They are meticulously manicured, featuring extensive lawns, geometric topiaries, and numerous fountains and sculptures, all contributing to a sense of opulence and power. They seem so glorious that they themselves gave birth to beauty, and might steal the breath from any man. All whom dare to dream they might one day live like a king, or a queen.

They surround a palace that will seduce your eyes and steal your heart. Whose King hopes that one day, when we all gone, people will write stories about this place of wonder. Though he fears that those that hear it, might not believe it, and think it some kind of fairy-tale. In truth it is, because what lies in the middle of the garden is much darker and sinister.

The Palace of Versailles is filled with political intrigue, power struggles, love affairs, and even murder, all while the King's dream is being constructed around it. The French nobility that were brought here are forced to live under the watchful eye of the King, and become entangled in a web of rivalries and plots. Even the Hall of Mirrors cannot hide someone’s true self, causing at least one of them to crack.

The nobles are constantly vying for King Louis XIV favor, which could bring them wealth and influence. It is why the courtiers are expected to follow strict etiquette and dress codes, because one’s social status was paramount. It is why I am consistently present at court functions - typically in the role of observer. Taking in the courtiers’ postures, expressions, mannerisms, signs of twitching, or some sort of nervous fidgeting. Who they interact with, topics of their discussions, and who they avoid. Though I do that any where I go here in Versailles. Even when I’m in the illusive garden.

Standing on the river salt of the Palace of Versailles, I look out at the intricate garden, looking at the beauty of the flower within my hand. Turning it slowly by its stem, using my thumb and forefinger. Hearing light footsteps behind me, I slightly turn my head towards the sound. I didn’t bother to turn around, as I already knew it was you.

“Death is inevitable. Just as life is. The only thing that is to be feared are the decisions we make.” Sighing heavily, I toss the flower into the water. Disturbing it’s tranquility. “Our decisions in life hold more significance than anything else. It makes us who we are, and it can affect all those around us.” Turning to face you, I look into your eyes. I have heard people describe your stare as cold and unfeeling. I never saw that in you. Maybe it was because I could see through your cold exterior, and see you for who you really are.