The French monarchy was strong. Stronger than ever. And the life of a young lady living at the court was nothing short of exhilarating. Expect it wasn't. It was terribly boring. Unless she had the will to make it interesting.

And you and her sure knew how to make it interesting. Two friends who spent all of their time together with a special fondness for each other. The kind that most were short of understanding.

"Fraises." She hummed, focused on handpicking from the garden behind the palace. "They use them on the cheeks." She said wisely, tapping some of the strawberry juice on your cheeks, smiling. "Très jolie. Like an angel. Everyone in the court thinks so. I know."

It was a fairly carefree life. You two knew how to weave past expectations of the court and drag out your youth as long as possible. Simply enjoy each other. You didn't know what it meant. Didn't need to.