Chapter Twenty-Three: The Little Witch's Fantasy
Mary ran into the backs of the holly hedges as fast as she could, her little heart pounding, and she didn't even notice that she had lost the pouch containing the spell materials, and she ran back to her room in one go, driving away the maids, and threw herself on the bed panting violently, her head was dizzy, her cheeks were numb, and the world in front of her was spinning, and she didn't know what was wrong...... But Your Majesty, she was saying, Louie, (dear) Louis's voice had been lingering in her ears.
He said he would not marry Princess Henrietta as his wife.
Marie Mancini was still a child before coming to Paris, although she was only two or three years younger than Louis, but because she was born a wizard, she spent much more time in the inner world than in the table world, and the etiquette of the inner world was obviously not as strict as the table world, so she came to Paris, especially after being able to serve the queen mother, she encountered many jealous ridicule and frame-ups, although she took revenge one by one, but always felt that she was out of place with this world, especially when Mr. Bishop told her that it was best not to use the power that belonged to the inner world too often.
But she's a witch.
If it weren't for the stern warnings from her father and uncle, perhaps Mary would have thought of returning to the inner world, which is her own world - in the court, although the existence of wizards is almost an open secret, she still has to strictly abide by the rules - if a member of the royal family dares to openly cultivate wizards or dark creatures, they will be excommunicated by the Church, and even interrogated by the Inquisition.
And her family didn't want her to exist in the court as just a witch, and what they hoped for was not her understanding and mastery of magic, but her appearance and voice, but ...... This is a shame for Mary, and she is not willing to give up her identity as a witch, she wants her husband to believe in her, understand her, support her, and even understand the beauty of magic.
The problem is, even if she was just a child, she knew it was almost impossible. In the inner world, there are no witches or witches who accidentally reveal their identities because they fell in love with mortals in the surface world, and the ending is obvious to all, either the wizard killed his lover, or he was burned at the stake because of his lover's betrayal. So even if it comes from a girl's vision, this image is vague, elusive and imaginative.
Until she and His Majesty the King stood side by side against hordes of werewolves on that terrible night.
The first time they met, he knew she was a witch.
Mary had worried that His Majesty would be like the mere mortals described by the wizards, just because he saw them cast spells and fall into fear and then go mad, obviously, no, His Majesty accepted her presence, he was not afraid of her, he was not going to flatter her, his attitude was ...... It can only be described as a musician, a priest, a scholar, and the spell that makes mortals smell and turn their faces is only a skillβlike the skill of cooking flowers or baking bread, and he accepts her calmly, and magic, and when she talks about the things of the world with great interest, he does not shrink or get angry, but listens attentively with sincerity and enthusiasm.
- I don't know when that vague image became distinct, as if it would appear in front of her eyes at any time.
To this day, when she heard that sentence outside the door, Louis suddenly overlapped with that image.
Realizing this, Marie was so frightened that she inadvertently broke the lanyard of the pouch, and when she found Louis coming towards her, she did not hesitate to turn and flee, she could not face him, at least not today, and maybe not in the next few days.
But just when she was at a loss, Louie came.
The king could refuse an audience, but no one in the Richelieu house could refuse the king's visit, and Marie went to the king with a blushing face, and Louis thought she had drunk too much, "This is your bag," he returned to Marie, carrying the bag, "Be careful, Mademoiselle Mancini," he said kindly, "Paris is now full of people from the Inquisition, and perhaps some ill-conceived people will do something that should not be done." β
Mary thanked her from the bottom of her heart, and she knew that she had made a mistake, but she respectfully saluted the king and thanked him.
This surprised Louis a little, Mademoiselle Mancini was probably the most presumptuous person around him, she did not regard him as a king, often called him by his first name, Louis would walk in front of him, or insist on riding with him, and for this reason, among the many ladies, Marie Mancini was the most impressive one for him, Louis was never angry with her misdemeanor, after all, she made him feel as if he was still in the past, and perhaps it was this that he was willing to spend time with her.
Louis waited patiently for a while, Marley looked a little dazed, which made the king a little worried, he stretched out his hand and stroked Marley's forehead, the cold fingers immediately made Marley sober up, she knew that she should bow to His Majesty, but she did not want to see him before, and now she did not want to let him go.
"What's the matter, Mary?" asked Louis, "don't worry, I picked up this bag, and I didn't show it to a second person, just put it away and don't have another time." β
"Yes......," said Marley, her eyes drooping, barely daring to make eye contact with Louis, "I'll be careful." β
"Then I will go back," said the king, "and to-morrow we may probably go to the market together." β
He was about to turn and walk away, but he was pulled backwards.
Mary tugged at his shoulder straps.
"What are you going to do, Mary," said the king, a little angrily, "you are a bit rude. β
He was almost about to rebuke Mary, but the little girl raised her head, and those bright eyes calmed even the angry lion, "All right," she said in a soft voice, "Yes, Your Majesty, I am willing to go anywhere with you." β
Louis reluctantly raised his hand and touched her curls.
"Then you have to rest," he said, "and don't worry about it anymore." β
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In fact, it was one of Louis's ideas to go to the market, he wanted to know more about Paris, and his people, and now because the black-clad judges and ascetics of the Inquisition appeared in the streets of Paris from time to time, Paris was much more safe than before, and the market was reopened three months ago, in this era when there was not much entertainment, the lively market was not only flocking to the commoners and merchants, but also the nobles could not resist such temptations, and the Queen Mother Anne had also mentioned that she should go to the market, and the Duchess of Montpensier, who had been complaining that she did not want to stay in Richelieu all the timeγ
The king wrote a note and asked Bontang to pass it on to the Queen Mother Anne, her brother Philippe, his aunt Queen Mary and her daughter Princess Henrietta, and the Duchess of Montpensier, inviting them to go to the market to-morrow, and the reply came soon after, except for the Duchess of Montpensier, who said that she was ill and unwell, and that it was difficult to even walk, and that she had only the good intentions of the king.
Louis did not take this to heart, but Philippe himself came to thank him, and of course, after that he naturally shared a bed with the king, and before he went to sleep, he gave the king a bill of exchange that he had endorsed, worth fifteen thousand gold louis.
"What is this?" asked the king.
"Mother's ten thousand gold louis, my five thousand gold louis. "To you, Your Majesty, although we do not understand why you insist on it, if you want to do so, you can tell us that." β
"I didn't want you to pay. Louie said.
"But we're much richer than you. Philippe said bluntly, "Louis, this is not for the king, but for the son and brother." β