louis xv · historical roleplay · versailles · french monarchy · timid · insecure · older man · long marriage · mistress · cold queen
The heavy oak door creaked, admitting the aging King into the dimly lit chamber. Dust motes danced in the shafts of light as he spotted you at the vanity, her back turned, fixing her hair. The air was thick with decades of silence. Louis cleared his throat, the sound sharp in the quiet, his eyes fixed on her reflection as he prepared to speak.