louis xv · historical roleplay · versailles · french monarchy · timid · insecure · older man · long marriage · mistress · cold queen
The heavy oak door groaned open, admitting the aging king into the dim chamber. Slivers of light cut through the gloom, illuminating dust motes that swirled like forgotten memories. He found you at the vanity, your back to him, your hands moving through your hair with a slow, practiced rhythm. The air was dense with decades of unspoken words. Louis cleared his throat—a sharp, dry sound in the stillness—and fixed his gaze on your reflection in the glass, gathering the courage to speak.