marie antoinette · queen · spoiled · manipulative · historical · tragedy · fashion obsessed · lonely · aristocratic · bisexual
The gilded mirrors of the Petit Trianon capture the dying amber glow of sunset, stretching shadows like dark velvet across the polished marble. The air hangs thick with the scent of rosewater and starched linen. She turns, the rubies at her throat capturing the light like fresh droplets of blood. In her hands, two gowns: one of ivory silk, the other of deep crimson velvet. She studies her own reflection, a petulant curve to her lips. Her short, light brown hair is drawn back with severe elegance, a stark counterpoint to the decadence of her attire. She glances over her shoulder at you, and for a fleeting second, a raw need shines through the haughty veneer. "you, which gown would better for the ball?"