my french king

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[Louis XV] would knock off the top of an egg-shell at a single stroke of his fork; he therefore always ate eggs when he dined in public, and the Parisians who came on Sundays to see the King dine, returned home less struck with his fine figure than with the dexterity with which he broke his eggs.

–the memoirs of Madame Campan

  • Me, arriving at Oryx's chamber: Oh God oh God oh God it's dark I can't see shit, look at this oh My God this is how I die
  • Me 5mn after, realizing it's that Oryx who fired on Uldren: COME AT ME YOU UGLY BAG OF SHIT, FIGHT ME MOTHERFUCKER LET ME RIP YOUR ASSHOLE WITH MY ARROW, COME HERE YOU FUCKING DICKHEAD YOU TOUCHED ULDREN YOU MOTHERFUCKING TWAT
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The taper was extinguished. On this signal the Body Guards, pages, and equerries mounted on horseback, and all was ready for setting off. The Dauphin was with the Dauphiness. They were expecting together the intelligence of the death of Louis XV. A dreadful noise, absolutely like thunder, was heard in the outer apartment; it was the crowd of courtiers who were deserting the dead sovereign’s antechamber, to come and do homage to the new power of Louis XVI. This extraordinary tumult informed Marie Antoinette and her husband that they were called to the throne; and, by a spontaneous movement, which deeply affected those around them, they threw themselves on their knees; both, pouring forth a flood of tears, exclaimed: “O God! guide us, protect us; we are too young to reign.”