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Marie Antoinette had been a very good girl this year. She hadn't gone too far over her budget as Dauphine or Queen, she hadn't been too rude to Du Barry, she said her prayers faithfully, went to church everyday, gave more money to her charities than she was required to, had been good to poor Louis when his grandfather died, and she had tried to do her duty to France as best she could. So she put out her shoes and went to sleep in the full expectation of getting something in the morning.
Waking up on St. Nicholas day always filled her with excitement, even in Versailles when she stopped the tradition. But anything might happen on a magical island. And it had. Antoine squealed happily and clutched Thisbé tightly to her chest. There was a key in the right shoe. She knew it even without having to pull it out. It was from Versailles and it looked like one of Louis'. She got dressed quickly (the box with the clothing had given her a lovely cloak and fur muff) and ran outside. She needed to see if Louis was here. What a lovely surprise that would be!
Her husband wasn't on the island. But there, looking terribly out of place, was the summer house from the Petit Trianon. Antoine shrieked with delight and ran to the door. The key fit.
[OOC: Pretend it's the sixth. Antoine finally got her (horribly backdated) item. It's a house-ish type thing. Mapwise it's where the white dot is. Hope this is kosher. Thanks.
Waking up on St. Nicholas day always filled her with excitement, even in Versailles when she stopped the tradition. But anything might happen on a magical island. And it had. Antoine squealed happily and clutched Thisbé tightly to her chest. There was a key in the right shoe. She knew it even without having to pull it out. It was from Versailles and it looked like one of Louis'. She got dressed quickly (the box with the clothing had given her a lovely cloak and fur muff) and ran outside. She needed to see if Louis was here. What a lovely surprise that would be!
Her husband wasn't on the island. But there, looking terribly out of place, was the summer house from the Petit Trianon. Antoine shrieked with delight and ran to the door. The key fit.
[OOC: Pretend it's the sixth. Antoine finally got her (horribly backdated) item. It's a house-ish type thing. Mapwise it's where the white dot is. Hope this is kosher. Thanks.
