Versailles Wild Rose

Abigail left the Palace of Fontainebleau as if fleeing, without taking most of her belongings, but only a few necessary clothes, and boarded the carriage before noon.

Bontang came to report that his wife had already left the house, and Louis just waved his hand to express "understood".In Fontainebleau, rumors began immediately that the king and his wife had quarreled, and the king drove her away.

As soon as Philip woke up, he heard his steward report the matter to him.He hurriedly put on his pajamas, and hurried outside the palace gate.

Abigail had already sat in the carriage, and was urging her to leave impatiently.

"Wait a minute" Philip ran down the steps panting.

"Philip." Abigail signaled the maid to open the car door.

"Where are you going?" Philip got into the carriage at once.

"Back to the Louvre." She smiled.

"Brother Wang drove you away" he was surprised.

"Yeah, he's really cruel"

"Did he get angry with you again yesterday?" Thinking about what happened yesterday.But what was he doing at that time and why he didn't go to see her right away, he recalled angrily.Seeing that her wrist was still wrapped in gauze, she fussed and shouted, "What's wrong with your hand?"

"He grabbed my wrist, so my wrist hurts again." She said indifferently.

He gently held her hand in distress, and kissed the back of her hand. "Don't go, I'll tell him to ask you to stay."

She hurriedly said "Don't go"

He was taken aback for a moment, "Why do others think that you have fallen out of favor?"

She frowned, but smiled quickly, "Don't talk about this. Do you want to come with me?"

"Oh but I'm only in my pajamas."

"You're not going anywhere, pajamas are pajamas, who dares to call you Veronica, go and see if the captain is here, please leave immediately."

The carriage started quickly and left Fontainebleau slowly.

D'Artagnan led the team himself and dispatched two teams of 24 Musketeers to escort.

Rosalina went with her sister, but Nicholas stayed.He was a relatively insignificant person in the court. Many people would never remember that he was the brother-in-law of Mrs. Provence. He could hear a lot of gossip and gossip.

Rosalina could only pretend not to see her younger sister and His Highness, who was only in pajamas, face to face.

There was no words all the way, and when they arrived in Versailles, Philip got out of the carriage and realized that he was not going back directly to the Louvre.

But it doesn't matter, "You didn't even ask the servant to prepare first, tell someone to light the fireplace." He hugged Abigail and dragged her into the living room.

The fireplace in the living room had already been lit, and the seat in front of the fireplace seemed to be still shaking slightly. The room still smelled of tobacco, but no one was there.

Philip didn't think much about it at all. He thought it was the butler who secretly lit the fireplace in the living room to smoke while the master was away.

"Where's the man?" he yelled.

A valet quickly appeared, somewhat alarmed, "You are"

Philip suddenly became upset, "You bastard doesn't even know your master? Go and call the housekeeper?"

The footman went out immediately.

"It's shameful, didn't we come here last month?" He muttered dissatisfied.

"Maybe it's a new servant. You'll know when you call the steward."

It was the first time for Rosalina to come to Versailles, and she looked at it curiously, "This is the castle that His Majesty gave you."

"Yeah, how's it going, isn't it bad?" Abigail took her sister's arm, "I've thought about it, when I give birth to a child, I will take it with me for half a year, and then send it out of the palace to be raised by you, you say Okay, do you want to live in Paris or Versailles, I can visit him several times a month."

"It seems that you have made all the arrangements." According to Abigail's current status, it is impossible to really raise the child herself, and it is already a long time to be able to keep her by her side for half a year.In fact, the biological mother does not need to breastfeed, nor does she need to get up in the middle of the night to take care of the child. All she has to do is to restore her figure as soon as possible.

But of course, Rosalina is not in favor of her getting pregnant again soon. Men actually don’t like women with big bellies. They hope that women can separate pregnancy from their bodies. The child must be his, but the process of pregnancy The shorter the better.A woman with a big belly may have a unique taste in bed, but it will not be enough fun, so it is not good.

"Is there no one to clean up your room?" Philip was already getting irritable, "Come on, come on"

Two maids came in with panicked expressions, "Your Highness, Miss Madam."

"Go and tidy up the upstairs room for Madam, which is the room Madam stayed in last time. And my room. Light the brazier. Go, go!"

Rosalina made Abigail sit in front of the fireplace, took the blanket from Veronica's hand, and threw it over her lap.

"It's too cold, be careful not to freeze."

The servants were busy, and the guards came and went.Philip thought they were too noisy, and soon took Abigail upstairs.

D'Artagnan disappeared for a strange moment, and did not appear until Abigail arrived in the upstairs room.

"Miss. Your Highness."

Philip was untying the tie of Abigail's skirt at the back. "Captain."

He glanced back at D'Artagnan, "Where have you been?"

"I went to check around." D'Artagnan frowned, full of thoughts, "The butler said that there is a strange prisoner living in the castle, which may not be very good."

"Prisoner" Philip was puzzled, "How come this is not a prison."

"Have you seen Aramis?" Abigail asked.

"See you. How did you know he was here?"

"He's in charge of it, but I guess you don't know who the prisoner is, do you?"

"Yes." D'Artagnan smiled wryly. "He said I shouldn't know about it, and I shouldn't come. And he said"

"Are you saying I'm a troublesome woman?"

"almost."

"It was Louis who ordered him to guard the prisoners, but I think he will send the prisoners away tonight."

Philip was more interested, "Who is it?"

"It's probably a rebellious nobleman. Louis didn't tell me the specific name."

Philip didn't care too much, "Maybe it was the former Fronde, who imprisoned and punished some aristocrats at that time, but it's too tragic that someone has been imprisoned until now."

"If the Fronde had succeeded, you and Louis would have died long ago." Such a naive prince without political awareness.

Philip was taken aback, "It seems to be. But this matter is over a long time ago, and Louis is the one who worries." He untied the last tie and took the skirt off her body.

D'Artagnan seemed to realize what His Royal Highness and Abigail were going to do. This was another difficult thing for him, so he left immediately.

"You ask Aramis to come and see me, right now. Oh, no, let him see me in an hour, and he is not allowed to go away until he sees me."

"Why do you want to see that annoying old man in Aramis?" Philip was very dissatisfied, "I haven't been with you for a long time, don't you want to ask me how I am doing recently?"

"Aren't you having a good time recently?" She pulled him into the bedroom and closed the bedroom door behind her.

"It's okay, but I always feel that something is missing." He put his hands on her waist, and her waist was still very thin, as if it could be broken with a little force.

"Are you really pregnant?" he asked suspiciously.

She looked at him with disgust, what a fool. "What do you want to say"

"I thought you'd have a big belly. Time seems to go by so slowly."

"Soon, my belly will be big after Christmas."

He sighed, and sighed again, "I miss you, miss you so much."

"You see me every day."

"But that's different." He cried, very sad, "No one can compare with you, no one can compare with you."

She kissed him tenderly, urging him to take off his pajamas, but she was disgusted, "Your feet are so dirty."

"I don't need feet."

She laughed and reminded him, "Don't touch my hand, it will hurt."

He was beaming immediately, "You have to listen to me today."

The two hugged and kissed each other, and quickly rolled onto the bed.

Aramis waited in the corridor for about 10 minutes before the maid came out to inform him, "You can come in now."

Abigail wore a brocade nightgown with a mink collar, and looked languid, with a flush of passion on her face.Both feet are bare, stepping on a brocade footstool embroidered with gold thread on a red background, small toes, and snow-white skin, against the red brocade, it becomes more and more white and tender.

"Hello, priest."

Aramis frowned, "Ma'am."

"Where's the mysterious prisoner? Are you taking him away tonight?"

"Yes. I did not expect you to come. You should not come, Your Majesty perhaps."

"I'm not afraid, are you afraid?"

Aramis was quite helpless, "You should be afraid."

"I want to see him."

Aramis surprised "Madame, you"

He lowered his head and pondered for a moment, finally, as if he had figured it out, "Maybe you should really meet him."

"Going right now."

Aramis nodded and walked out of the room silently.

Abigail did not ask the maid to follow, but quietly followed Aramis through a secret door, and walked zigzagging for a few minutes, feeling that she was going straight down.

Halfway through, Abigail took the initiative to hold Aramis' hand.He was nervous for a moment, but he relaxed quickly. He just glanced at her and walked closer. He could clearly smell a man's scent on her body. This smell was strange and familiar, and it was the smell of lust.

He didn't know how he felt, the young lady was very bold, and was she trying to seduce him on purpose? Her soft little hands were in his palms; because she was too close, her small breasts touched his arms from time to time.

What else

She didn't say a word, but it seemed as if she had said a lot.

Finally, he stopped before an iron gate and knocked.

Abigail whispered, "I didn't know there were dungeons in Versailles."

"Ma'am, there's a lot you don't know."

The person inside opened the door and it was Athos.

Athos looked at Abigail in surprise.

"Hello, Count Delaphale."

"Hello, ma'am."

"Aramis brought me to meet your mysterious prisoner."

"He is not our prisoner, but the king's prisoner."

The so-called "dungeon" is well furnished, with a simple wooden bed covered with a thick mattress and a duvet; a large desk and a chair behind the desk.At this moment, a man wearing an iron mask was sitting on a chair, his body language looked tense.

Abigail walked straight up to him.

The man in the iron mask stood up awkwardly, "Ma'am"

She stood in front of the desk and looked at the ugly iron mask.

"Aramis, open the mask."

Aramis walked over silently, took out the key, and opened the mask.

A handsome face appeared.

The author has something to say about the fact that Philip the Great was imprisoned in the Bastille when he was a teenager.So you get the idea. ,,