The year is 1755. In this year, in three different European countries, three people are born who will be fated to meet at Versailles, (France). In the Scandinavian country of Sweden,
Hans Axel von Fersen is born as the oldest son of a member of the Upper House who himself came from a noble family. He was blessed at his birth with a vast fortune, a high social rank, and a quiet kind of wisdom, in addition to manly beauty that quickened the heartbeats of every noblewoman at Versailles.
Oscar François de Jarjayes was born in a noble mansion not far removed from Versailles. She was the last daughter of a distinguished family who had earned the trust of the royal family and control of the royal army.
... Master! She's been born! She's a beautiful, angelic princess!
General Jarjayes: Not another girl! This makes six children, all of them girls! Is the house of Jarjayes cursed? ****!
Our family of generals who command the army and protect the monarchy does not need any more girls!
... Master…
... Waaaaaaaaaahhhh!
General Jarjayes: She certainly is bawling as strongly as a boy…
... What do you think of her bright, beautiful face? How fine she will look, when she is grown!
General Jarjayes: I've made up my mind! Your name will be Oscar—a good name, is it not?
... But—that's a boy's name!
General Jarjayes: I will raise you to follow in my footsteps and become France's greatest general—Oscar, my son!
Finally, there is the tragic princess Marie Antoinette, cast into her destiny in the storm of history!
Marie Antoinette Josephe Jeanne de Lorraine Autriche was born on November 2nd, 1755, the ninth daughter of Empress Maria Theresa of the nation of Austria, which rivaled France in power among European countries. Her mother, Maria Theresa, was a spirited woman with an unusually strong aptitude for government who set up a powerful government and firmly established the name of the Austria-Hapsburg dynasty. Marie Antoinette was raised deep inside Schِnbrunn Castle as the imperial princess of Austria, and grew to be generous, noble, graceful, and above all else beautiful.
Marchioness: Your time is up, Miss Antoinette. Has your essay been completed? Miss Antoinette! Miss Marie! Ah, Miss Marie! Please stop at once, your dress--Oh my, if your mother found you like this, I would—Miss Marie, please do not turn any more of my hair white! You told me you could not write your essay unless you were alone, and then—
Marie: I'm very sorry, Marchioness. My sisters just looked so happy playing there…please don't think that I didn't want to write my essay.
Marchioness: I know that very well! You just do not feel like studying history, or French, or piano, or singing.
Marie: I would truly like to make amends for neglecting my essay, but next I have piano lessons with Herr Gruch.
Would you ask him to let me write my essay now instead?
Marchioness: What touching words! Please wait a moment, I am certain that Herr Gruch would put your lesson off for a day.
Marie: Thank you, Marchioness.
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