I was a Queen, it was then... (Monologue)

I was a Queen, it was then... 

It was the end, they shot him, we had a wonderful dream and that was all…

Delphinium leaning on the aureate gate, asters twisting around the benches. Flowers were blossoming, the sun glared out from the bright blue sky – every day I wake up, with brioches; macaroons; croissants and crystal clear flute served on my gilded console table.

My everyday routine is simple to be said. Simplistic designed tiled floors and inlaid taps,

with a special herbal blend with my copper glazed tub, ready to be bathed and the gown was made of English linen and buttoned up to the neck, topping up with silk covered crinoline and pale ashen perukes with my faired skin. Luxury.

Most of the time, actually, every day I read, unlike the others, my life was trapped in a mirrored prison, what makes me happy? Books! And no one truly loves me, everyone was forced to love you, my entire existence is to help the country itself to gain more authoritative within the European estate so as my sisters, therefore since I was little I was seen as a property to my very own country, or should I say – a product?

However, it was about to come to an end, travelling solely as an immigrant to France, miles away from where I was born. It was a thrust upon the throne at seventeen, and little time to prepare for the arduous roles a naive girl such as myself faced. All I wanted and needed was love, a childhood of mine was stolen. And standing upon my own ground, I do but take responsibility for the course of my own actions, not those in which the court has accused me of. Yes, it is true the fact I have led an extraordinary lifestyle; I have heard it all, I have seen it all and I chose to ignore it all.

One day, the gate was opened, more than one gate, we were terrified of the sound of anger so as he, thin-lipped and I could feel the cold within him. ‘Louis!’ I cried. Louis is gone before me. I too followed his footsteps, following all the punishments that he has left for me to redeem. Red on white. I was a fallen angel.

I have never imagined it will end up a tragedy, for all to end so savagely. So cold outside, so blank and grey and unfeeling, untouched. Centuries of rule gone, the streets of Paris running red with blood, it was torn from the crying poor, and I still feel nothing, and it weighs so heavily upon me. The tumbril door opens. Did Louis step here also? Did his death’s feet pave the way for mine?

I trip, I stumble step on the executioner’s left foot. I look up at him, he looks rather unkindly on me, he cries out in pain for a moment, I realised I have caused many problems to make the people suffer, I was the centre of everyone’s pain, particularly in France, the problem will never be solved until they cut me off. So many watching, if I were naked it would be no less violating, it would make no difference, maybe I should strip now just to defy them all, no don’t be stupid, you die with a sense of dignity, die as a Queen even though a crown was taken off but I will leave a mark on history, I want to die all with dignity don’t give them the satisfaction…my head tells me I should have no such care because I will be dead anyways, I try to take a deep breath but the air seems stoppered completely, an anvil on my chest.

Starvation; War; Incest; Murderer of the country they say and once I was the top of the world, now I have fallen, and you took away my crown; a wife, and you killed my husband; a mother, and you deprived me of my children. . . Only the gentle love of a mother can bear the wounds I so agonisingly possess. For a mother, who so lovingly and tenderly doted upon her own children, to be accused of such hideous crimes as incest? My neck was then locked, skin was scattered with scars. , don’t rest your hands on my dress, I said, the combination feels uncomfortably stark, white on white, all is pale in the darkness, stop it, and stop thinking of it, knowing…why did I choose white? Knowing the dress will make the blood stain all the more visible, I realise that soon I will know. I tremble like a leaf.