Versailles is worse than being queen

◎Princess dream is not suitable for her. ◎

"..." Antanya froze for a moment.

"Hahahahahaha!" Caroline's laughter burst out from the side, "Antanya! Say you want it!"

She shook her brother's arm again: "Maximilian, look, someone is coming to snatch Antania away."

The little boy suddenly looked vigilantly at the little musician who was dressed as if he was about to perform on stage, ready to take back his closest sister from him at any time.

Antanya shook her head helplessly, and reached out to rub Mozart's blond hair who was shorter than herself: "Let's talk about it when you grow up."

"Well, Your Highness is waiting for me!" Mozart was half a head shorter than her, standing still and obediently letting her stroke his head with a very serious expression.

Antanya almost laughed.

She knew that the music prodigy kissed by the muse seemed to have also been favored by the god of love, and would soon grow into a romantic and beautiful boy playing hide-and-seek with the girls in the garden of love.

"Oh, our Antania looks like a grown-up." A gentle voice with a smile came from a distance, attracting their eyes.

That was Johanna, their eighth sister.

The moment she saw her, Antanya was almost in a trance.

Johanna is 12 years old.

And she will always be 12 years old.

— She died of a smallpox plague at the end of the year.

Johanna, who had long been accustomed to mediating disputes between her two younger sisters, took her younger brother's hand very naturally, "Maximilian, you are running around without thick clothes."

She then turned to look at Caroline: "Caroline, do me a favor, okay? Antania is not feeling well today, she needs to take a good rest."

Caroline turned her head and made a face at Antanya, and followed her sister muttering.

"Your Highness, you want warm water, oatmeal, and boiled chicken." The maid came over with a silver plate.

"Well," Antanya came back to her senses, "Thank you."

She went back to the fireplace and stroked the soft-furred chinchilla.She looked closer and found that the little chinchilla's whiskers were shaking slightly and its nose was twitching slightly.

Did not expect to really wake up.

Antanya's mood was a little complicated for a while.

She remembered the death of Apollo in her previous life—that winter, after burying the chipmunk that died suddenly with her own hands, Maximilian seemed to have been greatly stimulated, and she no longer kept small animals.

Many years later, Antalia learned in a chat at the Petit Trianon Palace that if the living environment of chinchillas is not properly kept warm in winter, there may be a state of "fake death" of pseudo-hibernation, which looks like a real one. It's the same as death, but it can still be awakened.

Unfortunately, by that time poor, lifeless Apollo had been buried in the snow and ice of Vienna for decades.

While thinking about it, Antanya fed a few drops of water into the chinchilla's mouth.

The fluffy little guy raised his nose and shrugged in the air, swallowing the water.

Afterwards, its front paws also began to wave slightly, its beard shook faster and faster, and its big fluffy orange tail also moved.

Finally, after a few minutes, Apollo opened his eyes, and then he struggled to shake his limbs and turned over, chattering, seemingly dissatisfied with his posture lying on his back on the blanket.

Antanya didn't reach out to help it turn over, but just watched the little chinchilla struggle and finally dropped all its thin limbs to the ground, then wobbled to the side and put it to cook. Shallow dish of chicken and oatmeal.

It quickly picked up a piece of chicken with its two paws, and began to eat it with puffed cheeks. The small pointed ears and fluffy tail moved, and it was very excited to eat.

Maximilian finally didn't have to cry.

Antanya breathed a sigh of relief silently, and the corners of her mouth curved slightly unconsciously.

She almost forgot that the younger brother who grew up to be the most serious among the siblings was actually such a crybaby when he was a child.

Of course, when they were young, they never thought that the youngest brother would eventually become the one who went the furthest in religious theology among all brothers and sisters-he later became the Elector of Cologne and the Archbishop of Münster.

Antanya stared blankly at the chinchilla that Xilihulu was supplementing with food, and stretched out her hand to gently touch its fat and soft body.

At this time, she really felt a sense of absurdity—she seemed to be reborn 30 years ago, saw her deceased person, and even slightly changed what had happened.

and many more.

The movements of Antanya's hands froze for a moment.

She suddenly remembered that in fact, when France and Austria were discussing the marriage, the adults chose Caroline as the princess in the Austrian royal family.

But in the end, it was herself who married to France eight years later.

There are a series of coincidences. The most important reason is that Johanna, the older sister who has been determined to be the fiancée of the King of Naples and Sicily, died of smallpox at the end of the year, and her next older sister, Josepha, who was going to marry in her place, was also there. He also died of smallpox five years later.

So, in turn, it was Caroline's turn to succeed the two dead sisters and marry the same king.

She became queen consort of the Kingdom of the Two Sicilies in 1768, and Antalya became crown princess of the Kingdom of France two years later.

If it weren't for the two sisters who died one after another and finally married in France, maybe it wouldn't be me.

Antanya lowered her eyelids to watch the stuffed chinchilla circling curiously around her fingers.

After a long time, she sneered faintly.

She's had enough.

Marrying to France and becoming a queen was the rococo fantasy of that innocent little princess in her previous life.

It's a pity that after waking up from the dream, there was only the humiliating and absurd marriage left under the glitz, which was smashed to pieces in the bloody storm that shook the entire European continent.

Princess dreams are not for her.

In her previous life, she made wrong choices at almost every fork in fate.

All she wanted now was to get away from the frivolity and emptiness of the French court, from its sickening affectations and intrigues.

Goodbye, Versailles.

Crowns, scepters, and roses woven of gold, rot in vanity.

Antanya teased Apollo with her fingers once and for all, her gaze drifted out of the window carelessly.

The flat and open lawn is covered with white snow, and the pine forest in the distance outlines lightning patterns under the pure, mirror-like blue sky.

This is Vienna.

She was away from home for 24 years.

She stood quietly by the window, letting Apollo sniff around her fingers, watching in silence for a long time.

When she put the chipmunk into the cage, opened the door again and went out, the servants were lighting a candle on the wall, and Mrs. Brandes smiled softly at her.

Antanya followed Mrs. Brandes through the magnificently lit Hofburg Palace.

The gradually lit candlelight is like a slowly extending orange-red galaxy, spreading in the long corridor to the hazy and endless distance.

……

The mirrored walls around the masquerade hall are surrounded by brocade curtains with golden laurel patterns, and 48 branched vine crystal chandeliers cast brilliant light.

Because Austria was at war with Prussia, the queen banned card entertainment in the palace, as well as large-scale banquets and dances that were too ostentatious. Participants in this banquet were limited to members of the queen's own family.

Those who arrived early were not very old, chatting on the sofas and benches not far from the banquet table.

"That, that Mr. Mozart, really confessed to Antania?" the sisters asked curiously.

"I swear, this is what I saw with my own eyes!" Caroline triumphantly shared today's interesting news with curious brothers and sisters, raising her hands and swearing.

She took a sip of her lemon juice triumphantly, "Oh, wish Antalya would marry him—so that when she comes to see me many years later, I'm queen and she's my court musician's wife, hah Ha ha!"

"Caroline." Johanna frowned slightly, trying to stop her unscrupulous words.

"That's right!" Caroline snorted. "Speaking of which, Antania hasn't come yet. Does she really plan to get another chinchilla to replace Apollo?"

She rolled her eyes, smirked and poked her brother with her elbow: "Maximilian, if it was a chinchilla, would you recognize it?"

"Sure!" the little boy replied anxiously and panicked.

"Hey, there's nothing you can do about it. After all, your Apollo is dead as hard as a doornail." Caroline clicked her tongue a few times, and Maximilian's mouth twitched, and he was about to start crying again.

"Okay, Maximilian, don't be sad. It has its own destiny." The oldest Isabella, who had been sitting quietly on the side, finally spoke.

The 21-year-old princess is the princess of the Queen's eldest son, Grand Duke Joseph, and is now more than seven months pregnant.

She is not in good health, and she is not very interested in participating in the discussion, but she can't let the youngest brother cry.

Johanna also comforted in soft words: "Apollo is so small, he will leave one day. You can take him to Father Danla, let him go to sleep quietly, and he will go to heaven."

Maximilian nodded obediently, but sniffed, and his eyes became redder.

At this moment, a hand was placed on his shoulder, and a gentle voice came: "Don't cry, look who this is."

While speaking, a warm and soft little thing landed on his shoulder.

The little boy turned his head in surprise, almost crying with joy: "Apollo!"

He couldn't wait to let the chipmunk climb down from his shoulders, and held it up to all his brothers and sisters: "It's my Apollo! It has four brown stripes on its back, and a bunch of white hairs in the shape of a heart on its ears!"

He turned his head and smiled at Antanya: "I knew it, Antanya is the best!"

Isabella couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, and nodded gratefully to Antanya.

Johanna asked in surprise: "Really alive? How did you do it?"

Caroline glanced at her sister strangely: "Antania, aren't you a witch?"

"Guess." Antanya smiled slightly, "If you guess wrong, I might be turned into a mouse."

Caroline turned pale with shock: "How dare you!"

Antanya just teased her casually. Of course, she couldn't make trouble with a ten-year-old girl.

At this moment, she suddenly saw her elder brother Joseph in a black silk court dress radiantly passing by the door, looked in at his wife, and then asked the officer at the door with a smile, "How long will the banquet start?"

"About half an hour, Your Highness."

Seeing him, Antanya suddenly felt moved, and walked straight over: "Brother, where are you going?"

"I'm going to find the Queen." Joseph patted her head, "I just finished talking with the guests from France, and I have some important matters to discuss with Your Majesty. Well, I'm not here before the banquet, so don't make Isabella angry .”

As the eldest son of the queen and crown prince of the Habsburg dynasty, he has begun to participate in many political affairs.This time when the French envoy came, he had a lot of conversations with the other party - of course, he knew that his sister would not be interested in these things, so he just said something concisely.

"Guests from France?" There was some curiosity in my sister's voice.

"Yes," Joseph said with a rather smug expression on his face, "very senior official."

To his surprise, the younger sister, who was never interested in these things, asked again: "Which one is it?"

"The Duke of Choiseul, Minister of the Navy."

"Oh..." Antanya responded faintly.

Coincidentally.It was this lord who later single-handedly facilitated her marriage to the Crown Prince of France.

But now she is only seven years old, it is too early to talk about marriage.

So this time, what is he doing here?

The author says:

Well, the Austrian royal family has 16 children... I will try to only highlight a few QAQs

To prevent confusion, here are some of the appearances in order of age: the Queen’s eldest son Joseph is 21 years old (Isabella the Grand Duchess), the eighth daughter Johanna is 12 years old, the tenth daughter Caroline is 10 years old, No.11 daughter (also The youngest daughter) Antania is 7 years old, and the fifth son (the youngest child) Maximilian is 6 years old.