Jour de Bastille (Bastille Day Special!!)


Okay. so I don’t celebrate Bastille Day. I still thought I’d post this, though.

In 1793, on the sixteenth of October, the people of France cheered as a heavy metal blade sliced off the head of their wicked queen. Her name is infamous even today. She was Marie Antoinette. Marie Antoinette, who squandered the country’s money on her frivolous wants. Who didn’t care for her people. Who didn’t change her ways even after she found out about their plight. Who got her well-deserved death in the end.

Yeah right.

“Why does wickedness happen?”

“That’s a good question. Are people born wicked? Or do they have wickedness thrust upon them? After all, she had a childhood. She had a father, who jut so happened to be the Emperor of the Austrian Empire. She had a mother, as so many do.”

There was a time Marie Antoinette was a girl, too. There was a time she had her own name (“wait, what?” you may ask. I’m coming to that). There was a time she was her own person and led her own life, with her own hobbies and pastimes.

Then her world was shattered, and it all went wrong.

This is my take on the story. Historians, don’t sue me. I’m just a history student. And I am hoping to continue studying history to a higher level and work in the Hetalia company or something (yayyy).

Maria Antonia Josepha Johanna was called to her mother’s chambers just months before her twelfth birthday. She was promised a piece of good news, wonderful news. Optimistic, yet apprehensive, she made her way there, the heavy skirts she hated rustling as she walked. How she longed to ride through the woods on her horse, mud-splattered, worry-free. She sighed. She would just have to do that later. Holding her breath, she knocked on the door.


And so Antonia entered the chambers, her face paling as she saw the unnaturally wide smile on her mother’s face. Good news for the Empress hardly meant good news for the Archduchess.

And her speculations were correct.

“Antonia, it has been confirmed. You are to marry the Dauphin of France two years later. From now onwards, you will be called Marie Antoinette. You will move to France upon the marriage and become their Dauphine. When the current king dies, you will reign supreme as Queen.”

Reader, picture this situation. When you are twelve, you are told that you are to marry a boy you have never met at fourteen, and that you will have to change your name. You will be moving away from your homeland to a country you have only heard of from the lessons you detest, so you don’t really know much about it because you weren’t particularly paying attention when your tutor was droning on and on about it. And do you have any say about it?

Of course not.

Also, it wouldn’t be too easy to become the Dauphine. Everyone has high expectations of you. You won’t be allowed to ride through the forest anymore, for it is improper behaviour for a lady of your time. You will have to learn the proper poise and how to talk to people correctly. You will learn how to flick your fan and how to dance something other than the lively dances you know and are so fond of.

In other words, you have to change your entire being.

And as we all know, she did change herself, and became the infamous Queen we know of today.

But towards her later years, we do wonder why, when she had the power to change things (legally) as Queen, she didn’t. Two reasons, two valid theories (don’t sue me again I’m serious I found this on the Internet):

1. She was too used to this lifestyle and maybe didn’t see a need or a point to change things any longer.
2. She was trying to drown her homesickness and sorrow

And then she, a girl who never wanted to be Queen, was dragged to the guillotine for ‘squandering the country’s money’. Turns out, France was in a pretty bad economical state for a long time already, and when there was finally an Austrian to push the blame on, they pushed the blame on her.

That’s just one take on the story. There are many others, of course, but this is my favourite, somehow. Either way, she’s still one tragic character.

P.S: I made the doll with my mom. Yay! And I know this was posted early ^~^”


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