—The 16th century French court—Draped with perfume--Covering the real stench of something far worse.
—A place where the "filthy" rich waltzed with fleeting valor like no more.
A place where the life of a human was reduced to nothing but a mere object of pleasure.
The courtesans were the eye candy—Every subtle smile or a fleeting glance meant something.
An invitation --That was what it was.
A laughter too loud or a soft grazing of the thumb in a sensual manner
Their charming demeanor and the showcasing of youthful femininity—Which acted as their most lethal weapon.
Captivating, alluring—Which may make any man tremble.
The court, a sinful, place—Where even the ceramic walls flushed with shame—Because it had been the witness of countless scandals. Many which have broken families and pushed then further into turmoil.
Among the life of these impure aristocracies rose a man—Antoine Remy.
A man of integrity—Who had uttered the words: "Even if there were to be the most beautiful of women Infront of me--I would choose to be in battle—For I believe that is more fulfilling"
Though he had made appearance to the court—He had never ever that, he himself would fall for the very least of thing that he wanted.
Among the ballerinas—Was a young woman who hadn't even blossomed—Her doe eyes sparkled with playful innocence—As she swirled around the Center under the enormous chandelier.
Her pale skin glowed like thousand suns under the glamourous light.
Man watched in wonder--While women fanned at their faces—Their voice dripped with envy.
Some had called her a witch—Accused her of wizardry and that "she had clouded the hearts of these pure young men"
Remy watched her—His eyes roaming shamelessly as he then made his way to he.
The whispers surged through the crowds as the continuous flow of the piano abruptly halted.
The ballerina gazed at him—Their eyes glued to each other-One demanding, the other questioning.
This was the birth of an immeasurably passionate love—Which had started an imperishable flame.
Welcome to the world of the royal French court—Were once entered—Their innocence withers away faster than the years of their lives.
Together we will unravel the fierce Batlle between the courtesans and the subtle warm moments of love draped with scandals and whatnot!
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