Louis Valois
November 27, 2015 12:32 PM
Too close to reality... by Louis Valois
Louis smiled as he looked down the long table, full of boring ministry officials, rich businessmen, and high society names. The most influential people in the French Wizarding World, all come to dine with Louis Valois. And all of them were under his control. One could probably say that Louis Valois was the French Wizarding World.And to think it had all started with his return home that summer. Under extreme provocation, he’d had no choice (or so he felt) but to slip the aconite into his father’s dinner one evening. The man had just been too demanding, too concerned with petty dinners and flattering the ministre de la magie. Nobody had really mourned the passing of Laurent Valois. And it was just an unforeseen bonus that the Valois estate had been left to Louis.
All his words of wanting to be normal, of no longer wanting to be a Valois, had been forgotten. Who would deny themselves power, the ability take control of an entire country? The Valois name had already been influential, demanding respect. And Louis had used this to his advantage. Those who objected to the sudden rise of the Valois had found themselves…silenced (the Évreux family were very useful allies in that respect, not that anything could ever be traced back to them). There was seemingly no end to the services that money could buy.
And so Louis sat at the head of his table, at the head of France, and started laughing at how easy power was, at how superior he was to everyone. And that laughter turned to sobbing, because it was all just a dream, please, wasn't it, he wasn't like that really and why couldn't he just wake up…
And then he did wake up, with a loud cry of horror at the ideas his subconscious had suggested. He sat up, running a hand over his face (that was definitely sweat, not tears, 12 year old boys didn't cry), and hoped that none of his room-mates had been woken up.
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