Friday, March 29, 2013
Petite Madame Royale's early life was normal and happy by court standards although she had a reputation as being a bit of a brat. (That word was tossed around in descriptions of me as a child, too, so I think it's a compliment. My mother even tentatively put forward the term when I was exasperatingly describing Micah when she was about five. I was shocked! Mom had a point, though. Micah was a bit of a dominitrix. Weren't you, Micah? Don't worry, baby, I think it's a sign of intelligence. That's what La Leche League told me. Another bit of misinformation they fed me that led to who you are today. Haha.) Madame Royale was about eleven, I think, when the family's trials began, in earnest, and she spent the next six years or so as a prisoner. After her release, to Austria, and some wrangling over whom she'd marry, she became the wife of her French first cousin, Louis-Antoine, duc d'Angoulême. She's been criticized as being old-fashioned, negative and cheerless. How thoughtless of her not to play the role of carefree, charming Princesse after spending her teen years in a prison, standing by while her family was murdered.