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Date Posted: 16:53:04 05/03/02 Fri
Author: Repost Fairy
Author Host/IP: 64.193.19.25
Subject: Destiny II - Chapter 2
In reply to: Loveroy 's message, "Destiny II - 1" on 16:49:07 05/03/02 Fri

Michael came into the elegantly appointed room whistling some catchy tune, he called out to Nikita who was sitting in a balcony overlooking a resplendent view. She turned her head and stretch an arm silently calling him to her side.

He bent and kissed her head. The late afternoon was turning cool and he handed her a shawl he had picked up from a chair in the bedroom he had crossed. “What a view no?” He commented, sitting next to her on the stone bench.

“Oh Luuuucyyy…you’ve got some splaining to do…” She singed-sunged quoting ‘I love Lucy.’ Smiling she proceeded to explain to the confused man the TV show she had quoted for a second time - and for a second time he was clueless…never seen it.

“OK, let’s go inside, sit on the sofa and talk…I promise, no holes barred.” He said pushing her with his shoulder in jest.

The couch was white as well as the upholstered chairs, the pictures of Michael as a child with his sister, parents, adorned the tables. The woman had spent the last half-hour alone in the room getting comfortable, relaxing, listing questions in her mind to ask her husband.

“When are we going to start our honeymoon?” Michael asked, padding the blonde’s thigh.

“I know you have this itch that needs scratching…so do I, but first things first, what the hell is going on here? Tell me Michael, tell me now.” She said.

“How much do you know of French history?” He said.

“Monarchy, French Revolution, Bourbon’s…very little …very very little.” She answered.

“In 1795 the 10 year old heir to the throne of France Louis XVII died of tuberculosis in a Paris prison (The Temple a fortified monastery) he had been held at with his teenage sister. His parents Louis XVI and Marie Antoinette, were guillotined two years before during the French Revolution. There were rumors even before his death that another child had been substituted in his place. 19 years later in 1814 came the restoration of France’s monarchy. The child’s heart after it was stolen, lost, and found, was somehow given to the Bourbon’s of Spain who returned it to Paris in 1975 for placement in a reliquary in the royal crypt in St. Denis basilica.” Michael said as Nikita sat barefoot on the couch, her arms hugging her legs and her chin resting on her knees.

Michael’s eyes danced like his nieces as he continued. “After the Restoration, about 100 people from all over the world came forward claiming to be Louis XVII. My great-grandfather’s great-grandfather Charles who was said to have come from Berlin in 1810 with no birth certificate and no known parents didn’t want to come forward. His remains were tested and his DNA and the heart’s DNA matched. Charles of Bourbon, Duke of Normandy, was buried in Holland in 1845. I am a direct descendant of Louis XVI and Marie Antoinette, I am Mishel de Bourbon, Duke of Normandy.”

Nikita’s eyes grew, like they seemed to do with each revelation by Michael. ”We don’t claim it Kita, the French Lineage is just a title, there has been so much warring among the Bourbon Family that we just take our rights, lineage and progenitors in order to serve France, nothing else. We don’t need it as my Grandfather says. Just like Juan Carlos one of the Bourbon cousins is King of Spain, my Grandfather is King of France.” Michael standing and walking to the window said.

“But King Juan Carlos does rule Spain…for whatever the Monarchy is worth there.” Nikita added.

“Exactly like in England, Monarchies are archaic Kita. But what is not obsolete is the real threat of terrorism of all sorts in the world. In defense of patrician moral beings - in come the French Bourbon’s. Quietly, without any credit, we do what we have to do to make everyone safe.” He said, hands in pockets.

“You fight for honor, for love, for…” Nikita said.

Michael interrupted, “Kita…we do what we have to do. You’ll hear my Grandfather say this all the time.

“Do they know?” Nikita asked.

“Who?” He said stroking her arm, absentmindedly.

“Paul, Walter, Adrian, and Madelyn, do they know?”

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