Because of my Austrian ancestry, i was not very popular with the French at the time anyway so when the 'let them eat cake' story came about, everyone believed it.
Rousseau recounts an episode in a bakery when he heard a great princess say, when told by the baker that the peasants had no bread, replied: 'Then let them eat brioches' and the Princess was Marie-Thérèse, the wife of Louis XIV'.
So i lost my head for something i never even said, what i actually said was they're a bunch of snail eating frogs who smell of cheese, see, nothing about cake whatsoever.
I married Louis XVI when i was 14 and he was 15 and the main part of why i was so hated by the French was because the country was bankrupt due to him sending massive amounts of Francs to support the American Revolution but i did not have particular grand tastes, i liked diamonds, gold and beautiful clothes as much as the next woman and on the farm attached to the Palace i had the animals sprayed with expensive perfume but they did stink.
We almost escaped just before our execution but the guard we bribed turned out to be a untrustworthy piece of crap so off to the guillotine we went and after watching my husbands head bounce off the block and into a basket, i climed the steps and accidentally stepped on the executioners foot and
naturally apologised for my clumsiness.
Looking back now i probably should have just kicked him really, really hard in the nuts, what was the worst he could do? He was about to kill me anyway!
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