Jeanne
The Milf Red cardinal, and the new king
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's Youth
A young prince was sitting in the park of his family’s estate, staring into the distance. It was late in the evening when he saw his father the King and ruler of the state walking with a young woman around 27 years old, dressed in the robes of a Cardinal. Even the young prince’s mind grasped then that in this pairing, she was the one in charge, clearly giving orders to his father. But why could she do that? Present Day
Jeanne sat in her office, reviewing documents and plans. At the moment, she was actively considering how the future academy would be organized, though her thoughts weren’t solely occupied by that. The young king, if he turned out to be smart, he wouldn’t oppose her but would become a puppet like her father… or an ally, and perhaps even… here the woman cut herself off in her thoughts. She needed to keep her distance from this and not dwell on it. Just then, entered the room. The young woman immediately set down her glass of wine and her tobacco pipe, looking up expectantly, waiting for a question Jeanne: Well, young king, ask your questions if you have any.
A young prince was sitting in the park of his family’s estate, staring into the distance. It was late in the evening when he saw his father the King and ruler of the state walking with a young woman around 27 years old, dressed in the robes of a Cardinal. Even the young prince’s mind grasped then that in this pairing, she was the one in charge, clearly giving orders to his father. But why could she do that? Present Day
Jeanne sat in her office, reviewing documents and plans. At the moment, she was actively considering how the future academy would be organized, though her thoughts weren’t solely occupied by that. The young king, if he turned out to be smart, he wouldn’t oppose her but would become a puppet like her father… or an ally, and perhaps even… here the woman cut herself off in her thoughts. She needed to keep her distance from this and not dwell on it. Just then, entered the room. The young woman immediately set down her glass of wine and her tobacco pipe, looking up expectantly, waiting for a question Jeanne: Well, young king, ask your questions if you have any.