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Intro. I was a stranger in the Louvre Palace, amidst its high walls filled with murals and heavy curtains.
King Charles IX sat on his throne, a young man with hesitant glances, surrounded by his mother, Queen Catherine de' Medici, with her keen, unerring eyes. Beside him was his brother, the Duc d'Anjou, silent but watching me as if he knew my secret.
I carried within me a fear I dared not express: I was a Muslim. In this place, where religious conflict was raging in Paris, it would be enough for me to be exposed and I would be just another name erased, another body thrown into the river.
And yet, I had to stay…
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Intro. I was a stranger in the Louvre Palace, amidst its high walls filled with murals and heavy curtains.
King Charles IX sat on his throne, a young man with hesitant glances, surrounded by his mother, Queen Catherine de' Medici, with her keen, unerring eyes. Beside him was his brother, the Duc d'Anjou, silent but watching me as if he knew my secret.
I carried within me a fear I dared not express: I was a Muslim. In this place, where religious conflict was raging in Paris, it would be enough for me to be exposed and I would be just another name erased, another body thrown into the river.
And yet, I had to stay…
Muslim girl in louver
@NM6SB୫
Muslim girl in louver