The Bad Queen: Rules and Instructions for Marie-Antoinette (Young Royals Series)

The Bad Queen: Rules and Instructions for Marie-Antoinette (Young Royals Series)

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by Carolyn Meyer, Jodi Reamer

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In this latest installment of her acclaimed Young Royals series, Carolyn Meyer reveals the dizzying rise and horrific downfall of the last queen of France.

From the moment she was betrothed to the dauphin of France at age fourteen, perfection was demanded of Marie-Antoinette. Desperate for affection and subjected to constant scrutiny, this spirited young womanSee more details below


In this latest installment of her acclaimed Young Royals series, Carolyn Meyer reveals the dizzying rise and horrific downfall of the last queen of France.

From the moment she was betrothed to the dauphin of France at age fourteen, perfection was demanded of Marie-Antoinette. Desperate for affection and subjected to constant scrutiny, this spirited young woman can’t help but want to let loose with elaborate parties, scandalous fashions, and even a forbidden love affair. Meanwhile, the peasants of France are suffering from increasing poverty and becoming outraged. They want to make the queen pay for her reckless extravagance—with her life.

Includes historical notes, an author’s note, and bibliography

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Praise for Carolyn Meyer's Young Royals books:
"High drama . . . irresistible."—Booklist
"Riveting."—Publishers Weekly


Children's Literature - Jody Little
At the age of fourteen, Marie Antoinette leaves her home in Austria to marry the dauphin of France, Louis-Auguste. Marie's overbearing mother gives her endless instructions on how she should behave as the new dauphine. Soon Marie is swept up in life at Versailles, and she learns to endure the constant attention and gossip of the French court. Marie knows her main purpose, however, is to produce an heir for the throne of France, but her new husband is terribly shy and doesn't seem to have much interest in Marie. When Louis-Auguste becomes the king of France, Marie becomes more and more extravagant. She wears the latest fashions in hairstyles and gowns. She learns to ride horses and she begins to play gambling games, always turning to her husband to help pay her debts. Finally, Marie becomes pregnant with her first child, a daughter, and soon after she has a son, the new dauphin of France. Marie's wild expenditures continue. She has an elaborate country home built for herself and her children. Little does she realize that the country of France is beginning to crumble. The poor, common people are starving and are losing faith in the king. Spurned by the American Revolution, the French people revolt. Marie and her family flee, but are captured and held as prisoners. Both King Louis and Marie Antoinette are beheaded by the guillotine. Told through the eyes of Marie Antoinette herself and later her daughter Marie-Therese, young readers will gain an awareness of the lavish, yet sometimes restricting lives the French royals led. This novel is fast-paced with just the right touch of romance and historical fact to keep readers turning the pages. Reviewer: Jody Little
School Library Journal
Gr 6–9—This novel about the ill-fated queen covers her life from age 13 when, as an Austrian princess, she prepares to marry the French dauphin to her death by guillotine in 1793. The final section is told by her daughter Marie-Therese, the only family member to survive the Revolution. Meyer writes in a lighthearted, casual style, vividly portraying the historical era and aptly defining unfamiliar vocabulary. However, Marie-Antoinette's occasional sympathy for the poor and interest in politics is inconsistent with her flighty, self-indulgent character as presented in most of the book. (Frankly, she comes across as a total airhead.) In addition, after the first 100 pages, The Bad Queen turns into a speedy recitation of events, skipping through years at a time with little insight or development and little spark or personality from the narrators. Kimberley Brubaker Bradley's fascinating novel The Lacemaker and the Princess (S & S, 2007) features Marie-Therese and does an excellent job of integrating events leading up to the French Revolution with life at the palace of Versailles. Although it doesn't have as much material on Marie-Antoinette, it's more interesting and better written.—Ann W. Moore, Schenectady County Public Library, NY

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No. 1: Marry well
The empress, my mother, studied me as if I were an unusual
creature she’d thought of acquiring for the palace
menagerie. I shivered under her critical gaze. It was like being
bathed in snow.
 “Still rather small, but I suppose she’ll grow. Her sisters
did,” my mother said half to herself. She caught my
eye. “No bosom yet, Antonia?”
 I shook my head and stared down at my naked toes,
pale as slugs. “No,Mama.”
 Swathed in widow’s black, the empress frowned at
me as if my flat chest were my own fault. “She’s no beauty,
certainly,” she said, speaking to my governess, Countess
Brandeis. “But pretty enough, I think, tomarry the dauphin
of France.” She signaled me to turn around, which I did,
slowly. “My dear countess, something must be done about
her hair!” my mother declared. “The hairline is terrible—
just look at it! And her teeth as well. The French foreign
minister has already complained that the child’s teeth are
crooked. King Louis has made it quite clear that everything
about my daughter must be perfect before he will
agree to her marriage to his grandson.”
 Brandeis inclined her head. “Of course, Your
 “One thing more, Antonia,” said my mother sharply.
“You must learn to speak French—beautifully. And this
too: from now on you are no longer Antonia. You are Antoine.”
She dismissed us with a wave and turned her attention
to the pile of official papers on her desk.
 Antoine? Even my name must change? I gasped and
groped for an answer, but no answer came, just one dry
sob. The countess rushed me out of the empress’s chambers
before I could burst into tears. That would have been
unacceptable.Mama didn’t allow her daughters to cry.
 I’ve thought of thismomentmany times. And I think
of it again, no longer attempting to hold back my tears after
all that has happened to me since then. My mother was known to all the world asMaria Theresa,
Holy Roman Empress, archduchess of Austria, queen of
Hungary and Bohemia, daughter of the Hapsburg family
that had ruled most of Europe for centuries. Mama believed
the best way to further the goals of her huge empire
was not through conquest but throughmarriage. I’d heard
her say it often: Let other nations wage war—fortunate Austria
marries well. She used us, her children, to form alliances.
 There were quite a lot of us to be married well. My
mother had given birth to sixteen children—I was the
fifteenth—and in 1768, the year in which this story begins,
ten of us were still living. Three of my four brothers
had been paired with suitable brides. The eldest, Joseph,
emperor and co-ruler with ourmother since Papa’s death,
was twenty-seven and had already been married and widowed
twice. Both of his wives had been chosen by our
mother. Joseph still mourned the first, Isabella of Parma,
with whom he had been deeply in love, but not the second,
a fat and pimply Bavarian princess whom he had detested
from the very beginning. I was curious to see if
Mama would make him marry well for a third time.
 Next in line for the throne, Archduke Leopold was
married to the daughter of the king of Spain. Then came
my brother Ferdinand, thirteen, a year older than I, betrothed
since he was just nine to an Italian heiress. No
doubt he would soon marry her. The youngest archduke,
chubby little Maximilian—we called him Fat Max—was
not onMama’s list for a wife.He was supposed to become
a priest and someday an archbishop.
 Of my five older sisters, Maria Anna was crippled
and would never have a husband, and dear Maria Elisabeth
had retired to a convent after smallpox destroyed her
beauty. (All of us archduchesses had been given the first
name Maria—an old family tradition.) My other sisters
had been found husbands of high enough ranks.
 Maria Christina, calledMimi, was my mother’s great
favorite, and somehow she had been allowed to marry the
man she adored, Prince Albert of Saxony. Lucky Mimi,
one of the most selfish girls who ever lived!
 Maria Amalia was madly in love with Prince Charles
of Zweibrücken, but Mama opposed the match—he wasn’t
rich enough or important enough—and made Amalia
promise to marry the duke of Parma. Amalia didn’t like
him at all, and she was furious withMama.
 “Mimi got to marry the man she loved, even though
he has neither wealth nor position,” Amalia stormed, “and
Mama gave her a huge dowry to make up for it. So why
can’t I marry Charles?”
 Silly question! We all knew she had no choice. Only
Mimi could talk Mama into giving her whatever she
wanted. Maria Carolina, the sister I loved best, had to
marry King Ferdinand ofNaples. This was the final chapter
of a very sad story: two of our older sisters, firstMaria
Johanna and then Maria Josepha, had each in turn been
betrothed to King Ferdinand. First Johanna and then
Josepha had died of smallpox just before a wedding could
take place. Ferdinand ended up with the next in line,
Maria Carolina. He may have been satisfied with the
change, but Carolina hadn’t been.
 “I hear he’s an utter dolt!” Carolina had wailed as her
trunks were being packed for the journey toNaples. She’d
paced restlessly from room to room, wringing her pretty
white hands. “And ugly as well. I can only hope he doesn’t
 It didn’t matter if he stank.We had been brought up
to do exactly as we were told, and Mama had a thousand
rules. “You are born to obey, and you must learn to do so.”
(This rule did not apply toMimi, of course.)
 Though she was three years older than I, we had
grown up together. We had also gotten into mischief together,
breaking too many of Mama’s rules (such as talking
after nightly prayers and not paying attention to our
studies), and our mother had decided we had to be separated.
In April, when the time came for her to leave for
Naples, Carolina cried and cried and even jumped out of
her carriage at the last minute to embrace me tearfully
one more time. I missed her terribly.
 That left me, the youngest daughter, just twelve years
old. I knew my mother had been searching for the best
possible husband forme—best for her purposes; my wishes
didn’t count. Now she thought she had found him: the
dauphin of France. The Austrian Hapsburgs would be
united with the French Bourbons. But she also thought I
didn’t quite measure up. After my mother’s cold assessment, Brandeis led me, sobbing,
through gloomy corridors back to my apartments in
the vastHofburg Palace in Vienna. She murmured soothing
words as she helped me dress—I had appeared in only
a thin shift for Mama’s inspection—and announced that
we would simply enjoy ourselves for the rest of the day.
 “Plenty of time tomorrow for your lessons, my darling
Antonia,” the countess said and kissed me on my
forehead. She hadn’t yet begun to call me Antoine, and I
was glad.
 Her plan was fine with me. Neither Brandeis nor
I shared much enthusiasm for my lessons. I disliked
reading—I read poorly—and avoided it as much as I
could. Brandeis saw no reason to force me. She agreed
that my handwriting was nearly illegible—I left a trail of
scattered inkblots—and allowed me to avoid practicing
that as well. My previous governess had also given up the
struggle, helpfully tracing out all the letters with a pencil
so I had only to follow her tracings with pen and ink.
When my mother discovered the trick, the lady was dismissed.
Brandeis didn’t resort to deception, but neither
did she do much to correct my messy handwriting.
 “You’ll have scant use for such things,” said my governess
now. She shuffled a deck of cards and dealt a hand
onto the game table. “You dance beautifully—who can
forget your delightful performance in the ballet to celebrate
your brother Joseph’s wedding? Your needlework is
exquisite, and your music tutor says you show a talent for
the harp. What more will you need to know? A member
of the court will read everything to you while you stitch
your designs, and a secretary will write your letters for
you. You won’t even have to think about it. You’ll have
only to be charming and enjoy yourself, when you become
the queen of France.”
 “Queen of France?” I exclaimed, a little surprised. I
hadn’t thoughtmuch beyondmarrying the dauphin, whoever
he was. “AmI truly to be queen of France, Brandeis?”
 “You will someday, if everything goes according to
plan. The young man your mother has chosen for you to
marry is next in line for the throne. The future wife of the
dauphin will be the dauphine, and when old King Louis
the Fifteenth dies and his grandson the dauphin becomes
king, you, my sweet Antonia, will become his queen.” She
smiled and sighed. “Everyone knows that Versailles is the
most elegant court in all of Europe, and you shall be its
shining glory!”
 Queen! The idea thrilled me. My brothers and sisters
had been matched with royalty from several other countries
in Europe, but France was the most important—I
understood that much—and that made me important,
more important than my snobbish sister Mimi! Being
married to the prince of Saxony wasn’t much to brag
about, compared to being queen of France. I pranced
around my apartments with my nose in the air, as though
I already wore the crown. Countess Brandeis swept her
new sovereign a curtsy so deep that her nose almost
touched the floor. I laughed and twirled and clapped my
 Then I remembered my mother’s pronouncement:
everything must be perfect. “Oh, dear Brandeis, what about my
hair?” I cried. “And my teeth? Mama says they’re not
pleasing to the French king. And you’re supposed to call
me Antoine.”
 “I imagine a friseur will be sent to dress your hair,”
said Brandeis with a careless shrug, “though it looks fine
enough to me—a mass of red-gold curls, what could be
prettier? And I’ve heard that crooked teeth can be fixed as
well as unruly locks.Meanwhile, I suggest you simply put
all of this out of mind.” She picked up her cards and
arranged them. “Now, shall I draw first, or shall you?”
 I did as my governess suggested and succeeded in
winning a few pfennig from her. The next day we bundled
ourselves in furs and rode through Vienna in a sleigh
shaped like a swan and drawn by horses with bells jingling
on their harnesses. We returned to my apartments in the
Hofburg to sip hot chocolate and forget the unpleasant
business of lessons and other worrisome matters. Brandeis
always neglected to call me Antoine. I was still her
dear Antonia—until one day when all our pleasant enjoyment
came to an end.

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