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It was a beautiful sunny morning that Marie Antoinette woke up to. The sunrays where coming in from her 15 feet tall, gold framed windows as she laid in her enormous, fluffy, out-of-this-world-comfortable bed. 30 minutes passed for her to finally decide to stand up and start her day. She wasn’t precisely anxious about starting her day of doing nothing, because that is exactly what she did: nothing. As soon as she stood up she rang a tiny gold bell that was sitting on her bedside table and within 0.135 seconds a group of maids came in marching in a straight line into her bedchamber, all dressed in baby pink. The army of maids took Marie Antoinette into the bathroom and gave her a bath in a bubbly bathtub that was big enough to fit Shamu in it, meanwhile she was presented with a book of fabric samples for her to choose the fabric for that evening’s dress. After that, the maids did her hair and dressed her up. Doing her hair was the easy part; it only took about about two hours, 5 maids, a wig and two thousand bobby pins. Dressing her was the hard part. First they tightened her corset, which had been taking more and more effort during the past few months. It was evident that the queen had been putting in weight, it must’ve been from all the cake she ate. Other than doing nothing during her day she also ate cake. She loved all kinds of cake. Every day she requested a different kind of cake for breakfast and the poor cooks often wanted to put their own heads in the guillotine after hearing the requests she made. On good days she requested simple cakes such as chocolate lava cake or carrot cake with cream cheese frosting, but on bad days the queen’s cravings where so bad that no cake would please her.

Anyways, lately all days had been bad days for the cooks and that day wasn’t the exception. Lucky for them a new chef named Guillerme had just arrived from the south of France and he claimed to be the best pastry chef in the entire kingdom. And he was. He made a cake so good that words wouldn’t be enough to describe it. It made the queen beyond happy, she liked it so much that she claimed that that cake would be the only cake she would eat for the rest of her life. She told her three kids that that would be the only cake they would eat for the rest of their lives and she told her husband, the king, that that was the only cake the entire French population would eat for the rest of their lives.

Later that day the queen started feeling a little under the weather. Her stomach hurt very badly and she couldn’t even stand up. At about 2 A.M. the pain got worse and she starting having really bad contractions, she was giving birth. At about 7 A.M. a gorgeous baby girl was born. Princess Sophia Helene Beatrice. She was so pretty words wouldn’t be enough to describe her beauty. The queen claimed she owed her beauty to the marvelous cake she had eaten, so they named the cake The Sophia Cake. Princess Sophia quickly won everyone´s heart. People came from all over the world to see her and taste The Cake. She brought peace between the kingdoms and the French people were finally in peace with the monarchy. Even though they were starving and lived in awful conditions they didn´t seem to be bothered about it. Everyone was happy.

But all beautiful things must come to an end. Princess Sophia died of tuberculosis weeks before her first birthday. Her death brought sadness and separation within the kingdom. The queen banned The Sophia Cake and had Guillerme killed. The war detonated and the king was killed months after.

Now, the cake and the princess are just a faraway memory about how something so little can hold together something so big.