My POV:
'Uh?' Why is my chest not hurting anymore?' I thought, getting up. The blanket on top of me was thick and a bit smelly. And I felt pretty hot, most likely due to the heavy insulation of the blanket I was under.
"What the? Where am I?" I muttered in Latin in habit, oddly enough, making my brow rise in surprise. I headed towards the mirror, noticing I looked different.
My brain stopped when I looked at the image looking back at me. The image looking back at me was not me. I looked like a child, very short and a bit chubby. My head was getting flooded with memories, memories which were not mine...
"I am... Am I Louis XVI?" I muttered with horror. I was the king of a very ruined nation... And I had my head chopped off before I reached forty years old.
I shook my head, a bit dazed.
'I need to start preparing now, else I might have my head chopped off!' I thought, getting a bit serious.
'Hmm? Didn't those novels where the MC has their conscience transferred to the body, like, suppose to be dead? Last I checked, Louis XVI didn't die until somewhere around 1790...' I thought.
I turned my head around, looking at the door where I could hear the sound of scratching. I quickly realised it was basically someone knocking at the door. I remembered from Louis's memories that it was rude to knock on the door, especially knocking on the door of a king or his direct family's room.
"Come in!" I said in Latin.
The servants came in quickly, they bowed down and started to dress me. When I instinctively reached out to adjust my shirt, they looked horrified.
"Ah! Uh, it's just a bit tight, do it carefully," I muttered softly. They nervously did their job.
After wearing my dress, I exited my room where everyone were many nobles of varying ranks were talking to each other. They looked at me and bowed down in respect since I was a prince.
As I was walking to the hall where we ate, I overheard whispers about my father feeling ill.
'Yeah... I heard I directly succeeded my grandfather and became king... It seems as if the current crowned prince, my father, is sick and might die anytime... I don't know the specifics, but it is supposed to be before Louis XV's death,' I thought, my mouth twitching downwards.
The breakfast was glamorous, the food was filled with sugar, far, or even both. But I should preferably not eat them since they are not really healthy, which could lead me to get sick easily.
After that affair, I had to go to my classroom. In the classroom, Abbé du Coëtlosquet was waiting with a bible in his hand.
'God, when will this get over?' I thought with discomfort, but masked it with a smile since I didn't want to show my displeasure.
Around 4 pm:
I managed to get close to my grandfather, Louis the Fifteenth. He was speaking to a bunch of nobles who were pouring him some whiskey. The other nobles around the King looked at the nobles talking to Louis with jealousy since they were so close as to be serving the king.
"Joseph? What brings you here?" He asked, a bit surprised at my intrusion. He had a certain impression on me... He thought I was shy and not fit to be king.
"What is it you want?" He asked me.
"Greetings, my King. I just came here to ask something of you," I replied, bowing down.
"Hmm... sure, ask away," He replied.
"Could I have access to the royal archives? I want to learn about the great feats you and the Sun King have achieved in the past!" I said with some excitement.
He blinked a couple of times.
"Why don't I have a tutor teach you that?"
"I want to learn it myself. I want to help out France!" I replied with a smile.
He looked a bit contemplative. The surrounding nobles whispered about, a bit shocked that I, who was quite reserved, was now showing interest in ruling.
"I had a revelation when I woke up today. I felt as if something awoke inside me! As if god has shone his light on me!" I replied.
"God's light, eh?" He replied with a joking tone.
"Hmm, fine, I shall let you have the archives," He replied.
"Perhaps reading a few old wars will cure you of your zeal," He said, looking at one of the nobles next to him. Some wanted to laugh, but held on since they didn't want to seem too rude.
"Shall I be excused?" I asked. He waved me off, letting me leave.