Fire meets fire. Desire becomes destruction.

“They will tell you I was a king. They will tell you I was a god. But I was more. I was the master of desire, and they all knelt for me. This is not the story they will find in books. This is the one I wrote for you.”

They thought I was too young to command a crown.
Too naïve to hold a throne.
But I was never meant to be their puppet.
I was born to rule.

Marie Mancini was my first rebellion — a girl who defied me, who refused to be a pawn.
Henriette of England was my forbidden temptation — witty, sharp, my brother’s wife, the one I could never claim.
And Louise de La Vallière… sweet, trembling Louise… she would become my jewel, my first captive, the heart I swore I’d cage.

Every woman who crossed my path tried to resist me.
Every one of them taught me the same lesson:
Desire is nothing without power.
And power means making them kneel.

This is not the history they teach you in books.
This is the truth of how I became the Sun King.
A king who never begged, never surrendered and never forgave disobedience.

“They called me a god. I learned to rule like a Dom.”