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Marie is delighted to spend some rare time alone with Fersen. But she does not expect the night to bring such heavy issues...

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  • Father Vermond: Your Highness, let us conclude today's lesson.
  • Father Vermond: Your conduct these last few days has improved. I hope this will continue.
  • You: Thank you, Father Vermond. I will continue to do my best. Goodbye.
  • Father Vermond: Until tomorrow, Your Highness.
  • After Father Vermond leaves, I hurry to open a window and take a deep breath of the fresh air.
  • You: (The day is finally here!)
  • Before Fersen and I last parted, we agreed to meet outside the palace in a few days.
  • And today is that day. I've been looking forward to it so much!
  • You: (I must wear something nice to meet him.)
  • You: (What should I wear?)



  • I stand before the mirror, straighten the hem of my skirt, and rearrange my hair.
  • You: (Much better.)
  • You: Fersen...
  • Maid: Your Highness.
  • You: Huh?! Yes, what is it?
  • Maid: My apologies, Your Highness. I saw you straightening your dress... Do you require assistance?
  • You: No, thank you, I can do it myself.
  • You: (Phew. I thought I'd been caught.)
  • I tell the maid I'm meeting with Gabrielle and will be leaving Versailles.
  • Before departing, I stand in front of the mirror once more, double checking my dress and hair.
  • You: (This time, I can present Fersen with the best version of myself.)



  • With Gabrielle's help, I meet Fersen in the woods outside the town.
  • A steady breeze blows, stirring the trees. Their shadows dance across the road.
  • Fersen and I walk along the path through the woods, telling each other about our experiences since leaving our homelands.
  • I finally have someone with whom I can express my dissatisfaction of life in Versailles and my longing for my homeland.
  • You: At first, I kept trying to avoid Father Vermond's classes, just as I had in Austria.
  • You: But he found me every time and wrote to my mother about it.
  • You: Then my mother's letters began reminding me, over and over again, to follow Versailles's customs.
  • You: Madame Deniau does this as well. Ever since I met you, she's always telling me...
  • You: "Your Highness, Count Fersen is an outstanding gentleman. You should learn from him how to properly conduct yourself."
  • I try to imitate Madame Deniau's stern voice and reprimanding tone.
  • Fersen: I understand how you feel, Your Highness.
  • Fersen: In fact, I also tire of aristocratic etiquette from time to time.
  • You: You do?
  • Fersen: Yes. For instance...
  • Fersen: I used to complain to my teacher that medicine and philosophy were too complicated.
  • Fersen: Even now, I do not always want to accept the invitations nobles extend to me. The social life of high society is extremely...
  • Fersen: ...stressful.
  • You: So I'm not the only one who feels that way.
  • You: (I shouldn't be so surprised. He may be calm and mature, but he's the same age as me.)
  • Fersen: When I am invited to afternoon tea, I often wish I could decline.
  • Fersen: The pastries are too sweet.
  • I burst into giggles.
  • You: You amaze me. I had no idea the perfect Count Fersen was troubled by such trivialities.
  • You: You're always so calm. I didn't think anything in the world could unsettle you.
  • Fersen: That is not true, Your Highness. Some things unsettle me a great deal.
  • Fersen: My interactions with you, for example.
  • You: Me?
  • Fersen: I try to behave mature around you, but the truth is, I am always nervous in your presence.
  • Fersen: I fear I will overstep or that my feelings for you will cause you trouble.
  • Fersen: Each time we parted, I worried. Did I say something to annoy you? Was I inappropriate?
  • You: (So that's what he was thinking. I'm surprised.)
  • Fersen: Is it strange for me to suddenly say things like this, Your Highness?
  • Fersen: I feel more at ease around you, and now I am blurting out everything.
  • You: It's not strange at all.
  • You: On the contrary, I'm pleasantly surprised. I didn't think such a serious gentleman would also have a lovable side.
  • Fersen: Really?
  • Fersen: I hope I can bring you more pleasant surprises in the future.
  • You: I look forward to it.
  • The sunlight is gentle and warm. We spend the whole afternoon talking about the feelings we can't share with anyone else.
  • Fersen's calm and sensible demeanor is replaced by a more vulnerable side of him.
  • When I'm with him, I don't feel like the Dauphine. I feel as though I'm the carefree princess at Schönbrunn Palace again.


  • At dusk, I return to Versailles. But before I reach my room, someone stops me in the hall.
  • Madame Deniau: Your Highness, you've finally returned.
  • You: Madame Deniau?
  • Madame Deniau: I did not see you in your room this afternoon. The maid told me you went out with the Duchess of Polignac.
  • Madame Deniau: Madame Adelaide has asked you and the Dauphin to come wait in the room tonight.
  • Madame Deniau: The candle is about to go out, Your Highness.
  • You: (The candle? Does she mean...)
  • You: I see, Madame. I understand.
  • Madame Deniau: Also, I've been hearing some rumors...
  • Madame Deniau: About you sneaking out of the Palace to attend a masquerade ball.
  • You: What?
  • You: (How did they find out? And why now?)
  • Madame Deniau: Please refrain from doing that again, Your Highness.
  • Madame Deniau: As you know, after today, you may well have a new position.
  • You: I know. I'll be careful.
  • Madame Deniau: Then please come with me.
  • Emotions churning, I follow Madame Deniau to the room that was prepared long ago.
  • Madame Deniau's stern reprimand weighs me down every step of the way.


  • The Dauphin has not yet arrived. There's no one else in the small room.
  • I sit alone in a chair, pondering what Madame Deniau said. I can't stop myself from reminiscing about this afternoon.
  • I'm conflicted by the memory of it. Something in my gut tells me I've made the wrong choice.
  • Louis XVI: Marie...
  • You: Good evening, Your Highness.
  • The atmosphere in the room feels extraordinarily gloomy. The Dauphin sits quietly beside me, paging through a book. He doesn't say another word.
  • A crushing silence fills the room.
  • Time slowly ticks by. The Dauphin continues to silently read his book, as though he's already prepared for what he will face next.
  • You: (Does the Dauphin know that I went to a masquerade ball?)
  • You: (When did they find out? If they know about the masquerade ball...)
  • You: (Then have my interactions with Fersen also...)
  • You: Your Highness, have you heard anything about—
  • Just when I'm about to ask the Dauphin if he knows the rumors surrounding me, there's a loud noise outside the room.
  • You: (It's coming from the King's room!)
  • Louis XVI: Marie...
  • Louis XVI: May our Heavenly Father protect us. We are still far too young.
  • Although I've known what would happen ever since Madame Deniau spoke those words aloud, I'm still terribly anxious.
  • The noise grows louder and louder, like an approaching storm.
  • At last, someone opens the door.
  • Madame Deniau: Your Majesties...
  • Behind Madame Deniau, countless nobles and servants are chanting words that make my heart sink.
  • Noble A: The King is dead. Long live the King!
  • Noble B: The King is dead. Long live the King!
  • Madame Deniau walks up to us and sinks to her knees.
  • Madame Deniau: Long live the King! Long live the Queen!


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