Queen Marie: 1-13 The King's Secret

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In my pursuit for the truth, I never expected the king's aid. And with that, the greatest secret of the French royal family will soon be revealed!

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Style: Recommended: Meadow Stroll, Under the Sun, Sylvan Glade Event Logs: Madame Beaumont Rewards: 3,000 Gold, 600 Experience, 3 Reader's Coupon, 1 Gift Materials, 1 Clothing Materials, Blueprint: Endless Twirl

Dialogue Choices

Note: Changing choices when replaying will cost 5

You: Someone I can trust...

• Fersen

• Fersen's Goodwill will rise

• Lafayette

• Requires Lafayette Goodwill Lv. 3,
  Lafayette's Goodwill will rise

The choices made at the previous choice will result in 2 different dialogue.

You: Hmm...

• Say the secret code to test his reaction

• d'Eon's Goodwill will rise

• Wait for someone else to appear

• Unlock Event Log: Madame Beaumont if you chose Fersen at the previous choice

Transcript

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• Early in the morning, the King summons me. He tells me that he has arranged for a mysterious person to help me conduct a secret investigation...
• Louis XVI: My grandfather put him in charge of various external affairs, and he's usually not in the palace. You must go to Paris to find him, and... you must not be seen.

• You: Yes, I understand.

• You: But how do I find him? And why is he... so mysterious?

• Louis XVI: Don't worry about that. I will prepare everything for you. You simply need to make the journey and give him your orders.

• The King whispers instructions in my ear, and makes sure that I repeat every step back to him flawlessly. Finally, he smiles, satisfied.
• Louis XVI: I am unable to accompany you, so you must be careful.

• Louis XVI: Just to be safe, I've asked Madame Deniau to prepare clothes for you. Go get changed now.

• You: Yes, Your Majesty.

• Louis XVI: There should be no problem now.

• You: Your Majesty, can I take Gabrielle with me? I'm a bit nervous about going to Paris all by myself...

• Louis XVI: You are the Queen of France... and my wife. I am worried about your safety too, but Gabrielle will not be able to keep you safe.

• Louis XVI: The less people know about this the better. But if you know someone who you can trust to keep a secret, you may allow him to escort you.

• Louis XVI: That way... I will feel a little more relieved.

• You: Someone I can trust...

Fersen

• You: Can I ask Count Fersen to escort me?

• Now that I have actually uttered his name, I can't help but feel that I've been too daring. I sneak a glance at the King, but his expression is still the same.
• Louis XVI: I said that I will do my best to fulfil your wishes, my Queen. If you wish, of course I shall allow Count Fersen to escort you.

• Louis XVI: He has good social skills, and his swordsmanship is superb. And... I know that he will protect you with his life.

• Louis XVI: With him by your side, I believe I won't have to worry. I shall summon him, and ask him to escort you on this journey. You should go take a rest first.

• Knowing that Fersen will be with me, I stop panicking and calm down...
• Not only is he capable of protecting me, I know that he will give me his trust and support.
• You: Yes, your Majesty.

• The next day, according to the King's arrangements, I set off on a secret trip to Paris, to investigate the truth.

• Fersen: Marie, do you know how happy I was when the King said you asked me to escort you to Paris?

• Fersen's eyes shine like a star-lit sky. And under that sky, every moment is enchanting and filled with magic.
• Fersen: Every time I see you suffering, do you know how much it hurts to know that I am unable to help you?

• You: Please forgive me, I didn't want to hurt you, Fersen.

• You: There was simply too much going on, and I just... didn't want you to worry about me.

• You: And you have helped me, have you not?

• You: When the King was questioning me, if you hadn't spoken up for me... Without your faith in me, I would not have the courage to carry on.

• You: You always come to my rescue whenever I'm in need, Fersen. I do not know how to describe how grateful I am.

• You: I know that you will believe in me even if everyone else in the world were to point their fingers at me.

• Fersen: I said that no matter what happens, and no matter what price it takes, I'll always stand by your side and protect you.

• His words, and his passionate gaze... have set my heart racing again...
• You: Thank you, Fersen. Sometimes I wonder if I'm worth all that you're doing for me...

• Fersen: My princess, you are worth everything that is good in this world.

• Fersen: The people of Versailles worship power and sing of beauty, but they are blind to a pure and lonely heart.

• Fersen: I am willing to give my all for this gem of a heart.

• You: I don't need you to give your all. As long as we treasure one another, that is enough.

• Fersen: Hearing you say that makes me so happy I could just smile to myself all day.

• Fersen: If a rumour starts in Versailles that Count Fersen has turned into a vacant fool, you must shoulder the responsibility, my princess.

• Fersen: But if I really lose my wits, will you abandon me, my princess?

• You: Of course.

• Fersen: Really?

• You: No, not really.

• You: But no matter what becomes of us, I will always be your princess, and you will always be my Fersen.

• Fersen: Say no more, Marie.

• Fersen: I don't want to lose my senses in the carriage... Do you know how much I want to kiss you right now?

• You: You...

• Servant: My lord, we have arrived at the inn.

• Fersen: What terrible timing... Hold my hand tight, my princess, and be careful getting off the carriage.

• The inn is noisy and distracting. I take a deep breath and try to focus on my goal.
• Innkeeper: Well, I'm in luck today. What brings such a beautiful and noble lady to my humble inn?

• Fersen: Don't you dare talk to her that way, you brute...

• You: Fersen, thank you for your concern, but I'm fine.

• You: Let's get down to what we're here for.

• The innkeeper looks Fersen up and down, and then decides to keep a distance from us.
• Innkeeper: All right, don't rage at me. And don't worry, I'll watch my manners when I talk to the lady.

• Fersen: I'll forgive you this time. But make sure there isn't a next time.

• You: Fersen...!

• Fersen throws me a flying kiss. Taken by surprise, I feel my face burning.

• You: (I need to order a glass of red wine, and then sit at table 5...)

• You: Innkeeper, a glass of red wine please.

• Innkeeper: My dear lady, there are no waiters here. The red wine is at the bar table. Please help yourself.

• You: All right, thank you.

• Fersen: Let me do this...

• You: No, his Ma-... "That person" didn't say I can let someone else do this, so I better handle this myself.

• You: Where's table 5?

• A strange look appears on the innkeeper's face when he hears me.
• Innkeeper: Head that way. Good luck, my lady.

• Fersen quickly finds the partially hidden table 5. But after waiting for some time, not a single customer appears, and we do not see the mysterious person.
• You: His Majesty made me repeat the instructions three times. I can't have gotten it wrong...

• You: What do I do if no one appears?

• Fersen: Well then, you can just treat this trip as a rendezvous with me. We haven't been alone together for so long.

• Fersen: My princess, no one knows who we are here, so we can just be ourselves. Don't you think so?

• You: I... We're here on a serious errand.

• Fersen: I'm just joking. All right, I'll stop teasing you.

• ???: Er-hm! Excuse me.

• ???: Good day, my lady, my lord.

• ???: Would you mind letting me share this table?

• Fersen: Reveal your purpose, or I shall show no mercy.

• ???: Haha, I like lovelorn fools like you who are willing to toss themselves into a raging fire. But I guess that's just what men are like.

• ???: You don't need to be so tense. I'm not interested in snatching ladies. Don't worry about that.

• Fersen scrutinises him for a long while.
• Fersen: Marie, tell me, what do you want me to do?

• You: Hmm... Let's just observe him for a while. He might be the person we're looking for.

Say the secret code to test his reaction

• You: A toast to the knightly spirit!

• ???: Knight, knightly... spirit?

• You: (Oh no, did I guess wrong?)

• Just as I'm worrying about what to do, I hear wild laughter.
• ???: Hahahahaha!

• ???: Never forget, little bird of Versailles.

• You: Oh, so it really is you... His Majesty should have told me more about you.

• ???: Oh, don't blame him.

• ???: It's rare to see such an adorable "little bird", so I felt like teasing you a little.

• Fersen: I warn you, if you don't brush up on your manners, I might do something violent.

• ???: Oh my! The guardian is unhappy... Count Fersen, I'm only showing my appreciation for her Majesty's beauty. There's no need to overreact.

• You: Who told you who we are?

• ???: If I'm not careful all the time, I'd have died countless times by now! The two of you are simply so eye-catching... How could I not recognise you?

• Fersen: Make sure you keep our identities a secret, especially hers.

• ???: I swear upon Louis XV's name, that I will never tell a single soul not involved in the matter... Of course, apart from the dead.

• He appears to be half-jesting, but you can sense sincerity in his words, and it's hard to doubt him. Fersen relaxes.
• Fersen: My princess, have a good talk. I think we can trust him to keep a secret.

• Fersen: I shall guard our table and make sure that no one comes near.

• You: Before we get started, how should I address you?

• d'Eon: You can call me d'Eon. But if you mention me in front of others, refer to me as "Madame Beaumont".

Wait for someone else to appear

• You: I'm sorry, I'm waiting for someone.

• ???: Oh? Everyone knows that table 5 is Madame Beaumont's table. My beautiful little bird, you need to follow the rules.

• You: (The King instructed me to sit at table 5, so I guess the person I'm looking for must be Madame Beaumont.)

• You: I'm waiting for the lady you're talking about.

• ???: Ok, since you're waiting for her, why are you refusing to let her sit with you?

• Fersen: You are the "madame" you speak of?

• ???: Well, unless you have some other nickname for me, I am the "Madame Beaumont" you are looking for.

• You: A... A toast to the knightly spirit!

• ???: Never forget.

• ???: To put your suspicions to rest, I shall tell you my real name - d'Eon.

• d'Eon: But treat it as a fine wine, and keep it locked within your heart.

• You: There is something I wish to ask you to investigate,

• d'Eon: My dear lady, I shall do my upmost to aid you.

• I recall everything that has happened so far, and tell him about it all, without leaving out a single detail.
• d'Eon: Hmm, interesting...

• d'Eon: So not only has a trouble-making cuckoo appeared in Versailles, there is also a fake little bird?

• You: Yes, and you're the only one I've told about this... Please keep it a secret until you find the impostor.

• d'Eon: Of course. I hold centuries of Versailles secrets within me, and I only tell them to the dead.

• d'Eon: Oh yes, you mentioned that the suspect dropped something. Can you pass it to me?

• You: Yes, of course.

• You: I'm handing the matter over to you. You are the only one I can rely on now.

• d'Eon: Putting your trust in someone you've only just met isn't a good thing.

• You: You're right, but since you're actually telling me this... I guess you are worthy of my trust.

• d'Eon: I will not let you down.

• d'Eon: A noble little bird should not tarry too long in such a rough place. Hurry back to Versailles, and wait for news from Madame Beaumont.

• Having received d'Eon's promise, I feel like a weight has been lifted off my heart. Fersen escorts me back to the carriage, and we hurry back to Versailles before nightfall.
• Surrounded by Fersen's romantic gentleness, I feel as though I'm reliving the time we first met.
• Neither of us mention it, but we both wish that the journey back could be as long as possible... If only it were endless, and we could stay like this forever.

Lafayette

• You: Can I ask the Marquis de Lafayette to escort me?

• Louis XVI: Of course you can, my Queen.

• Louis XVI: He is loyal and reliable, and skilled in swordsmanship... A great choice indeed. I will be rather relieved to have him by your side.

• Louis XVI: I shall summon him, and ask him to escort you on this journey. You should go take a rest first.

• You: Yes, your Majesty.

• The next day, according to the King's arrangements, I set off on a secret trip to Paris, to investigate the truth.

• Lafayette seems to be regarding me with a rather obvious air of suspicion, unlike his usual calm. I try to decipher what he may be thinking, but fail miserably.
• You: If you dislike this arrangement, or if you dislike me, I won't ask his Majesty to get you to escort me next time.

• Lafayette: No, it's not like that at all...!

• Lafayette's passionate outburst startled me greatly. Upon seeing my reaction, he tones down his demeanour.
• Lafayette: I... I just never expected you to choose me as your escort.

• You: Oh, that's great then. I thought you hated me so much that you're unhappy about going out with me.

• Lafayette: I, no I think... I couldn't possibly hate "you".

• You: Because I'm the Queen?

• Lafayette: ...

• His deep, dark eyes regard me with an unfathomable look. I still can't figure out what he's thinking, but I'm reminded of the night of the costume ball.
• You: Marquis de Lafayette, do you remember the day I asked you to attend the costume ball?

• Lafayette: Yes.

• You: You attended the ball, didn't you?

• Lafayette: ...Yes. How do you know that? Did you attend the ball too?

• You: It's not important how I found out. Do you still remember that you promised to fulfil my request if I managed to recognise you?

• You: And now, I wish to make use of that... Tell me, what are you thinking right now?

• Lafayette: Why are you always so curious about my thoughts?

• Lafayette: ...Can I assume that... you care about me?

• You: ...

• Do I care about Lafayette? Have I fallen for him? Before he asked me that question... I've never even thought about the possibility.
• I try to analyse my own feelings, and just as I'm wondering how to reply...
• Lafayette: Never mind, forget what I just asked... I've overstepped my boundaries.

• He avoided looking at me when he said that, as though he was trying his best to suppress something. After a long silence, he finally speaks...
• Lafayette: When I got only the carriage with you, I was reminded of the lady I met at the costume ball.

• Lafayette: She was different from most ladies. A little reckless, and accidentally stepped on my foot while dancing.

• Lafayette: Just like you.

• You: So you're not mad, and you're actually thinking about her?

• Lafayette: I know that it was only a brief encounter, but people who rely on masked identities to get closer to one another, will eventually have to return to their original lives once the masks are removed.

• Lafayette: I should not think about her, but I cannot stop thinking about her. I am unable to get rid of my feelings, and I do not know what I should do.

• He is the Marquis de Lafayette, the hero of the land, but right now he seems just like an ordinary man, and his troubled eyes are filled with longing...
• I suppose this must be love, and the change in him was triggered by me. Once I realise this, I unconsciously lean towards him.
• You: ...Gilbert.

• Lafayette: Your Majesty, we have reached the inn. We should alight from the carriage.

• Lafayette seems to have recovered his usual stern expression. It's almost as though I had only imagined that look of troubled passion.
• He doesn't say another word, and does not mention the topic again. I don't know if he heard me call his name, or if he's pretending that he didn't hear it...

• The inn is noisy and distracting. I take a deep breath and try to focus on my goal.
• Innkeeper: Well, I'm in luck today. What brings such a beautiful and noble lady to my humble inn?

• Lafayette: Watch your manners when you speak to the lady. She is not someone you should joke about.

• The innkeeper looks Lafayette up and down, and then decides to keep a distance from us.
• Innkeeper: Yes, yes, noble knight. Rest assured, I will not approach your princess again.

• Lafayette: ...

• Suppressing the urge to ask Lafayette why his face has gone red, I take a look around the interior of the inn, and try to recall the King's instructions.
• You: (I need to order a glass of red wine, and then sit at table 5...)

• You: Please give me a glass of red wine.

• Innkeeper: My dear lady, there are no waiters here. The red wine is at the bar table. Please help yourself.

• You: All right, thank you.

• You: Where's table 5?

• A strange look appears on the innkeeper's face when he hears me.
• Innkeeper: Head that way. Good luck, my lady.

• Lafayette quickly finds the partially hidden table 5. But after waiting for some time, not a single customer appears, and we do not see the mysterious person.
• You: His Majesty made me repeat the instructions three times. I can't have gotten it wrong...

• Lafayette: Once night falls, whether or not the person we're waiting for appears, I shall send you back.

• You: But...

• Lafayette: No matter what, your safety is of the utmost importance.

• You: But wouldn't that make this a wasted trip? I must meet up with that person, and get him to help me investigate...

• ???: Hahaha! This impatient lady is pretty adorable.

• ???: Good day, beautiful little bird.

• ???: If you don't mind, may I share this table with you?

• Lafayette: This... madame. I must insist that you reveal your identity before we decide whether to let you sit with us.

• ???: Haha, I like responsible knights like you. The time is not right, or I'd ask you for a friendly duel.

• ???: But my question was directed at this little bird, not you. I can listen to your opinion, but I do not have to follow it.

• ???: Of course, if you wish to settle this with a duel, I will be glad to comply... But you may not want me to do so.

• Lafayette ignores the person's challenge. His eyes are as cold and calm as ever. He looks at me.
• Lafayette: Madame, do you think he is the one we are looking for.

• You: Hmm...

Say the secret code to test his reaction

• You: A toast to the knightly spirit!

• ???: Knight, knightly... spirit?

• You: (Oh no, did I guess wrong?)

• Just as I'm worrying about what to do, I hear wild laughter.
• ???: Hahahahaha!

• ???: Never forget, little bird of Versailles.

• You: Oh, so it really is you... His Majesty should have told me more about you.

• ???: Oh, don't blame him.

• ???: It's rare to see such an adorable "little bird", so I felt like teasing you a little.

• Lafayette: Show respect to her Majesty. If you say another impolite word, I will challenge you to a duel to the death.

• ???: Interesting. Very few would maintain this attitude towards me once they've found out who I am.

• ???: But there is no need to overreact, Marquis de Lafayette. I was simply overjoyed to see our beautiful Queen.

• You: How do you know who we are?

• ???: Nothing escapes my eye! The two of you are so eye-catching too...

• Lafayette: If that is so, please keep our identities a secret, especially "hers".

• ???: Rest assured. Everyone in this inn was planted here by Louis XV. Their lips are all sealed.

• Lafayette: It's getting late. A journey by night would be dangerous. Please finish the talk as soon as possible, your Majesty. I will stand guard by the side of the table.

• You: Before we get started, how should I address you?

• d'Eon: You can call me d'Eon in private. But if you mention me in front of others, refer to me as "Madame Beaumont".

Wait for someone else to appear

• You: I'm sorry, I'm waiting for someone.

• ???: Oh? Everyone knows that table 5 is Madame Beaumont's table. My beautiful little bird, you need to follow the rules.

• You: (The King instructed me to sit at table 5, so I guess the person I'm looking for must be Madame Beaumont.)

• You: I'm waiting for the lady you're talking about.

• ???: Ok, since you're waiting for her, why are you refusing to let her sit with you?

• Lafayette: You are the "madame" you speak of?

• ???: Well, unless you have some other nickname for me, I am the "Madame Beaumont" you are looking for.

• You: A... A toast to the knightly spirit!

• ???: Never forget.

• ???: To put your suspicions to rest, I shall tell you my real name - d'Eon.

• d'Eon: But treat it as a fine wine, and keep it locked within your heart.

• You: There is something I wish to ask you to investigate,

• d'Eon: My dear lady, I shall do my upmost to aid you.

• I recall everything that has happened so far, and tell him about it all, without leaving out a single detail.
• d'Eon: Hmm, interesting...

• d'Eon: So not only has a trouble-making cuckoo appeared in Versailles, there is also a fake little bird?

• You: Yes, and you're the only one I've told about this... Please keep it a secret until you find the impostor.

• d'Eon: Of course. I hold centuries of Versailles secrets within me, and I only tell them to the dead.

• d'Eon: Oh yes, you mentioned that the suspect dropped something. Can you pass it to me?

• You: Yes, of course.

• You: I'm handing the matter over to you. You are the only one I can rely on now.

• d'Eon: Putting your trust in someone you've only just met isn't a good thing.

• You: You're right, but since you're actually telling me this... I guess you are worthy of my trust.

• d'Eon: I will not let you down.

• d'Eon: A noble little bird should not tarry too long in such a rough place. Hurry back to Versailles, and wait for news from Madame Beaumont.

• Having received d'Eon's promise, I feel like a weight has been lifted off my heart. Lafayette escorts me back to the carriage, and we hurry back to Versailles before nightfall.
• He maintains his usual silence during the trip, but he is gentle towards me. Perhaps he is affected by my relaxed mood.
• I start to suspect that he has already figured out that I'm the one he met during the ball. But for some reason, I don't dare to ask...
• Perhaps I fear getting a cold answer. Or perhaps... I'm afraid that even if I know the answer, I cannot possible return his affections, given that I might still get executed.