Queen Marie: 1-7 Versailles' Rose

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It is hard not to get caught up in the revelry with all the music and food. It got me thinking, are people more true to themselves when they have a mask on? Or is it the opposite?

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Style: Gifts: Swan Song Required: Pure Masque Recommended: Swan Song, Pure Masque, Bright Pearls, Feathered Attitude Rewards: 3,000 Gold, 600 Experience, 3 Reader's Coupon, 1 Gift Materials, 1 Clothing Materials, Furtive Choker, Blueprint: Pink Lady

Dialogue Choices

Gabrielle: Have you forgotten that there's a costume ball tonight?

• Of course I remember

• Gabrielle's Goodwill will rise

• Pretend that I've forgotten

• Gabrielle's Goodwill will fall

• Change right away

• Gabrielle's Goodwill will rise

Gabrielle winks at me. I don't know who she's referring to, but the person who comes to mind is:

• Fersen

• Fersen's Goodwill will rise

• Lafayette

• Lafayette's Goodwill will rise

• Louis XVI

• Louis XVI's Goodwill will rise

Note: Changing choices when replaying will cost 5

To the left and right of the crowd, I spot two familiar figures. One appears gentle and dashing; the other is cold and stern...

• Approach the gentle and dashing figure

• Fersen's Goodwill will rise,
  Unlock "Run into Fersen" option in 1-8 Late Night Stroll

• Approach the cold and stern figure

• Unlock "Run into Lafayette" option in 1-8 Late Night Stroll

This choice will only trigger if you choose Approach the gentle and dashing figure

Fersen: Then, are you willing to answer my question? But judging from what just happened...I think I don't need to check if my princess has recognized me or not...

• Calmly speak Fersen's name

• Fersen's Goodwill will rise

• Be cheeky and say you don't recognize him

• Fersen's Goodwill will rise

• Call him Lafayette on purpose

• Fersen's Goodwill will fall,
  Lafayette's Goodwill will rise

Transcript

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• After talking to Bohmer, I am finally feeling a lot more at ease. The abject terror I felt before is fading...
• Sometimes, I still think of the rumours regarding the necklace. I know that the King promised to clear my name, but I still worry...

• In the evening, while I'm getting ready for a costume ball, Madame Deniau informs me that Lafayette wishes to speak to me.
• Lafayette: Your Majesty, good day. I wish to inform you that the rumours have been quelled.

• You: Really? That's great... Thank you, Marquis de Lafayette, for helping the royal household deal with this matter.

• Lafayette stares at me. He seems to be undergoing a bit of an internal struggle.
• Lafayette: Your Majesty... You seem to have changed somewhat. You're more serious now.

• You: Really? So do you love the current me more, or the me in the past?

• He looks shocked. I reflect on what I just said, and realise that I might have given him the wrong impression.
• You: Oh! I mean... which version of me do you think is better? I didn't mean anything more.

• Lafayette: ...yes, your Majesty.

• Lafayette: You act more like a Queen now, compared to before. I believe that you will earn the people's respect as time goes by.

• You: (He's just as stern as before...)

• Lafayette: I believe your Majesty needs to continue preparing for the ball. If there is nothing else at hand, I shall go perform my other duties.

• You: Other duties? Are you not attending the ball today?

• Lafayette: I have never been interested in balls.

• I think back to what Leonard said before, about Lafayette being the dream guy for all women in France. If he attends a ball, he'll probably be surrounded by loads of women, and he won't like it one bit.
• A cheeky idea comes to mind... Maybe I can pay him back for how he treated me in the past!
• You: Oh, but what if I invite you to the ball? Would you refuse the Queen of France?

• Lafayette: If your Majesty insists... I shall attend.

• Lafayette: But everyone will be wearing a mask at the ball, so even if I attend, your Majesty would not know. I don't think there's any point in attending...

• You: How can you be so sure? I might be able to recognise you. Let's see... If I manage to recognise you, will you fulfil a request of mine?

• Lafayette: I will fulfil your request, of course, your Majesty.

• Lafayette: Then I shall take my leave now. May you have an enjoyable evening.

• Lafayette: For France, your Majesty.

• Night has fallen, Versailles is steeped in festivity, and everyone is excitedly preparing for the ball.
• After hearing the good news from Lafayette, I am greatly relieved, and I'm really looking forward to the ball!
• Gabrielle: Oh, Marie... Why aren't you dressed for the ball?

• Gabrielle: Have you forgotten that there's a costume ball tonight?

Of course I remember

• You: I've been looking forward to this. How could I possibly forget? I was waiting for you to come take a look at the outfit I've picked.

• Gabrielle: You're putting your own outfit together this time? That's rare!

• You: It's not every day that I get to be "Marie" instead of the "Queen", so I want to thoroughly enjoy my freedom this time... And really dress up!

• Gabrielle's eyes light up. She looks at me excitedly.
• Gabrielle: Oh, that's a great idea. What are you going to dress up as?

• Gabrielle: Your sailing outfit was really interesting the last time, and that ship on your head was way ahead of fashion!

• You: I've already asked Madame Deniau to gather certain pieces of clothing, and I'm sure I can use them to come up with a fantastic style!

• Gabrielle: Oh, I can't wait!

• Gabrielle: Madame Deniau is so reliable. With her by your side, nothing can go wrong...

• Her eyes look a little sad. From what I can remember, when she was still "my" lady in waiting, we spent entire days together, and they were the happiest days in my life.
• You: She's very responsible, that's for sure. But you know what she's like. She's always nagging me... I had a much happier time with you by my side.

• You: You're the best, Gabrielle. You take care of my heart, as well as my daily affairs.

• Gabrielle: If only... If only I could return to those days and keep you company every day, Marie.

• You: If I could snatch you away from your husband, that would be wonderful!

• Gabrielle: So I'd be stealing you away from the King? Oh... That sounds so daring!

• Gabrielle and I share a glance, and we both burst into laughter. I have never personally experienced those days with her, but it's obvious that we are incredibly close.
• Gabrielle: Ah, there isn't much time left...

• Gabrielle: Marie, I have a tiny request... Will you let me help you coordinate? Just like I used to when I was your lady-in-waiting.

• You: Of course! Thank you, I'm looking forward to it!

Pretend that I've forgotten

• You: Oh no! I forgot all about it! Gabrielle, what should I do?

• Gabrielle: What? You actually forgot about the ball? Are you... going to wear something you've worn before?

• You: Well, why not? Nothing wrong with that, right?

• Gabrielle: No, that's too unlike you!

• The usually gentle Gabrielle suddenly looks so determined, I'm a little shocked.
• Gabrielle: Even the poorest of the aristocrats avoid wearing the same thing to a party. You're the Queen. If you do that, people will laugh.

• Gabrielle: Marie, I know you've toned down your ways a lot... but you must wear something new to the ball.

• Gabrielle: The King has always been thrifty, but if you do this, you'll actually hurt the royal reputation...

• She looks at me earnestly. Her voice is stern, but full of care and worry. I feel loved...
• You: Oh, Gabrielle, you're always thinking about what's best for me... I'm sorry, I was just joking.

• Gabrielle: Joking...? What do you mean?

• You: I've already instructed Madame Deniau to prepare an outfit for me. I just wanted to tease you a little, and I didn't expect that you'd... I'm sorry.

• Gabrielle: Well, thank goodness! I was worrying about what to do and my heart nearly stopped. Don't frighten me like that again.

• Gabrielle: Aren't you going to wear something that Leonard designed?

• You: Oh, the outfit he designed certainly is pretty, but I was inspired to do something different... I can wear that on another occasion!

• Gabrielle: I'm looking forward to it. There's no time left. Let's get you dressed!

Change right away

• You: I was waiting for you.

• You: Guess why I'm so excited today?

• Gabrielle: Did Leonard design something really special for you this time?

• You: You're only half right.

• You: The right answer is... Leonard designed something so breathtaking that I wanted you to be the first to see it!

• Gabrielle: Oh, I'm looking forward to it...

• Gabrielle: Let's get you dressed for the ball. I want to see you in it now!

• Gabrielle passes me an intricate box. Her eyes are shining.
• I take the box from her and go change right away, unable to resist her excitement.

• Gabrielle: My goodness, Marie... This outfit suits you perfectly! You look just like a faerie in a children's fairy tale!

• Gabrielle: And with the mask on, no one will be able to recognise you. You can just party away.

• You: That would be awesome...

• Gabrielle: You seem to have really put a lot of thought into it this time... Oh, I know... Are you trying to give "him" a surprise?

• Gabrielle winks at me. I don't know who she's referring to, but the person who comes instantly to mind is...

Fersen

• You: ...

• Fersen's dashing looks, and his mesmerising gaze... My cheeks feel really hot all of a sudden.

Lafayette

• You: ...

• Lafayette is so serious all the time, but his noble, handsome face, and that penetrating gaze... He's simply magnetic, and I feel my cheeks getting hot.

Louis XVI

• You: ...

• I remember the King's face as he tinkers with a lock... His gentle and calm expression, and that look of pure concentration... I feel my cheeks getting hot.

• You: (Goodness, what on earth am I thinking?)

• I shake my head, trying to clear my thoughts. Gabrielle looks at me curiously, and smile.
• Gabrielle: Marie, who are you thinking of?

• You: ...I won't tell you. We're going to be late. Let's go!

• Gabrielle: Trying to change the topic? All right, I'll let you off this time. But you must promise to tell me all about the ball later!

• The grand ballroom is brilliantly lit. The smell of exquisite cuisine and fine wine fills the air. The sounds of laughter and merriment echo in the hall...
• The ladies are dressed in their finest, and the gentlemen are at their most charming. There is delightful chatter. Perhaps everyone is more relaxed when their identities are obscured by masks.
• To the left and right of the crowd, I spot two familiar figures. One appears gentle and dashing; the other is cold and stern...

Approach the gentle and dashing figure

• He may be wearing a mask, but the rest of him feels incredibly familiar...
• Before I figure out who he is, he walks towards me as though he feels the same way about me.
• Fersen: Charming lady, I was drawn to your elegance the moment I set eyes on you...

• You: (This voice... It's Fersen!)

• His voice is deep and gentle, and the eyes that peer out from the mask are passionate and mesmerising. I feel my face burning up again.
• You: ...

• Fersen: My lady, do you not wish to speak to me? How shy you are...

• Fersen: What a pity that I cannot see your face. Your flushed cheeks must be... so fetching.

• Fersen: May I ask you for a dance?

• Fersen's manners are flawless, and his gestures so elegant, but when I realise that right now I'm just "someone else" in his eyes... my delight vanishes.
• You: (What am I thinking? Even if he thinks it's "me", the person he loves is Queen Marie...)

• I try to calm down, but it's just too hard to sooth my inner turmoil. Suddenly, I realise that my emotions are totally under Fersen's control...
• You: Why... are you asking me for a dance? Is it merely because you like my "elegance"?

• Fersen: Of course not.

• Fersen: The ballroom is filled with stunning people, but no one can compare to you. You are... unique.

• Fersen: I've not been able to tear my eyes away from you the moment you walked through the doorway.

• Fersen: Perhaps... this is fate.

• You: So... do you know who I am?

• Fersen freezes momentarily, then his lips curl up in a faint smile.
• Fersen: The general rule of costume balls is that we shouldn't reveal someone's identity even if we do recognise them. My dear lady, I'm sure you know that.

• Fersen: Are you hoping... that I've recognised you? Are we both thinking the same thing?

• You: You... Answer my question first, and then I'll answer yours.

• Fersen: All right, ladies first. I don't know who you are, but I feel like I know you somehow.

• Fersen: Or perhaps... we've met before somewhere.

• You: Somewhere?

• Fersen: In the land of dreams... Lovely yet tense lady, you have appeared in my reams so many times before, haven't you?

• You: Oh... Perhaps.

• The conversation reminds me of another costume ball we once attended... That night, we had just finished dancing, and "I" had removed his mask.
• Just as "I" was about to remove my mask, he stopped me. He said that he knew who I was even with a mask on... for I was his one and only flawless white rose.
• But I never expected that... so many years later, in a similar setting, he'd fail to recognise me even though I recognised him at first sight.
• You: I'm sorry, I'm a little tired... I think you should go find another "lovely lady" to dance with.

• Without waiting for a reply, I pull up my skirt and run off. I just want to escape the ballroom, and get away from this horrible place... and the people in it.

• I'm already far away from the crowd when Fersen rushes up to me and grabs my hand. He is panting and his hand is hot...
• Fersen: My lady, wait!

• You: Let go of me...

• Fersen: Have I offended you in some way? Why are you suddenly rejecting me?

• You: You... Do you treat every "lady in your dreams" this way? Are all women the same to you?

• Fersen: No... of course not.

• Fersen: I guess the joke went a bit far... my princess.

• Fersen: Do you really have so little faith in me? Did you really think I cannot recognise you? My flawless white rose...

• You: I... So you were just teasing me?

• Fersen: Yes, I only wanted to tease you a little... But your reaction was just so cute that I couldn't help myself.

• Fersen: Then, are you willing to answer my question? But judging from what just happened... I think I don't need to check if my princess has recognised me or not...

Calmly speak Fersen's name

• Just knowing Fersen recognises me is enough to keep me from raging.
• As he gazes at me passionately, the warmth in my heart grows to replace the bitterness I felt earlier...
• You: I'm so tempted to say I don't recognise you... But actually, I recognised you the moment you spoke.

• Fersen: I knew my princess would not disappoint me. I'm so overjoyed that I don't know what to do...

• Fersen: I'm just like a youth enchanted by his first love... I can never behave like a mature gentleman in your presence.

• Fersen's eyes are so gentle that they remind me of moonlight. I sink into his gaze, unable to break free... and unwilling to break free.
• You: So many years, and you are just as cheeky as ever.

• Fersen: My princess, don't be angry. I'll do anything you want me to, just to make you smile at me again.

• You: Really?

• Fersen: Yes... Go ahead and punish me. I'd dance with you all night under the moon if I could only see you smile.

• You: That wouldn't be a punishment for you; it'd be a punishment for me, wouldn't it?

• Fersen: My princess, you're finally smiling.

• You: Oh...

• Fersen: Please forgive me, princess. Would you be willing to pity me and share my punishment by dancing with me?

Be cheeky and say you don't recognise him

• Fersen's hoping for a favourable reply, but I can't forgive him for teasing me like that...
• Given how upset I was earlier, I'd like to have a bit of a revenge.
• You: Oh, of course I recognise you!

• You: You're the man of my dreams... you keep appearing in them! Am I right?

• Fersen freezes for a moment, as though he's unsure of what he should do. It reminds me of how he was when we first met.
• Fersen: Are you serious?

• You: Of course!

• Fersen lets out a short sigh, and his lips curl up again in a charming smile.
• Fersen: I... I was only playing a little, my princess. And now you're turning the tables on me.

• You: Who told you to pretend not to know me? I thought you were chasing after random girls...

• Fersen: That is impossible.

• You: Oh, and I'm supposed to read your mind? You could have fallen for some other girl while you were abroad...

• Fersen: I might have dated many girls before... but they were all before I got to know you.

• Fersen: Ever since I met you, I've been drawn to your every gesture, and I've fallen for you so deeply... and willingly, my princess.

• Fersen: I was speaking the truth earlier... All these years, I've been dreaming of you.

• Fersen: All my letters to you, and at the last banquet... I believe I've made my feelings clear. You understand, don't you?

• His gentle and passionate voice instantly soothes away all my worried... I can no longer resist this surge of joy, and I break into a smile.
• You: Of course I understand.

• Fersen: My princess, you're finally smiling... your smile is so lovely...

• Fersen gazes at me steadfastly. Suddenly shy, I avert my face.
• You: Stop, stop looking at me like that.

• Fersen: Right now I feel just like the Fersen you first met, besotted with you at first sight.

• Fersen: Are you willing to dance with me now? I wish to relive past memories... and create a future one too.

Call him Lafayette on purpose

• Fersen's hoping for a favourable reply, but I can't forgive him for teasing me like that...
• Given how upset I was earlier, I'd like to have a bit of a revenge.
• You: Of course. You're Lafayette.

• Fersen: ...Lafayette?

• Fersen: My princess, are you angry with me? I'm willing to do anything to make amends. Please don't treat me like this.

• Fersen: Hearing another man's name from your lips... even if it's my old battle comrade, drives me mad with jealousy.

• Fersen's eyes go dark and sad, like that of a helpless, wounded animal. I'm filled with remorse.
• You: I'm sorry... I shouldn't treat you like this, Fersen.

• You: I just... the thought of you not recognising me just upset me so much...

• Fersen: (Sigh) I'm really helpless when it comes to you...

• Fersen: Marie, no matter what you look like, I'll always recognise you. I knew it was you from first glance, and I was only teasing you...

• You: Are you angry?

• Fersen: My princess, please don't look so sad. I'll never be angry at you.

• Fersen: If you wish to make amends, just say my name with a smile on your face.

• Fersen: Do you know...? I really love your expression whenever you say my name.

• You: Fersen...

• Fersen: That's right, my princess... You always sound so sweet whenever you say my name.

• Fersen: Are you willing to dance with me now?

• You: Sure.

• You: I'm willing to dance with you until the end of time.

• Fersen: Yes, until the end of time.

• Fersen takes me by the hand, and we step into the dance area. Our steps are light, and it feels like we're dancing on clouds.
• His smiling eyes, firm grasp, passionate gaze, and his musky cologne are drawing me in so deep...
• I don't know how long we danced that night... but we only had eyes for one another.

Approach the cold and stern figure

• He may be wearing a mask, but his stiff bearing and his stern and cold aura... are unmistakable.
• You: (...Lafayette? I didn't expect him to keep his promise and attend the costume ball.)

• You: (But he's still as tense as ever. I guess that's just Lafayette for you...)

• He doesn't ask anyone to a dance, and doesn't accept any dance invitations either. He's just quietly standing in the corner of the hall, like a dutiful guardsman.
• I can't help walking towards him, and I wonder what his expression under the mask is like. Perhaps it's his sharp soldier reflexes, but he quickly senses my intent and turns towards me.
• Lafayette: My lady, thank you, but I am not in the mood for a dance.

• I can't see his expression, but Lafayette's frustration is evident in his voice and his gaze...
• Even with a mask on, the most desired man in all of France still drives women crazy!
• You: Oh, sir... I think you are mistaken. I am not trying to ask you for a dance.

• Lafayette: ...

• Lafayette: I'm sorry I misunderstood.

• His eyes look a little surprised, but then he seems to relax a little. Maybe he really hates dancing. I'm suddenly very curious...
• You: Would you mind if I stay beside you and talk to you for a while?

• Lafayette: Of course I don't mind. Feel free to do so, my lady.

• Just standing beside him, I already sense many jealous eyes glaring in my direction. I sneak a glance at Lafayette. He doesn't enjoy the attention. In fact, it makes him uncomfortable.
• It's so unlike his usual composed self that it makes me want to get closer.
• You: You... don't like to dance?

• Lafayette: I neither like nor dislike it... Well, I don't mind dancing once in a while to relax, but not right now.

• You: Why? Did you not come to the ball of your own free will?

• Lafayette: Oh no, I... I'm here because I promised a certain lady to attend.

• Lafayette: But I'm not rejecting dances because I'm upset about that. I'm just not in the mood to have fun.

• I guess he's explaining himself because I seem to be overly curious.
• Lafayette: I suppose you have your own troubles, my lady. But... you don't seem to be resisting the ball.

• You: Hmm... I feel that since I'm here, I might as well enjoy myself.

• Lafayette: My lady, I apologise for being blunt, but you don't seem to have any ounce of sympathy for me.

• His innocent and hurt tone of voice is so funny in this context that I can't help giggling. He seems to relax a little upon hearing my laughter.
• You: That lady you mentioned... She probably thinks you're normally too uptight and that the ball would be a good chance for you to relax, I suppose?

• Lafayette: You... know who I am?

• He peers at me earnestly, as though he's trying to find some kind of a clue. I better come up with an explanation!
• You: Oh, I was only guessing. Everyone here's wearing a mask. How would I know who you are?

• You: I mean, a lone man standing in the corner rejecting dances... Anyone would conclude that you're a bit uptight, right?

• Lafayette nods his head, but seems to be a little suspicious still. He's looking at me so sharply that I self consciously adjust my mask.
• Lafayette: Well... perhaps.

• Lafayette: My lady, you seem very familiar. Have we met before?

• You: I...

• You: Ah, judging by your bearing and your manners, you're a Parisian, right? I'm one too, so I guess we've met before somewhere!

• Lafayette: Really? No wonder I felt there's something different about you right from the start.

• You: Ah well, let's not talk about these. It's a waste of my youth to stand around in a dance hall.

• You: I'll take my leave now. Find a suitable companion quick, and enjoy the night!

• Lafayette: Wait.

• The coldness seems to have vanished, and his faint smile is like the first buds of spring after a harsh winter. There's an attractive warmth about him.
• Lafayette: I'm already in my thirties and no longer a youth... But you are right. Since I am here, I might as well enjoy myself.

• Lafayette: My lady, may I have the pleasure of a dance with you?

• You: Wh-why me? There are so many ladies who wish to dance with you...

• Lafayette: You are unique, unlike all the rest.

• Lafayette: When I talk to you, I feel like I can finally relax, and stop being uptight.

• You: You, you mean... I make you feel at ease?

• Lafayette: Your honesty and sincerity is greatly appreciated. But I barely know you, so I cannot jump to conclusions yet.

• Lafayette: If you're willing to give me a chance, hopefully I'll know you better after the dance. And then maybe I'll be able to answer your question.

• You: I thought you weren't interested in women...

• Lafayette blinks in surprise, and then lets out a chuckle. His voice is deep and magnetic, like a fine, addictive wine.
• Lafayette: I may have many roles, but apart from them, I am merely a man, and I'm not immune to attraction. I can also lose my senses...

• Lafayette: Like right now, my lady... I am deeply attracted to you.

• Lafayette suddenly seems like a different person. His lips are no longer set in a stern line, and his eyes seems faintly amused...

• Maybe I'm curious about this other side of him, or maybe I wish to hear his gentle voice again... The next thing I know, I'm already in his arms and joining the other dancers.
• We dance like two fishes in a sparkling pond... For this night, we are no longer ourselves...

• I'm drawn in so deep, and all my attention is focused upon Lafayette... I miss a dance step, trip over my skirt and accidentally step on his foot.
• You: Ah!

• I'm so close to Lafayette now that for a split second, I'm completely surrounded by his crisp, natural aura.
• You: Oh no! I'm really sorry... I didn't do it on purpose, I swear!

• Lafayette: ...Hmm, don't worry about it.

• A trace of unease appears in his eyes, but is gone the next moment. His gaze is as gentle as ever, but there's something a little different about it now...
• Lafayette: I know a lady who is just like you... She's obviously good at dancing, but seems to keep tripping somehow.

• You: (Is he talking about... me?)

• You: She seems to have made an impression on you... I'm a little curious. Who is she?

• Lafayette: A... very special lady. The lady who asked me to attend the ball today.

• Lafayette: I used to believe in the rumours I heard about her, so I didn't want to interact with her.

• Lafayette: But after getting to know her lately, I realised that she is actually a very honest, sincere and responsible person.

• Lafayette: I danced with her once before, and she also stepped on my foot.

• Lafayette: She didn't do it on purpose, but she kept apologising. It was a little frustrating... but I just couldn't get mad at her.

• Lafayette: And for some reason, she feels so innocent and adorable... just like the way you apologised just now.

• His dark eyes stare straight into mine, and I feel my heart go faster...
• I can't tell if it's because I'm scared that he'll find out who I am, or if it's because he's just too mesmerising tonight.
• Lafayette: You seem to be getting more and more nervous. Relax, and enjoy this rare evening... And that goes for both of us.

• You: I... Yes, my lord.

• As the skies get darker, people start leaving the hall, and the candles are about to go out.

• We dance, and dance again, until the band has played the last tune of the night. We gaze at each other longingly, but I know that this dance ball is merely something out of a fairy tale...
• Once the ball ends, I'll be Queen Marie again. And he will once again be the cold and stern Marquis de Lafayette.
• You: Time flies... The ball is about to end...

• Lafayette: I know this would break the unspoken rule of a costume ball, but before we say goodbye... Would you be so kind as to tell me your name, my lady?

• You: Ah... Okay...

• Lafayette: I hope that I've given you a good enough impression today that you won't refuse to see me again. And I truly hope that we will get to spend more time together in the future.

• His eyes are like deep pools of enchanted water. Before I can even think of escaping, I've already fallen in...
• You: I... My name is [Username].

• Lafayette: [Username]... Your name is as special as you are. I will remember your name forever.

• I can't tell if it's honestly or selfishness that made me say my own name instead of Marie's name. But hearing my name from his lips has made me fall for him even more.
• Lafayette: I am Lafayette, the Marquis de Lafayette.

• You: Oh! Why did you...

• Lafayette: It would be impolite to ask for your name and not give you mine. And I hope that you will remember my name too.

• You: Who wouldn't know of the Marquis de Lafayette?

• Lafayette: Yes, but if you are willing... You may call me "Gilbert".

• I try calling him name a few times, and I see his eyes growing ever deeper and his smile ever warmer...
• Lafayette: This might be a little bold of me, but can I ask you for your address too? We could go on an outing together, if you are willing.

• Lafayette: The river Seine, or the opera house might be a good idea.

• You: I, I...

• I stutter and fall silent. I don't know how to reply him. How disappointed would he be if he finds out that I'm Marie Antoinette?
• The candles are growing dim as we gaze quietly at each other. His lips move as though he's about to say something...
• You: I'm sorry, perhaps I'll tell you that if we get the chance to meet again... I, I need to leave now. Goodbye!

• Lafayette: Wait!

• I'm so afraid that he might try to get me to stay, and that I wouldn't be able to resist him, that I gather up my skirts and run...
• Even after returning to my room, his handsome face and smiling eyes are still on my mind... And I can still hear his deep, magnetic voice...
• All night long, I dream of the two of us dancing away...