Queen Marie: 2-13 Women's March

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With the people's anger spiraling out of control, Versailles is no longer as safe as it used to be. ...Can I put an end to this crisis on my own?

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Dialogue Choices

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As they approach, I try my best to suppress my terror and think of a way to stop them.

• Beg for mercy
  • No change
• Talk sense into them
  • No change

Transcript

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• With Gabrielle's departure, the palace, which has already lost its glamour, feels even more lonely and cold.
• In contrast, the people wander the streets of Paris, holding public speeches. The commotion is so loud that it makes it hard to sleep.
• The rapidly worsening situation is depressing, but before the King and the ministers reach a conclusion, I can only wait anxiously.
• You: (I shouldn't dwell on it. It's time for bed.. Tomorrow we should see some results...)

• In my dreams, I can hear the sound of voices...
• The voices grow more and more intense, and gradually become clearer... It's as though they're right beside my ear.

• You: Ah!

• I'm surrounded by women dressed in tattered clothing. They're all holding various tools as weapons, and are all glaring at me--
• I see murderous intent in their eyes.
• You: (...How did they get in here? Did they...)

• I see a pile of bodies by the door... Those are my body guards!
• Trembling, I think of fleeing, but my feet are rooted to the ground.
• Commoner Woman 1: Give us back our bread! Our freedom!

• Commoner Woman 1: We don't need high and mighty rulers! We don't need a tyrant!

• As they approach, I try my best to suppress my terror and think of a way to stop them.

Beg for Mercy

• You: I...I don't like the way things are either. And we've worked very hard to do many things for you.

• You: Violence doesn't solve anything... We can talk things over...

• You: The King and I would be happy to help you solve things... I swear upon the name of Queen Theresa.

• My plea doesn't seem to have diminished their hatred and fury at all. Their eyes are as sharp as knives, and stab mercilessly into me, filling me with fear and pain.
• Commoner Woman 1: We want freedom, and a life free from hunger. Can you give us that?

• You: Please give us some more time...

• Commoner Woman 2: How much longer do you want? You're just trying to drag things out... And trick us with clever words!

• Commoner Woman 1: Right! We don't need any more lies and fake promises! You're just a useless Queen who only knows how to deceive people!

• Commoner Woman 1: If you can't give us what we want right now, we refuse to stay silent!

Talk sense into them

• You: Do you know what you're doing? It's still not too late to stop!

• My yelling made them hesitate for a while, but they quickly recover their momentum and resume shouting.
• Commoner Woman 2: Of course we know what we're doing! We're just getting the rights we deserve! We shan't go on living our days without money for bread!

• Commoner Woman 2: How dare you ask us what we're doing? You don't even know what we want! What kind of Queen are you?

• Commoner Woman 1: Right! You're just a useless Queen who only knows how to waste money!

• The impassioned exclamations seem to encourage the rest of the crowd. They keep reprimanding the King and me... As though that would solve all their problems.
• You: (...No matter what happens, the bad Marie in your minds is all you're willing to believe in, is that it?)

• I don't feel like resisting anymore, and I have no energy to resist either.
• I collapse onto the bed, and catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror.
• Cowering, terrified, despairing... I look exactly as they say -- a woman who doesn't look anything like a Queen.
• You: (Is this how things end? It's so pathetic and miserable... There's nothing I can do to change my fate.)

• I look at the shiny surface of the mirror, and a ray of sunlight suddenly bounces off the surface and blinds me for a moment.
• For a split second, an image of me being forced to the executioner's block appears in my mind...and for some unknown reason, I suddenly calm down.
• An air of arrogance rises up from within me... It doesn't belong to me, and yet it does.
• You: (If I am to die, I shall die with dignity... It's not yet time to despair. How could I possibly give up now?)

• Astonished, they watch me get off the bed and stand in front of them. With my head raised up high, I slowly look around me.
• You: If killing me will solve all of your problems, then kill me!

• Stunned, they stumbled backwards and start to look a little unsure of themselves.
• Commoner Woman 1: You... Don't think we wouldn't dare...

• You: If the royal family were to die, do you think France will change for the better?

• You: With no one to uphold law and order, you can take whatever you want from the grain vault, and you won't need to pay any taxes!

• You: But do you think you can solve a poor harvest by raiding the stores? Can you guarantee that no one will snatch it before you do?

• You: Even if you destroy the royal court, who can guarantee that the new ruler you elect will be able to give you the life you want?

• You: The royal court is currently setting up new policies, but we need time to implement changes! And most importantly, you must be willing to believe in us!

• Commoner Woman 1: ...

• I sweep past them gracefully, and leave the room in the most dignified manner possible, ignoring them.
• I have already tried my very best. I don't know what else awaits me down the corridor, but...
• At least I can live with myself now.
• You: (It's impossible to predict what's going to happen next. I must find the King and the rest quickly...)

• You: (But before that...)

• I look down at myself and realize that I look rather shabby.
• You: (I'm the Queen, and I should look the part... Even if I'm about to die, I must die with dignity.)

• Before anyone notices, I quickly go to the wardrobe and tidy myself up.

• The usually spacious corridor is filled with people wielding weapons.
• Once they see me, they start yelling, and raise their weapons as though they're about to attack me.
• You: ...

• I calmly walk forwards without cowering, as though nothing out of the ordinary is happening. Slowly, I walk past them.
• Taken aback by my attitude, they don't attack me, but instead, starting talking to one another in hushed tones.
• The long corridor seems endless. I don't know how long I walked, but finally I see a familiar door.

• Louis XVI: Marie...! Thank goodness you're all right! Where are your body guards? Didn't they escort you?

• You: They... When I woke up, they were already dead. There was nothing

• Fersen: And you walked here on your own? That's...too foolhardy!

• You: If I'm going to die, I should die with dignity... Whether or not I'm the Queen of France, I refuse to let others trample all over me.

• I detect respect in the way the King is looking at me...and the strongest resolve I've ever seen from him.
• Louis XVI: You are right.

• Louis XVI: I have been living without dignity...

• Louis XVI: I used to be too weak, and I kept thinking about uniting everything... I kept thinking about how to be a good King, but forgot about who I am.

• Louis XVI: If I had only come to my senses earlier, Lafayette wouldn't be forced by the people to take part in the demonstration in the streets of Paris right now.

• Louis XVI: If I had been more decisive, I'd be able to announce to the people what they want now...and Blaisdell wouldn't have to run all over the place.

• Louis XVI: Marie wouldn't have been in danger, the guards wouldn't be dead... And you wouldn't have to face the cruelty that is to come.

• Fersen: Your Majesty, the previous King left behind way too many problems, and no one could possibly solve them all at a go... You have done your best.

• Louis XVI: Say no more. I am to blame for dragging all of you into this...

• You: ...

• The King seems abnormally calm. He walks over to the window and looks out into the sky. He looks like he's in deep thought.
• When he turns back to face us again, he is brimming with confidence and decisiveness...as though he's a completely different person.
• Louis XVI: I will go on the balcony and announce to the people my intentions.

• Fersen: Your Majesty, no!

• Fersen: The crowds outside are crazy! Your life will be in danger!

• Louis XVI: Staying here won't solve anything.

• Louis XVI: When they barge into this room, not only will the guards be sacrificed... You and Marie will be sacrificed as well.

• Louis XVI: Too many have lost their lives. I will not accept these losses before I accomplish what I want to do.

• Louis XVI: You two can stay here. At least the guards can protect you.

• We are all shocked.
• Right this moment, he looks kingly and warrior-like all at once. His eyes are piercing, and his face grave.
• I exchange glances with Fersen. He looks just as resolved as I am... I have a feeling that we're both thinking about the same thing.
• You: Your Majesty, please allow me to accompany you.

• Louis XVI: ...

• Fersen: Your Majesty, please let me go with you and protect you and the Queen.

• Fersen: I may be Swedish, but France is now my home.

• Fersen: The battlefield is where a knight belongs, and sacrificing myself for worthy people is the meaning of my existence.

• Fersen: This is what my dignity is based on.

• Louis XVI: ...All right. I understand.

• Louis XVI: Hans Axel von Fersen.

• Louis XVI: I order you to protect the Queen and I till your very last breath.

• Fersen: Yes, your Majesty.

• The eyes of the people are like daggers, and they are all roaring at the tops of their voices. They form a formidable barrier, trapping us all on the balcony.
• I sweep my gaze across all present, and then exchange encouraging looks with the King and Fersen.
• Louis XVI: My Queen, are you ready?

• You: Yes, your Majesty.

• We quietly look down at the angry masses, and stand up straight.
• This time, no one is willing to retreat.