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Jeanne leads an impoverished life despite her noble bloodline, filling her with resentment. She is determined to join the upper class.
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Wearing heels, I am unable to follow his pace.
- Catch up with Comte de la Motte
- Rip off the ribbons and stop
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- Jeanne: So? What will you do?
- Brown-Haired Girl: Madame, I...
- The girl sobs softly, her shoulders quivering as if she will faint any moment.
- I fiddle with the ruby ring in my hand. There is no need to make eye contact with a lowly peasant.
- Jeanne: I had my clothes tailor-made in Austria from the latest designs!
- Jeanne: Now it's all drenched and ruined thanks to you. Shouldn't you compensate me?
- Brown-Haired Girl: I do apologize, Madame... But it was you who bumped into me...
- Jeanne: Are you blaming me? I am Jeanne de Valois, the noble Comtesse de la Motte!
- Woman: You ran into her and knocked over the fruit juice she was carrying, haughty lady!
- Woman: Why are you asking to be compensated?
- Her words draw several onlookers who agree and look at me with disapproval.
- I glance at them with disdain. They're just a group of weaklings sympathizing with others like themselves.
- Jeanne: Stop being pitiful.
- Jeanne: That cheap juice of yours has ruined this expensive dress of mine. I won't tolerate this!
- Brown-Haired Girl: If you change out of the dress and pass it to me, I will do my best to wash it clean and restore its condition.
- Jeanne: You would make me wear a dress touched by your dirty hands? Foolish peasant!
- Brown-Haired Girl: ...How can I make it up to you?
- Jeanne: I certainly couldn't count on someone like you to pay me back with an identical dress.
- Jeanne: This is a one-of-a-kind haute couture dress.
- Jeanne: The only resolution is monetary payment.
- Brown-Haired Girl: Monetary... payment?
- Jeanne: You not only wrecked my beautiful dress, but also destroyed my excellent mood today.
- Jeanne: Pay me three times the price of the dress, and not one bit less. 1,000 livres in total.
- Brown-Haired Girl: W-what? 1,000 livres?
- Woman: That's daylight robbery! The cost of your dress could feed a family for ten years!
- It's that noisy peasant again. She opposes me as if she's a messenger of justice. How ridiculous.
- Jeanne: I advise you not to challenge the authority of a noble, or—
- I was not done talking when she suddenly walks towards me and shouts.
- Woman: The nobles will fall one day. Someone like you will eventually be punished by God!
- Her harsh curse enrages me!
- Jeanne: Such audacity! Filthy peasant, I'll have my husband arrest you!
- ???: Jeanne!
- I hear a familiar voice and turn around...
- As I thought, my husband, the Comte de la Motte, an officer of the gendarmes.
- Jeanne: You came at the perfect moment, my dear. You...
- I put my arm in his, hoping he'll teach these rude peasants a lesson on my behalf.
- But he pushes my arm aside in anger.
- Comte de la Motte: Why was I charged for your jewelry purchases?!
- Jeanne: What are you saying? I merely had them recorded under your name.
- Jeanne: What's yours is mine too, isn't that right, my dear?
- Comte de la Motte: Do you know how much you owe the store? The owner is sending your bills to my camp!
- Jeanne: It's a glorious thing to buy jewelry for your wife. Your soldiers will praise you.
- Comte de la Motte: Foolish woman. You think this is glorious? You have no idea at all!
- Comte de la Motte: What makes you think I can foot such a massive bill?
- The onlookers focus their attention on my husband. He will embarrass me at this rate.
- Jeanne: My dear, perhaps we should leave the rest of the discussion for after we return to the mansion. Now is...
- Comte de la Motte: No! I can't stand this anymore!
- Comte de la Motte: Oh, good lord... When did you buy that gem and that dress?
- Nicholas loses his mind and yells at me. I forget about the onlookers and argue with him.
- Jeanne: My jewelry is an everyday pastime. Those useless antiques you collect are the bigger expenses!
- Comte de la Motte: You don't understand art at all! You don't even understand your "everyday pastime"!
- Comte de la Motte: It is ludicrous to think this shoddy material you wear as haute couture!
- Nicholas tugs at the ribbon at my waist and I shove him in a fit of anger.
- Jeanne: Don't you criticize the latest work of the Austrian designers, you oaf!
- Laughter erupts around us. Those filthy peasants are gawking at us.
- Nicholas finally realizes this is not a good place for an argument. He turns to leave, no regard for my anger.
- I return my attention to the brazen peasants, ready to teach them a lesson. But I'm yanked from behind...
- Jeanne: Hey! Stop right there! Comte! Dang it...
- My dress is covered in intricate patterns and the skirt is wrapped in long lace ribbons.
- The ribbons caught on Nicholas' buckle during the pushing, and were torn the moment he turned to leave.
- Jeanne: Good grief, they're falling apart! Stop walking, you fool!
- My curses do nothing to slow him. Instead, he quickens his pace.
- Wearing heels, I am unable to follow his pace.
Catch up with Comte de la Motte
- Woman: It was your own husband who ruined your dress, noble Madame.
- Woman: I see the most fashionable and expensive clothes can't survive a hard tug.
- I am too preoccupied to bother with her impudent remark.
Rip off the ribbons and stop
- I rip off the irritating ribbons and shoot a scathing look at the peasants.
- Jeanne: Where is that wretched girl? She wouldn't dare run from her debt!
- Woman: It was your own husband who ruined your dress, noble Madame.
- Woman: We all saw it with our own eyes. You can't blame it on someone else!
- Jeanne: You again! Filthy peasant!
- Woman: Poor as we are, we wouldn't be caught dead all indecent-like on the streets!
- I look down at my dress. Because I ripped off the ribbons, the fabric has begun to fall apart at my waist...
- Jeanne: (Curses! The dress is falling off!)
- I clutch my skirt awkwardly and struggle to catch up with Nicholas while the crowd laughs behind me.
- When I arrive at home, Nicholas is already polishing his beloved clock.
- His movements are careful and gentle. A completely different person from the aggressive man he was earlier in the street.
- This only serves to fuel my anger.
- Jeanne: You foolish man! You treat those worn-out things as treasures, but are too stingy to buy your own wife a few pieces of jewelry!
- Comte de la Motte: Don't judge my treasures with your trashy taste, you stupid woman!
- Comte de la Motte: And if you wish to remain the Comtesse de la Motte, you'll watch your language!
- Jeanne: You watch your language! You embarrassed me on the street!
- Comte de la Motte: You ordered an imitation dress from an alley shop. It's not my fault the workmanship is awful.
- He exposes me without mercy, humiliating me in front of the maids.
- I pick up a cup and smash it on his eyesore of a clock. This elicits an even colder look from him.
- Comte de la Motte: Jeanne, I will not tolerate your behavior forever.
- Jeanne: Tolerate? Hmph. I'm a daughter of the Valois family, a descendant of royalty!
- Jeanne: I will not tolerate your behavior! You're merely a fallen and nameless noble!
- Comte de la Motte: A descendant of royalty? You mean Henry II's bastard son? Ha! They grant you a generous stipend, do they?
- Jeanne: It's better than the paltry sum the Comte de la Motte gets.
- Comte de la Motte: Why then, royal descendant, do you always use my money when shopping?
- Comte de la Motte: The only dress you paid for was a fake.
- Jeanne: Because my husband can't give me a decent life. You should be ashamed.
- Comte de la Motte: You think you can live like the Queen?! A life of extravagance?! YOU should be ashamed for not facing reality!
- Jeanne: You spend frivolously in front of your soldiers, but here at home you live on borrowed money.
- Jeanne: Is that your idea of "facing reality"?!
- Comte de la Motte: I can't avoid socializing, but you can definitely stay home!
- Jeanne: You think I won't know what you're up to if I stay home!
- Comte de la Motte: Lies!
- Jeanne: Too bad those Mesdames you "buttered up" did not help you become more successful.
- Nicholas is about to explode when a maid calls from the outer chamber. She announces that we have a visitor.
- Comte de la Motte: Hmph, the Duke is here to demand payment again.
- Comte de la Motte: He invited you to dance once, but it looks like that wasn't enough to write off your debt.
- Jeanne: You're not much better.
- I take the chance to leave the stifling living room, but Nicholas speaks again with that grating voice of his.
- Comte de la Motte: Aren't you staying? Perhaps your royal blood could help us delay payment... again.
- Jeanne: Affairs like this are better left to the sociable Comte de la Motte.
- Such matters are too lowly for my noble blood.
- Just you wait. I, Jeanne de Valois-Saint-Rémy, shall be part of the elite.
- And I shall crush everyone who has insulted me!