The King's Mistress: 1-4 The Plan Begins

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Marie disguises herself as a servant to follow Louis, but runs into Blaisdell. Blaisdell seems to have guessed Marie's intentions, and drops her a hint. After she finally manages to shake of Blaisdell, marie discovers that the King is no longer in the study.

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• The day before Mass, a servant tells me that Gabrielle is waiting for me in the drawing room.
• Gabrielle is sitting on a chair. I ask the servants to leave the room.
• You: I found an excuse to get Madame Deniau to leave me alone. She will be kept busy all day.

• You: She won't be able to follow us. When do we start?

• Gabrielle takes out a finely crafted bag, and opens it.
• Gabrielle: Wait, were you planning to observe the King while dressed in royal attire?

• Gabrielle pulls out a servant's outfit from the bag.
• Gabrielle: Please change into this, Your Majesty.

• I get changed. Gabrielle checks my appearance, and then nods with satisfaction.
• Gabrielle: Very good, Your Majesty. No one will be able to recognize you.

• Gabrielle is going to station me outside Louis' study. We'll pretend that the Queen ordered it.
• This way, I'll be able to observe what he does today.

• We reach the door to the study. A servant is about to enter the study with a tray.
• Gabrielle: I'll go lure her away, and you can take her place!

• I duck my head to hide in a corner under the stairs. Gabrielle walks ahead, and the servant curtsies to her.
• Gabrielle: I'm lost. Will you take me to the Queen's drawing room?

• Maid: It would be my honor to do so. Please follow me, my lady.

• Gabrielle gestures to me when the servant isn't looking.
• The servant places the tray on the window sill, and then leaves with Gabrielle.
• I check to make sure no one else is around. Then I pick up the tray, and stand outside the study.
• Inside the study, Louis is discussing matters with Blaisdell. I can hear only muffled sounds through the heavy door.
• You: (It's too soft. I can't tell what they're saying.)

• I give up trying to eavesdrop, and start looking around me in boredom. My arms are starting to ache from holding the tray.
• You: (This thing is too heavy. I should set it down first.)

• I place the tray back on the window sill, and continue standing outside the study.

• I guess I've been too tense lately. That's probably why I nodded off without realizing it.

• ???: Time to wake up, sleeping beauty.

• Someone is grasping me by the shoulders, and shaking me awake. I'm terribly annoyed.
• You: (What insolence!)

• I open my eyes and see Blaisdell's face. My mind is still groggy from sleep.
• You: It's most ungentlemanly to disturb someone when they're sleeping, Monsieur Blaisdell!

• His face takes on an unfathomable expression. He lets go of me, and steps back.
• Blaisdell: You're right. That was rather ill-mannered of me. I wonder if you would be so kind as to give me a chance to apologize?

• I suddenly recall that I'm supposed to be a servant, and I've been incredibly rude towards the King's trusted minister.
• Nervously chewing on my lip, I bow my head apologetically.
• You: I was in the wrong, and I beg your forgiveness for being so disrespectful. Is there anything I can do for you?

• Blaisdell stares at me wordlessly.
• I'm panicking on the inside, but I struggle to keep my face calm. I just want to get away as quickly as possible.
• Blaisdell: I'd like to have some tea. I'm a little thirsty from the discussion with the King.

• I frantically nod my head, and pick up the tray.
• You: Yes, my lord. Please wait, I shall go brew some tea.

• I turn away in relief. Blaisdell's intense gaze is stressful.
• Blaisdell reaches out to block my way. He taps the tray with a finger.
• Blaisdell: Wait, isn't that pot filled with tea?

• The crystal pot is filled with a dark liquid. I decide to lie.
• You: This... This has already gone cold. I'll go brew another pot.

• Blaisdell withdraws his hand, and I guess I'm free to go. I walk away, but after several steps, I sense someone following me.
• You: Are you going somewhere, my lord?

• Blaisdell: If I remember correctly, there's an art gallery somewhere in Versailles. Am I right?

• Blaisdell: I want to check that the collection is safe.

• You: (Collection?)

• You: I didn't hear any news about missing items. Is there a thief in Versailles?

• Blaisdell nods sternly.
• Blaisdell: I suspect that the statue of Freya has been stolen.

• You: Impossible! There's no such statue in Versailles!

• Blaisdell: Of course there is. Isn't it right here?

• Blaisdell points at me. There's a mischievous look on his face.
• I fly into a rage. Forgetting my disguise again, I slap his hand away.
• You: Monsieur Blaisdell! I'm not someone you can mock! Don't talk to me like that.

• You: Don't you know who I am?!

• Blaisdell: Who are you?

• You: I'm...

• I remember I'm supposed to be a servant.
• If the nobles hear of this, the ladies will laugh at me again.
• Blaisdell: Oh, I know!

• Blaisdell looks like he's just had an astounding realization. His attitude changes.
• Blaisdell: You must be the Queen--

• An alarm bell sounds in my head. I back away hurriedly, ready to flee.
• You: (Oh no! I behaved terribly! No servant would ever act like this!)

• You: (I should run. If there's any gossip, I'll just have to deny the rumors.)

• Blaisdell: I mean, you're the Queen's servant, right?

• I come to a sudden stop, and lift my head to look at Blaisdell's face. I think he must be teasing me deliberately.
• Blaisdell: But why would the Queen's servant be waiting outside the King's study?

• I lower my head and keep quiet. I've decided to ignore him.
• Blaisdell: Oh, I get it. The Queen wants to see the King. Am I right?

• You: Yes, that's right. May I go see the King now?

• You: I haven't finished carrying out the Queen's orders.

• Blaisdell: The Queen has never been so concerned about the King before.

• Blaisdell: Did she hear something that's making her suspect the King's had a change of heart?

• Blaisdell has hit the nail on the head. I can only quell my anger. This man is such a busybody.
• Blaisdell: I just hope the Queen can take it in her stride. It's pretty normal for a King to have a mistress. The previous Kings were the same...

• You: Enough!

• I interrupt him, and curtsy stiffly.
• You: You just said you're thirsty, my lord. Perhaps you should stop talking now.

• You: I'll go brew you some tea. Please wait.

• This time, Blaisdell doesn't follow me. I manage to leave Louis' study behind.
• Blaisdell's words are infuriating, but I know he's right.
• You: (And that makes me even angrier!)

• I brew the tea in a rage, and when I return to the corridor, I notice that Blaisdell is gone.
• You: (Is he discussing matters with the King again? At least I don't have to struggle to keep up the pretense.)

• I carefully crack open the door to the study, and peer inside. There's no one in the study.
• You: (Louis isn't in the study? Oh no, our plan is going to fail!)

• You: (I must tell Gabrielle the news!)