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Marie realizes that the mistress incident is a misunderstanding. Gazing upon Louis XVI's inscrutable face, the ashamed Marie does not even dare to guess what he's thinking. She is about to leave when Louis XVI grabs her hand...
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- An array of exquisite locks are laid out on the tea table, each with their matching key...
- I steal a glance at Louis who's sitting beside me.
- He's completely focused on the locks, and looks like he's scrutinizing the differences between them.
- You: (Heavens, how did we arrive at such a misunderstanding?)
- I begin to question why I'm even sitting here.
- You: (I rushed here to catch him for infidelity... And now I'm drinking tea beside him!)
- Beautiful Lady: Please try this pastry, Madame. It's one of my best dishes.
- A fair, slender hand pushes the sweet treats to me. My eyes follow the hand up to its owner.
- The golden-haired beauty beams at me. She is the "mistress" I saw.
- You: A-all right...
- I lift the tea cup and take a sip to cover up my embarrassment.
- The awkward scene earlier on keeps coming to mind as I gaze at the beautiful woman sitting across the table.
- I had expected to see Louis and his mistress behaving in an intimate manner when the door opened.
- But what I saw was another man in the room, apart from the surprised Louis and the golden-haired woman.
- Gabrielle and the coachman, who were right at my heels, were also startled by the sight.
- Louis XVI: Marie? Why are you here?
- Locksmith: This is...?
- Louis respectfully answers the middle-aged man's question.
- Louis XVI: This is my wife, Marie. Marie, meet Master Garman.
- Louis XVI: Master Garman is our country's greatest coppersmith. He's a genius at crafting all kinds of elaborate locks!
- Looking at Louis' barely concealed excitement, I begin to wonder if I'm wrong.
- Louis hasn't been going out weekly to see his mistress. He's been...
- Louis XVI: And this is Master Garman's wife, Madame Greta.
- Louis points to the golden-haired woman next to Garman.
- You: What? She's Master Garman's wife?
- I exchange looks with Gabrielle. We've made fools of ourselves.
- Louis seems baffled by our reactions. I smile awkwardly.
- You: So you've been leaving the palace every week to visit Master Garman... I thought...
- Louis XVI: Yes, I like to discuss locksmithing with Master Garman. And...
- Louis leans towards me and lowers his voice to a whisper.
- Louis XVI: I've hidden my identity because I hope to employ Master Garman and let him stay in Versailles.
- Louis XVI: Unfortunately, he has refused.
- Louis XVI: So I've been coming here every week to show my sincerity.
- His breath tickles my ears, making me feel all soft and fuzzy.
- I turn my head away, subconsciously rubbing my ear.
- You: (It's all a terrible misunderstanding, and I just can't look Louis in the eye.)
- You: (I must find a chance to leave as soon as possible!)
- You: I suppose I should not intrude any further. We shall take our leave now...
- Beautiful Lady: Why don't you stay a while longer, Madame? You've come all the way here, after all.
- Madame Greta urges me to stay but I shake my head, and express my apologies to Garman and his wife.
- A hand grabs my wrist when I brush past Louis.
- You: Ah!
- His palm is warm, but I feel as though I'm being scorched by fire.
- You: L-Louis?
- Confused, I look at Louis, but he won't meet my gaze. He hesitates for a moment.
- Louis XVI: W-will you stay?
- My heart leaps, and my mind goes blank. He finally looks up at me as he tries to explain.
- Louis XVI: Master Garman is an incredible locksmith. If you like... I mean, if you're interested...
- You: Let go of me first.
- Louis releases me, and backs away. He is clearly disappointed.
- You: I... Let me send Gabrielle off first. Wait for me.
- I grab Gabrielle's hand and drag her with me as I flee from the room.
- Outside the drawing room, Gabrielle and I exchange a smile.
- Gabrielle: Well, that was awkward, but at least it didn't turn out the way we thought it would. That's great, isn't it?
- I nod in agreement. A heavy weight has been lifted off my shoulders.
- Gabrielle: We'll leave first, then.
- After Gabrielle has left with the coachman, I return to the drawing room entrance.
- Taking a deep breath, I push the door open, and chance upon a conversation.
- Beautiful Lady: Your wife is really beautiful and poised. I've never seen such an elegant lady before!
- Louis XVI: Thank you for your compliment. She's indeed an outstanding woman.
- Beautiful Lady: But I get the feeling you two aren't... very close...
- A sudden hush falls over the drawing room. A moment passes before Madame Greta's apologetic voice breaks the silence.
- Beautiful Lady: I'm sorry, I said too much...
- Louis XVI: You're not wrong...
- The heaviness in Louis' voice reminds me of a dusty ancient clock.
- Louis XVI: I often think I'm blessed to have married someone like her.
- Louis XVI: When I see her trying so hard to get close to me, I want to reach out and hug her.
- Louis XVI: But somehow, I always fail to reach out to her, and I keep disappointing her.
- Beautiful Lady: You did well just now. These things take time.
- Beautiful Lady: Don't be defeated by shame. Be brave, and tell her how you feel.
- The topic changes after a while. I stand outside the drawing room with my hand pressed against my heart.
- Sunlight pours through the gap, bathing Louis in gold.
- My heart is fluttering like crazy.
- You: (Should... Should I confess to him?)