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Marie hears about Louis' mistress, and is plagued by feelings of frustration and anger. When she receives a letter from her mother asking her to spend more time with the king, Marie sinks into despair.

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  • Style: No dress-up component
  • Rewards: 3,000 Gold, 600 Exp, 1 Reader's Coupon, 1 Lantern Gift Box, 1 Clothing Materials Box

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  • Madame Camille: The old King loved women. You could always find beautiful women in Versailles when he was alive.
  • Madame Camille: You haven't forgotten about Madame du Barry, have you? She was driven away from court not long ago.
  • Madame Louise: Does our King have a mistress as well...?!
  • My mind goes blank in shock.
  • You: (Heavens, why must I hear something like this...?)
  • You: (My husband ignores me, and he's keeping a mistress!)
  • The two noble women continue gossiping about the King.
  • Madame Camille: What's so shocking about that? It's normal for the royals to have affairs.
  • Madame Camille: His Majesty neglects the Queen all the time. It's probably because he has a mistress.
  • Madame Camille: And the Queen looks so dispassionate. It would be easy for another woman to tempt the King.
  • Madame Louise: Does the Queen know?
  • Madame Camille: I'm not sure about that. But I'm certain the marriage is loveless.
  • Madame Louise: You're just guessing. There will be trouble if the Queen hears of this.
  • Madame Camille: No, I saw something with my own eyes!
  • Madame Camille: His Majesty went to a house on the rue du Faubourg Saint-Honoré, and a golden-haired beauty answered the door!
  • Madame Camille: They talked and laughed as they entered the house, like a pair of lovers! In contrast, he's always so cold towards the Queen.
  • My heart sinks as I imagine the scene with the King and the golden-haired beauty.
  • I always thought Louis wasn't the type to fool around.
  • Now I know he can be gentle and charming towards women.
  • You: (What does he think he's doing to me and my reputation?)
  • I'm so angry I feel like confronting him right away, but then I realize...
  • You: (I don't have the right to question him. Our marriage was simply a political arrangement between Austria and France.)
  • You: And maybe he's in love with that woman.
  • My thoughts are a mess. I turn and leave the garden quickly.


  • There are people walking about Versailles every day, but somehow I'm the only person on the garden path today.
  • I walk quickly, and my heels go click-clack on the beautifully tiled path.
  • The sound annoys me, and I can't help thinking about the conversation I heard.
  • You: Louis might not treat me lovingly, but he's always been a gentleman, and he has no need to act so dishonorably...
  • You: Perhaps that noblewoman was merely lying!
  • You: If Louis were to have a golden-haired lover, she would be staying in the palace by now.
  • You: Why would she be staying outside the palace? And on a narrow street too.
  • I start looking for excuses to try to defend Louis, but I end up feeling worse instead.
  • Frustrated, I stop walking and look up to heaven.
  • But I can only see the elaborately carved roof, and the sky is hidden from view.
  • You: (Oh Lord in Heaven... why must I go through this?)
  • Madame Deniau enters the room with her head held up high. She looks just as prim and proper as usual.
  • I'm already in a bad mood, so the sight of Madame Deniau's stern face gives me a headache.
  • You: It's still early afternoon, Madame Deniau. It's not time for those boring church lessons yet, am I right?
  • You: Please leave me alone. I wish to rest for a while.
  • Madame Deniau unfolds her hands to reveal a letter.
  • Her curtsies are always perfect. Her back is completely straight, and only her knees bend.
  • The sight always feels strange to me, and I keep wondering if she'll lose her balance one day.
  • But she does not fall onto my plate of pastries like I imagined.
  • Instead, she presents to me yet another thing I dislike. This time, it's a letter from Austria, which she places next to my pastries.
  • Deniau: I think you can spare some time to take a look at this letter from Austria, your Majesty.
  • I pick up the letter. It has an Austrian seal on it.
  • You: I think you must have picked this timing on purpose to vex me, Madame.
  • Madame Deniau's expression does not change. She curtsies calmly, and turns to leave.
  • At the door, she suddenly turns around.
  • Deniau: I heard that you did something inappropriate again at breakfast this morning, your Majesty.
  • Deniau: To prevent more gossip, you need to spend more time studying French dining etiquette this afternoon.
  • You: (...Study French dining etiquette? She said it so lightly.)
  • You: (It's going to be yet another incredibly boring lesson.)
  • Madam Deniau finally leaves, and I'm alone in the room.
  • I can relax now, and stop keeping my back ramrod straight. I kick off my shoes, and hug my legs.
  • The letter is still in my hand, but I don't feel like reading it.
  • You: I've been in France for four years now, and all the letters from Austria have been very similar to one another.
  • I bury my face against my knees.There's a strong smell of ink from the letter in my hand.
  • You: (Has Mother written a lot this time? Why hasn't the smell dissipated by now?)
  • You: (I really hope it's not the same kind of content again...)



  • Dear Marie:
  • How have you been? It pains me to hear about Louis XV, but I'm also worried about the nasty rumors regarding you that are spreading in Austria. Please remember that everything you do represents the country. I know that it must be hard for you to get used to life over there, but I hope that you will do your best to learn how to be a good Queen. Also, plan your time wisely, and try to spend more time with Louis. Capture his heart, and fulfill your responsibilities as Queen!
  • Remember that whatever you do represents Austria, as well as France.
  • Love, your mother.


  • You: I'm sorry, Mother. I'm afraid I've disappointed you.
  • You: Your daughter is incapable of charming the King of France.
  • I fold the letter and set it aside.
  • You: (That noblewoman was right. The royals have been having affairs for the past century. Even if I don't like it, I can't do anything about it, can I?)
  • I curl up on the couch. The sunlight shines through the window and falls on me, but I can't feel any warmth at all.
  • It's icy cold throughout this grand and opulent palace.
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