Versailles – The Montmorency Wing, Morning
Sunlight filtered through the tall windows, casting golden patterns on the marble floor. Marie stood by the window, her gaze distant. The previous night's revelations still echoed in her mind.
Montmorency entered, his presence commanding yet gentle. "You didn't sleep," he observed.
Marie turned to face him. "Too many thoughts."
He approached, offering a reassuring smile. "We need to be prepared. The court is watching, and the Duchess won't relent easily."
She nodded. "I understand. But I won't let fear dictate my actions."
Montmorency admired her resolve. "Then let's strategize. Together."
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Versailles – The Private Study, Afternoon
Maps and documents sprawled across the desk. Montmorency pointed to a list. "These are allies we can trust. They've expressed support for our cause."
Marie studied the names. "And the ones we can't?"
He sighed. "We keep them close, watch their moves, and ensure they don't outmaneuver us."
She looked up. "What about the Queen?"
Montmorency hesitated. "She's a wildcard. Her favor can shift, but for now, she's aligned with us."
Marie leaned back. "Then we proceed cautiously."
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Versailles – The Garden, Evening
Strolling through the manicured gardens, the duo maintained a facade of casual conversation.
Montmorency whispered, "The Duchess is spreading rumors, questioning your virtue."
Marie clenched her fists. "Let her. Truth will prevail."
He stopped, facing her. "But perception is powerful here. We need to counteract her narrative."
She met his gaze. "How?"
"By showcasing unity. Attend the upcoming ball with me. Publicly."
Marie hesitated. "That will fuel the gossip."
He smiled. "Or quash it, showing we're unbothered."
She nodded slowly. "Very well."
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Versailles – The Ballroom, Night of the Ball
The grand chandelier illuminated the opulent room. Nobles danced, whispered, and observed.
Marie entered on Montmorency's arm, heads turning. Their synchronized steps and shared glances spoke volumes.
The Duchess, watching from afar, seethed. "She dares flaunt herself?"
An attendant murmured, "They're making a statement."
She narrowed her eyes. "Then we'll respond accordingly."
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Versailles – The Montmorency Wing, Late Night
Back in the safety of their quarters, Marie removed her jewelry.
Montmorency approached, placing a hand on her shoulder. "You were magnificent tonight."
She smiled faintly. "It was exhausting."
He chuckled. "Politics often is."
She turned to him. "Thank you for standing by me."
He looked into her eyes. "Always."
Their proximity intensified, the air thick with unspoken emotions.
Marie whispered, "This alliance... it's more than strategy, isn't it?"
Montmorency nodded, leaning in. "Much more."
Their lips met, sealing their bond not just in politics, but in passion.
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