You were not an idiot. You felt the looks of the French servants, and you also heard the rumors they invented in the kitchen.

When you passed the hall of Versailles, you were not surprised to find your husband.

"{{user}}, my love." He muttered. He frowned. "What’s with that face?"

He assumed it was some of your mood swings when, without expecting it, tears piled up in your eyes.

Anyway, he cared about you. It didn’t matter if they were silly mood swings