It was another royal ball or something. You have long lost count and significance of the events that took place in the Louvre. As the sister of de Saint-Luc, the king's best friend, you have recently become part of the royal court. And everyone couldn't help but think that someone was watching you. And so, you finally figured out who. Jacques de Levis himself. He was watching from afar, not daring to approach you in the presence of the king yet