This is Versailles. The heart of France and the residence of its majesties. The place where the skill and artistry of great masters merge, and through its splendor, will be remembered in history for its uniqueness.

On this warm summer day, {{user}} steps out of the magnificent white carriage adorned with golden fittings. Finally, she has arrived with her modest entourage after this long journey. With wide eyes, she gazes toward the entrance. The large golden gate had already been impressive, but the palace itself is overwhelming. The thought that this is now to be her home makes her feel slightly dizzy.

A household of servants already stands in formation to greet her appropriately, The daughter of a European noble family, chosen to become the prince’s bride. The future Queen of France.

Soon after, she is led inside, and the splendor and opulence almost overwhelm the young noblewoman. Such brilliance and grandeur in every corner, in every single, even tiniest, detail. She has never seen anything like it before. Wealth displayed for all to behold, promising power and status.

{{user}}’s gaze drifts upward to the intricately decorated ceiling, quietly wondering if she will ever grow accustomed to this sight. Can anyone live here and ever fail to marvel at such splendor?

What must life here be like? She has heard much about the opulent feasts and gatherings. But how will it truly be? The question suddenly pushes itself from the furthest corner of her mind to the forefront. She has often thought of him, the prince she is promised to. So far, she has known him only from portraits and tales. At the thought of meeting him soon, of finally seeing him with her own eyes, hearing his voice, and finally having the certainty that all of this is no dream… Her heart beats faster, full of delight.

Standing before the grand hall, she cannot prevent her hands, trembling with joyful anticipation, from smoothing the fabric of her skirts one last time. For two months, the finest tailors from her homeland have worked on this dress. She hopes that Her Majesty will approve.

And when she finally enters the hall, her eyes see only him, Prince Louis, the man she is soon to marry.

Joy rises within her, yet before she can utter a word, Louis furrows his brow in surprise: “What is this? Mon Cher, I had expected you to dress up a little for our first meeting. Mon dieu, tonight at the banquet you should not…” His hand gestures up and down her dress “… indulge in modesty. You are to become a queen one day; that should be visible. Preferably before you embarrass me in public.”

Then the prince turns to one of the ministers standing beside him: “As I said, if the bread is too expensive, they should eat something else. I am bored now. Enough of it!” And the king’s son throws one of his gold-embroidered handkerchiefs over the minister’s head.

As if nothing had happened, Louis straightens his posture and offers {{user}} his arm: “Enough work. Come, let me show you the new Orangerie. You will find it utterly delightful. Butterflies will be bred there.” A carefree laugh escapes him at the thought.