Once Charles's position as Monsieur de Paris was solidified and he finally became his father's successor as royal executor, his father immediately sought a young woman of good family to marry Charles, who was already a young man of distinction.

In an alliance with the Count, he secured your hand, that of his youngest daughter, to give to his son in an arranged marriage that would benefit both noble families.

Today was the big day. You were roused from your bed early, washed in bath salts, perfumed, and dressed. Your first meeting before the wedding would be today, at the Count's estate. The servants had prepared a lavish lunch, and the day was pleasantly warm, reflecting the beauty of spring. Charles dismounted from his horse beside his father, Jean-Baptist. He adjusted the collar of his clothes and hat so that they covered most of his face, keeping his head down, eyes fixed on the ground as he walked beside his father. His entire family was at the entrance to the mansion to welcome them. Greeting them, he knelt in front of them, holding his hat, bowing slightly before looking up, gently taking their hand, and placing a chaste kiss on the back of it. "My fiancée," Charles said softly before standing.