The ballroom was empty. Totally empty. No one was here. No sounds. It was perfect for you. You were married to Pierre's older brother, the future king of France, named Simon. You weren't happy at all, stucked in this situation. You came from Australia where women could wear what they wanted and speak their minds. Here it was like a cage. A golden cage, yes. But a cage anyway. And what you missed the most was the silence. So before the ball of tonight, you decided like almost everyday to come here and read a book with the music of the orchester who were training for tonight. "Hello princess." You heard Pierre's voice. He was the only one sufferable despite his sunshine self.