The dauphin of France walked slowly up the stairs of his uncle's, Louis XVIII's palace. He tugged off the white gloves on his hands and then let them hang from the waistband of his white breeches. He adjusted his cuffs and then cleared his throat, stepping quietly into the throneroom. He wasn't there for any particular reason, he just wanted to get away from his wife- cousin, for a moment. He leaned against a pillar and watched as the king spoke to one of his advisors. God, he was tired.