Oscar-worthy acting

"Oh, Virgin Mary! Why did something so terrible happen..."

The Two Sicilies Princess covered her small mouth, wanting to look outside the window but too frightened to raise her head. She merely huddled in a corner of the seat, crying incessantly. "The Crown Prince was attacked because he came to meet me. It's all my fault... sob... it's all my fault..."

Beside her, Ambassador Timothy cast a wary glance outside, pulled the curtain shut with a swish, and handed the princess a handkerchief, urging her in a somewhat agitated whisper, "Your Highness, please calm down. This has nothing to do with you."

With a handkerchief to wipe her tears, Maria cried even harder. "What am I going to do if something happens to the Crown Prince?"

"No, it won't." Timothy hurried to reassure her. "Judging by the gunshots I heard, they should have been very far away. Even if the Crown Prince was hit, it probably wouldn't be fatal."

"Really?" Maria recalled the physics she had learned and nodded slightly, her crying gradually subsiding into sniffles. "May God protect the Crown Prince..."

Then another thought popped into her head-she had only just arrived in Paris, and already she had caused the Crown Prince to be attacked. Would this give him a bad impression of her? Would Her Majesty the Queen take her anger out on her? Perhaps she would be sent straight back to the Two Sicilies...

At that thought, she immediately began sobbing again.

By then, a full two to three hundred people had gathered around Joseph's carriage. With people shouting, horses neighing, and gunshots ringing out from time to time, the scene had become a pot of boiling chaos.

Since the court physician had not come along-no one had expected a doctor to be needed when picking up