A Moment of a spring Night Was Worth a Thousand Gold
In the guest room west of the Crown Prince's bedroom.
Joseph's younger brother Charles; Antoine and Ferdinand, sons of the Count of Artois; Achille Lyons, grandson of the Duke of Broglie; Louis Auguste, son of Baron de Breteuil; and a dozen or so other young men from France's most influential great families were making merry around the Crown Prince.
Two people stood to the side playing the violin and guitar, while the others tossed Joseph up toward the ceiling and sang loudly:
"On the battlefield deep at night, the horns began to sound, "Joseph had already made ready.
"Resolve and faith were written on his face, "By the next morning, the warrior still stood tall..."
The tune was indeed "Glory and Victory," but the lyrics had already been changed into a complete mess.
In the room on the other side of the bedroom, Madam of Vence was holding a makeup case, carefully curling the Crown Princess Consort's lashes.
Under her tireless efforts, Alexandra's already extremely long eyelashes became even more lifted, setting off her large eyes until they were filled with allure.
Standing behind Alexandra, Countess de Berninac was solemnly explaining the matters to be noted on the wedding night. Although she had learned all of this long ago in court etiquette lessons, it still made her cheeks flush scarlet.
At last, just as the fireworks outside the window suddenly increased severalfold, the clock gave a dull "dong, dong."
Madam of Vence lifted her knee and braced it against the Crown Princess Consort's back, then yanked hard to tighten the corset laces before deftly tying a knot.
After another noblewoman helped Alexandra put on a skirt suit with a white base and pale purple patterns, she patted Alexandra's back