Sweetness surged through Alexandra's heart in an instant, and one sentence repeated endlessly in her mind: My Morning Star Love is right there. The carriage slowly came to a stop.
The Russian Princess hurriedly checked her attire with care. Only after confirming there was not the slightest flaw did she descend from the carriage with measured grace, holding her attendant's elbow and following the etiquette she had practiced hundreds of times.
She passed through the hundreds of nobles who had come to greet her and arrived before Louis XVI and his wife. With the assistance of the two Maids at her sides, she lifted her skirts and curtsied. "By God's grace, Alexandra Pavlovna Romanova is able to offer sun-eternal respect here to the esteemed King and Her Majesty the Queen."
The King and Queen smiled and nodded to her together. "Paris has become even more radiant because of your arrival."
According to the procedure, Alexandra was supposed to bow, retreat, and then greet the Crown Prince standing nearby.
Yet at that very moment, a smile flickered across the lips of Veronique, the maid standing behind Joseph.
The arrival of the Crown Princess Consort in Paris had shown her an opportunity—the hope of using the former to defeat Perna and Camellia. After that, as the person closest to the Crown Prince, she would be the most likely one to seize the position of Chief Mistress.
She had been planning this for a long time. Now was the first step in putting her plan into motion.
Alexandra remained facing Louis XVI as she backed away—one could not turn one's back on the King; that was basic etiquette—yet she never heard any prompt from the maid beside her who was supposed to be holding her train.
Yes, what looked like a simple retreat