toilette to other women. Go when they are at leisure, for cards and music. That is when Louis visits.â He quietly appraised me. I crossed my arms so he would not see the shadows of my nipples under my thin silks. âYou look lovely.â
I wanted to jump into bed and tie the curtains closed. I tried to jest. âEven without my jeweled bodice and diamonds in my hair?â
He smiled a little. âProof of true beauty.â
I didnât know what to say. No one had ever called me beautiful.
He took a step toward me. âMake the king love you, and he might do more than share secrets.â
I leaned back. I couldnât imagine King Louis loving me. âMore?â
âWhat do men do when they love deeply?â
âYour Eminence, bedding the king didnât serve Olympia wellââ
âOlympia lusts too much. She gave herself too readily. But you fled when the kingâs interest was piqued. Let him think he must own you before he can bed you.â
âOwn me? If you mean marriageââ
He held up his hand. âDo not speak of it. Just be the prey.â
He slipped out, and I was too dazed to go after him. The candle finally died, and I stood alone in the dark. God help me, I laughed! I clapped my hands across my mouth, but the thought of the king marrying me was nonsense. DâArgencourt had failed without aspiring so far. And she would be in a convent by dawn. I am doomed.
*Â Â Â *Â Â Â *
I rose at midmorning and found a slip of foolscap on my pillow.
If a man who once waged war against me wishes to return to my kingâs favor, that man must first pay me homage, and an attempt to circumvent me by way of the queen will lead to his destruction.
It was Mazarinâs writing. An assignment. I ripped up the paper and threw the pieces into the cold fireplace. âLight it,â I said to Moréna.
âBut itâs a beautiful spring day.â
I didnât even understand the note, but I wanted no visible trace of my uncleâs command over me. âTell my driver I go this evening to the queenâs.â
*Â Â Â *Â Â Â *
The sentinels at the queenâs apartments admitted me without hesitation. My new high-heeled mules click-clicked on marble floors as I moved past pillars and sculptures in the vestibule, the anteroom, and into the salon where the queen mother played cards with three other women. I curtsied before her table. She nodded without looking up, and I took my place standing between a window and a candelabra.
My Martinozzi cousin Princess de Conti approached, gold hair shining in the windowâs evening light. âDâArgencourt departed for the convent at Chaillot.â
âPoor girl.â
âThe court is abuzz, wondering if Mazarin did it on your account.â
I laughed and hoped it sounded convincing. âI imagine Iâll be following in dâArgencourtâs wake soon.â
âLook,â she said, gesturing to a man carrying papers. âHere is the new secretary our uncle appointed for the queen. You know what happened to that older secretary who served her faithfully for decades?â
I watched the new man present himself to the queen. âWhat happened to him?â
âOur uncle happened to him,â she said.
âHe must not have been trustworthy if our uncle dismissed him.â
She shrugged. âHe dismisses anyone he canât control. Be wary.â
I glanced at her.
âHeâs using you. And you are not one to be controlled.â
When weâd first come to Paris, right after her wedding to the Prince de Conti, weâd danced in a ballet, The Marriage of Peleus and Thetis. Sheâd played a goddess, and Iâd played a musical muse. From backstage I couldnât see the king dancing as Apollo. She ordered me to stay behind a backdrop while she looked for Conti. But Iâd climbed up the cranks and pulleys of mechanical clouds to get a
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