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Charles X: *gets out of the coach* *looks up at Hradeny Castle* *lip curls in distaste*
Marie-Thérèse, Madame Royal: well...its not Versailles...but at least its not the Tuileries.
Henri & Louise: *bickering and squabbling like siblings do*
Angoulême: *with hand on either child's shoulder* cool it, you two. -So this is Prague, eh?
Louise: *sticks her tongue out at Henri*
Henri: *silently pouts at his sister* I don't like it here. I want to go back to Paris.
Man in Habsburg uniform: that makes two of us, your Royal Highness. *Kisses Madame Royal's hand*
Madame Royal: and you are?
Man: at the moment, the one tasked with showing you inside. *Looks at sky* gonna rain soon. Don't want any of us getting sick, now do we. *Snaps orders to servants to take luggage inside*
Madame Royal: *stiffly* I don't go anywhere with people I don't know, sir.
Man: Madame la Dauphine- that is correct, isn't it? *Slight awkward* they gave me a chart. Said you're all kings and queen, but since that's confusing we just take Big Guy as the king, you and your husband as Mgr le Dauphin and Madame la Dauphine. And the little royal highnesses as well...what they were before all this...unpleasantness.
Madame Royal: *half sneering* and what do you know it, sir?
Man: of being a child who was driven from my home for no reason except who my parents were? Of being a young man who lost his father too young? Or who was torn from the arms of his mother? *Brightly* absolutely nothing. *Offers arm respectfully to Charles X to lead him into the palace*
Charles X: so the emperor has granted us this place?
Man: of course, sire. Rent free. Already furnished, we weren't sure what you all would have.
Charles X: *nods* your father was a Frenchman?
Man: soldier, sire. In the artillery.
Charles X: he was killed in action?
Man: he died imprisoned by the English sir.
Charles X: I'm sorry to hear that, what did you say your name was?
Man: I'm nobody important, sire *stops in the first room* certainly not someone that the king of France and Navarre should worry about who I am.
Henri: Is the emperor coming to see us?
Angoulême: *reprovingly* Henri, don't bo-
Man: its quite alright. The emperor is...currently delayed by official business. Although...there is someone else here who'd like to see you.
*Door opens*
Caroline, duchesse de Berri: *hurries forward to Henri and Louise* *falls on her knees* *hugs and kisses them*
*Charles, Madame Royal and Angouleme all frown disapprovingly*
Madame Royal: *hissed* what is she doing here?
Man: should a mother have no right to see her children?
Henri: *stiffly* *trying to get away from the kisses* this woman is not my mother.
*Pin drop silence*
Caroline: Henri-
Madame Royal: *smirks triumphantly at Caroline* *puts hands on Henri's shoulders like she's "claiming" him*
Caroline: *looks absolutely mortified*
Man: Madame la Dauphine...your behaviour especially surprises me.
MadameRoyal: *scoffs* some concierge would presume to lecture the dauphine of France?
Man: hardly. *Examines fingernails* however I would think that you...deprived of your father, mother, aunt and brother in the most...regrettable circumstances would be the last person who would seek to do the same to another child.
Madame Royal: *slaps the man through the face* don't you dare speak to me of them. Like you know what I went through. Like-
Angoulême: *restraining his wife* Marie, I'm sure he didn't-
Man: oh, but I did.
*Bourbons look horrified*
Man: what you have done to your niece and nephew is not so different to what was done to you, Madame. And can you honestly tell us that you would not give anything - perhaps even sell your own soul - to see them again?
Madame Royal: *looks at Caroline* this is not the same.
Man: *tone like "you silly girl"* of course it isn't. Madame Caroline is still alive and they, regrettably, are not. My father is dead, much like his Royal Highness *looks sympathetically at Henri* and my mother, well...she could just as well be. *To Henri* in fact, if I had had a Mama like yours, I wouldn't disown her. At least she fought for you. Mine didn't even do that.
Henri: *frowns at his mom*
Louise: *you can see she's torn between her mom and aunt*
Man: I wasn't sure who would be coming with you, so I took the trouble of hiring staff for you. Dinner is at eight. its not Paris, but at least the chef worked for Prince Talleyrand. His Royal Highness' tutor will be arriving in the morning-
Charles: *frowning* Henri has a tutor. *Motions for Jesuit to step forward*
Man: *frowns at Jesuit* tutor for what? To make him a cardinal?
Jesuit: *starts speakig*
Man: shut up, Padre. Vile creatures, the lot of you. *Turns to Charles* the new tutor arrives in the morning. His name is Camille de Pimodan, he has a son around his Royal Highness' age. I told him to bring him along tomorrow. Will do his Royal Highness some good.
*All the Bourbons -even Caroline - look horrified*
Man: this is not to your satisfaction?
Charles: hardly. This man is some stranger, some radical no doubt-
Man: *to Henri* he is a captain of the cavalry. He can teach you to ride, if you'd like.
Henri: I can already ride. I don't need a Austrian to teach me.
Man: I assure you, your Royal Highness, he is as French as you are. He and his son have both refused to take the oath of allegiance to the Emperor Napoléon and to the duc d'Orléans. *To Madame Royal* His father-in-law was one of your father's grooms.
Madame Royal: which one?
Man: Fauveau de Frénilly
Madame Royal: *somewhat mollified*
Man: *smiles* now, if you will excuse me. I have some urgent business I must still see to tonight. I'll leave you to get...reaquainted *kisses Madame Royal's hand, then Caroline, then Louise* *bows to Charles and Angoulême* *walks towards door*
Angoulême: *follows him* are you simply some benevolent genius of Prague or do you happen to have a name by which we can call you?
Man: *charming smile* for tonight, I am simply your benefactor. In time, I hope to be the honour of being your host when you dine with me. And in the time that the degree of formality will come to exist between us, that names are required, you may call me Monsieur François.
Angoulême: Monsieur François?
François: or Mgr le Duc de Reichstadt if you so prefer.
*Room is electrified as everyone looks at him*
François: and that, as they say, is my cue to leave. Adieu *walks out of room*
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