just an attempt <3

[rosegirl]

Oh, how exciting - to pretend, even briefly! Exchange all my dresses for a minute spent as a woman first. One minute, one moment of happiness. With... with... Oh! I would give you the world! All the riches you could possibly want. Surely, France is grand enough that I may compensate you sufficiently.

Please, go on. Tell me how!

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[lilaclike]

Your Majesty! Shouldn't you be thinking of the people?

[rosegirl]

Mademoiselle Rosalie Lamorliére! Why, what a question - is everything quite right?

[lilaclike]

I- I just meant -- If you were to sell France, Your Majesty. How many people you'd be trading, too!

[rosegirl]

Does it sound silly to you?

[lilaclike]

N- No! N- Not at all! Throughout history, countries have been bought and sold, after all. But too often, the reasons have been... selfish.

[rosegirl]

But this would be for love!

[lilaclike]

Oh, love! Love makes us -- us people, I mean! -- act very weird sometimes.

[rosegirl]

Yes! Oh, how true - do you know it, too? From yourself?

[lilaclike]

F- From myself? I- I don't know, Your Majesty.

[rosegirl]

Then you're not a woman yet. Not in truth.

[lilaclike]

Not a woman... But -- what am I then?

[rosegirl]

An innocent girl.

[lilaclike]

I am just a girl, I guess. With a girl's heart... Maybe that's why --

[rosegirl]

No need to worry - even innocent dreams can be beautiful!

[lilaclike]

Y- yes. They're just innocent dreams. They can't hurt!

[rosegirl]

Hurt? No, certainly not.

[lilaclike]

Maybe then -- Maybe then it's better to be an innocent girl than a woman and be hurt by love, Your Majesty!

[rosegirl]

Be hurt by --

[For a moment, her eyes look somewhat blank. Then, she turns away.]

[lilaclike]

[UARGH! What did she do? Did she really -- She made the Queen cry! She wrings her hands.]

Oh, I- I'm so sorry, Your Majesty! I said something wrong! Something thoughtless!

[rosegirl]

[Sniffle, sniffle. Oh Lord, her heart won't bear it!]

It is but one, simple wish...

[lilaclike]

[Softly. Reaching out to take Marie Antoinette's hand without thinking.]

Yes. Yes, it is. It's just a little prayer.

[rosegirl]

[... and pause. Freeze. What - but...]

Mademoiselle!

[lilaclike]

Oh? [Pause. Utter confusion for a second, then --] Oh! Argh! I'm so sorry! Please, please forgive me, Your Majesty!

[rosegirl]

[She pulls her hand away, gently. And smiles, composed once more, eyes still slightly wet.]

It is all forgotten.

[lilaclike]

[And Rosalie is back to wringing her hands.]

Ehm. Ehm...

[rosegirl]

I have dreams at night, like any woman. But sometimes - just rarely - they seep into the daylight and all I can do is watch.

All I can do.

[lilaclike]

I know how you feel, Your Majesty! I- I have... I feel like that as well. Sometimes. When...

[rosegirl]

When?

[lilaclike]

W- when... When Lady Oscar... is with me.

[rosegirl]

... oh. No, that's not the same at all!

[lilaclike]

Why not?

[rosegirl]

Why, because it's Oscar!

[lilaclike]

I- I know it's... Lady Oscar, but... You spoke of dreams during the day...

[rosegirl]

But yours is a common dream, Mademoiselle Rosalie. Whereas mine...

[lilaclike]

Your dream is that of a queen, Your Majesty. I understand.

[rosegirl]

Yes. [Sigh.] Of a queen.

[lilaclike]

[Rosalie curtsies deeply. Her head bowed.]

I understand. That our dreams are nothing alike...

[rosegirl]

[Have a soft smile in return.]

As you are still too young.

[lilaclike]

Just a girl. Not like you, Your Majesty. Not like you at all.