D'Artagnan's eyes narrowed as he stared with his mouth open slightly at the King.
Phillippe looked into Michelle's eyes. "However I have wronged you, I will make amends. Whatever the cost," he said softly. He half turned to Celeste. "Help her."
But everyone that had heard what had come out of his mouth, was staring at him, frozen. But Celeste was frozen with happiness. This was how a king should be.
"Now!" snapped Phillippe, slipping back into his act of Louis.
Celeste jumped slightly. She came forward and guided Michelle away.
Phillippe had realized his blunder by now, but he was past carrying. No one should ever treat a lady like that.
Suddenly, the music stopped. Everyone was staring at the main doorway.
Anne was standing there. She had never looked so beautiful. She was wearing a bright gown, which she had not done in years. Her hair was shinning and had little strings of jewels woven into it. Everyone stared as she slowly approached the King.
Phillippe felt his heart jump. His mother.
She stopped in front of him and dipped a low curtsy, bowing her head.
He took her hand and raised it to his lips.
Everyone glanced at each other. They couldn't believe it! The moment struck them as beautiful and they applauded loudly.
Phillippe sat back down and had a chair brought for his mother and she sat next to him. He waved for the dancing to continue.