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He was furious, stunned, confused, and incredibly afraid of what he might discover going forward with that story. That scoundrel had kidn*pped Antoinette because he was infatuated, she had helped and protected him, on the way back. There was a veiled complicity in their gazes, dangerous, he dared say. He had pretended not to care, not even to see her, but now that feeling overwhelmed him and he couldn't help but think what motivation she had had to help him and look at him that way. He had to run to her, see her and talk to her and that was why he had left the Bastille in a hurry and found himself back in the palace, in front of the princess' rooms. He had already asked a servant to send for her and now he was walking, back and forth along the corridor, in front of her door, with his hea
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