Marguerite is currently kneeling in front of the emperor with a dozen women or so. They all lift their hands towards him in a receiving pose, and a small pouch is deposited in their palms one at a time. They have been standing in this position for so long now, Marguerite is finally able to stand up and sighs in relief. She feels the urge to massage her soared knees but restrains herself in public. The others look unphased, as always. It's amazing how big the gap between her and them is.
She can only open the pouch in her room. After a few more speeches and whatnot, they are finally excused. They are given a week's vacation to go visit their family and celebrate if they wish to. Marguerite isn't sure where she should go at that time, but Edward said he would take care of everything, therefore she doesn't fret too much.
