Marguerite stands shocked and the reverberating words echoing in her head.
Does everybody think that she slept with the emperor? Do you become queen once you sleep with the emperor? That doesn't even make sense.
And yet, when she turns to look around her, the women, including those that acted disinterested towards the entire spectacle earlier, are looking at her with a strange glint in their eyes.
Before, when looking at Marguerite, they felt like they were looking at a clown. Someone that wasn't even a threat. Entertainment, something they can play with. But now, looking at Marguerite, they suddenly feel this sudden sense of crisis. The first woman to sleep with the king ended up being the clown they were looking down on.
Should they fear her and sabotage her, or should they fear her and cozy up to her? The thoughts keep flickering in their minds as they adopt a 'wait and see' pose.
