Guten morgen!
Guten morgen.
Dauphine!
Stop.
Toinette!
Think of your duty to me, Toinette,
your duty to Austria,
to the house of Habsburg, to the Holy Roman Empire
and your duty to France.
I'm gonna look ridiculous.
- You'll look French. - French.
I have taken it upon myself
to prepare her for Versailles, Count Mercy.
Charlotte was ideal for the position,
but she was snapped up by Naples.
That's right...
France has perfected the art of etiquette.
Our curtsies are copied all over the world.
The first one is a simple bow.
The second is the queen of curtsies.
Lower.
- No. - The head to the side.
As you can see, she has a long way to go.
Versailles is quick to pick up on imperfections.
They have asked us to confirm she is menstruating.
- We have not complied. - And again.
Should we hold her back?
Anti-Austrian elements at Versailles would twist it to their advantage.
We can't let a minor setback
stand in the way of Austrian diplomacy.
She is the final piece in the Habsburg-Bourbon puzzle.
Toinette.
This is Count Mercy, our ambassador to France.
Archduchess.
Mercy will be your mentor at Versailles.
Your French master is waiting for you.
Excuse me, Count Mercy.
Duty calls.
She will need all the assistance we can give her.
Is that good enough for Versailles?
No!
Mama.
No. That's enough.
It's goat's cheese mixed with yoghurt.
Your father spread it on his toast.
He did not.
Use it at night to clean your face.
If I look like this on my wedding night,
will Louis declare his love for me?
Entertain the Dauphin. Laughter brings joy to a marriage.
Should I entertain him in bed?
The marriage bed is the place where husband and wife
lie together in the greatest intimacy.
Louis will guide you, like your father guided me.
Papa... was gentle,
- but firm. - Ma! Stop.
Your job is to deliver the heir.
What if I can't?
You will have failed in your duty,
but most of all,
you will have failed me.
Do I look like a French princess?
You will always be an Austrian archduchess.
Who comes first, Austria or France?
Who do you think?
Won't they hate me for being Austrian?
Let me stay. Let me stay, please.
I can go next year.
Or even the year after.
- You can't stay, Toinette. - Why? Why not?
The contract has been signed and sealed.
Please...
Mama, don't.
Don't make me go. I...
I will write to you.
You may go now.
Go!
All right, stop!
Whoa, there. Okay.
Attention!
The moment you cross the border,
you will represent the Habsburg Empire.
Come, Mops.
I am Madame de Noailles, mistress of your household.
Curtsy.
Take the dog.
No. That's my dog.
Your dog is not welcome here.
Where are you taking him?
Back to Austria, where it belongs.
Let's go!
Wait!
Mops.
A French princess does not display her feelings...
and never cries in public.
We will be staying overnight at Compiègne, the royal lodge.
You'll be presented to His Majesty, the King.
You will address him as "Sire."
And then Louis-Auguste, heir apparent
following the untimely death of his father,
you will address him as "Monsieur."
Louis-Stanislas-Xavier,
Comte de Provence, heir presumptive,
you will address him as "sir."
Monsieur!
Where is Louis?
- Coming, Sire. - So is she!
- Monsieur! - Find him.
Find him!
- Monsieur! - Monsieur!
Monsieur!
Here you are. Welcome.
You curtsy to His Majesty.
Oh, nonsense. There's no need to stand on ceremony here.
Oh, no, you can save that for Versailles.
It is an honour to make your acquaintance, Monsieur.
Madame.
Oh, no. This is Provence, Louis's brother.
Oh, here he is. Louis.
Louis. Here.
What have you caught?
Yes.
Oh, do stop. Do stop.
You're making our heads spin.
Sorry.
Now come and meet the family.
Yes?
My daughters,
Adelaide and Victoire.
Mesdames.
The Duc de Chartres.
I'm a cousin.
What a pleasure.
Ah, and this is the Princess de Lamballe,
an Italian member of our family by marriage.
It is possible that you are prettier than your picture?
Thank you.
Um... Let's have a little lunch.
What are you laughing at?
She is amused by your manners, Mesdames.
I mean, who wouldn't be?
So just...
Or perhaps our Orleans cousin here
will have to teach us all a lesson in decorum.
I can't wait.
Entertain the Dauphin. Laughter brings joy to a marriage.
What is your favourite sport, Monsieur?
Oh, lads.
You're in demand.
I'm the plat du jour.
Please, don't get up.
Have you all been waiting for me?
What time do you call this?
My cabriolet broke down.
What is it with those wheels?
Well, then you must have a calèche for the country?
Yes.
Who is she?
The Countess is here to entertain Papa Roi.
I can do that. I can be very entertaining.
Would you like to feed me, Monsieur?
Clumsy idiot.
- Speak up. - Shut up.
- We can't hear you. - Shut up.
Now...
Move.
Stop.
Provence cannot forgive his elder brother
for stealing his crown.
Does he wash?
Louis... lives in a world of his own.
How am I supposed to share a bed with...
a boy who... smells?
He hunts every morning.
He won't change his routine, not even for you.
But he's a good boy.
Provence is the one with the waspish tongue.
At least he spoke to me.
These two, they...
they terrify me.
When I first arrived at Versailles, I could not believe my eyes.
"Lamballe," I said,
"are they the King's daughters, or are they medieval witches?
Will they curtsy or burn me at the stake?"
They don't like me.
They don't like anyone,
but they will soon learn to love you.
You are adorable.
- It's not gonna bite you. - It might.
It's not gonna bite you.
First impressions?
The little Archduchess, she...
she seemed full of beans, didn't she, eh?
If she were a filly,
I'd say she has strong hind legs and a frisky tail,
but she should have fewer oats in her fodder.
Short, skinny, flat-chested,
flat feet, and she's a "ginga."
I wouldn't say she's that bad.
Did you see that vile Habsburg lower lip?
So common.
- She's too dreadful for words. - Dreadful.
- Stop that. - Stop what?
Being my echo.
Remind me, Du Barry, where were you educated?
Was it a... slum in Marseilles or on the streets of Paris?
Well, it won't be long before she delivers your son.
Come on. Ya!
I'm not ready to be a father.
We must get to know our little Dauphine.
Let's keep her in our sights, Provence.
I enjoy target practice.
Why don't we go with them?
French protocol.
You must spend your first night at Versailles
with Louis...
as husband and wife.
I can't imagine
what...
what's going to happen tomorrow.
- Don't ask. - Will he try...?
Will he try to kiss me?
Get down on your knees and pray that he doesn't.
Do I have to kiss him?
You must know. You're married.
I'm...
I'm a widow.
Goodnight.
- Sweet dreams. Sleep well. - We have a full agenda tomorrow.
Curtsy.
The Duc de Choiseul.
His Majesty's Prime Minister.
Welcome to Versailles, Dauphine.
Choiseul is the architect of the Austro-French alliance.
We prefer to call it the Franco-Austrian alliance.
This is the man who chose you to marry the Dauphin.
Will he speak to me?
I'm certain he will with your encouragement.
When you arrive at Versailles,
everyone will be staring at you, Toinette.
They won't be looking at your pretty face
or your elegant dress.
They will be gazing at the future Queen of France.
Any imperfections will reflect badly on you,
but of more importance, they will reflect badly on me.
Take it very slowly.
I tripped.
- So what? - Well, they noticed.
Who cares if they did?
How was the mistress of your household?
She ordered me to curtsy. She said it again.
- Calm down. - And she took my pug at the border.
Why?
He was too Austrian.
I will raise the matter through diplomatic channels.
- Don't tell Mama. - That won't be necessary.
I found
a casket of jewels.
They belonged to Louis's late mother.
They are yours now.
Who lived here?
The Dauphine. Louis's mother.
Is this...? Is this the dead Dauphine?
Don't speak about her like that.
Her memory's sacred to anybody who served her.
- Monsieur! - Monsieur!
Monsieur!
It's time to get ready, Sire.
Fuck off.
The late Dauphine left instructions for your daily routine.
You'll rise every morning and say your prayers.
You have 15 minutes to complete your ablutions.
Three minutes with a hair brush will suffice.
Vanity will not be tolerated at Versailles.
Stop.
Stop!
Chilly enough for you, Monsieur?
You will be dressed in public under strict rules of precedence.
No one can touch the Dauphine
other than the mistress of her household,
members of the royal family or a princess of the blood.
Any questions?
Did she leave any instructions for my wedding night?
No.
What is required of me?
God will be your guide.
What has God got to do with it?
She seems a little underdeveloped to me.
I was fully formed at her age.
You think...? You think she's ready?
- I can prepare her. - Yeah.
My boy would like that.
Has your boy discovered his prick?
He could start by putting his hand down his trousers.
Touchy.
You cross my grandson,
and you cross me.
When you give birth to the Bourbon heir,
you will guarantee peace for our ancient empires.
The fate of millions of people rests on your slim shoulders, Toinette.
Oopsy.
Will you have this man to be your husband?
Will you have this man to be your...?
I will.
You may kiss the bride.
Put him in bed With the Empress's daughter.
Early in the morning.
He's gonna breach the Austrian border.
Early in the morning.
Way hay and up he rises Early in the morning.
May I offer you a seat, Countess?
Good work, Noailles.
The only thing that's missing is her wimple.
This is Versailles, Countess, not a brothel.
Sit down.
Keep watch over her and report back to me.
Until she produces an heir, we are not home and dry.
Little angel.
Right. That's better.
- What shall I do with these, sir? - Wear them.
These are girls' clothes.
How else are you going to enter her bedchamber unnoticed?
Your name is Julie now.
Tread carefully.
French knives are being sharpened all over the palace.
Yes, sir.
Have you prepped her for tonight?
We assumed the Empress would do that.
Did your mother explain the mechanics?
What goes where, who does what?
Hail Mary full of grace, the Lord is with thee.
Blessed art thou among women...
I can teach you...
the art of seduction.
Teach me.
Please, I must do my duty.
Another time, I promise.
I promise.
Oh, it's your big night tonight.
Madame.
Enjoy.
Monsieur?
Hello.
Imbecile!
I feel...
nothing.
Guten morgen!
- Guten morgen! - Guten morgen.
You failed to perform your duty.
The Empress will be informed.
You are in France, Dauphine. Our rules. Our etiquette.
Your duty is to give them an heir and bring stability to our people.
Don't let me down. You will be a French princess.
In Versailles, no one is what they seem.
Every slip, every imperfection, will be used against you.
The fate of millions of people rests on your slim shoulders, Toinette.
Just do your duty. You won't let me down.
What have you done to me, Mama?
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