The park of Versailles, bathed in the black. The moon is not yet lifted. Two shadows slip into the grove of Venus. It is the cardinal de Rohan and a woman calling the countess de La Motte-Valois. We are the 11th of August, 1784. Hidden in the darkness, the couple waits. The man is eager to meet the object of his desires. The countess, who is his mistress complacent, knows how to find the words soothing to calm the impatience of the cardinal. The minutes tick by, endless. Finally, the first light of the moon, they see approaching a young woman dressed in a d…
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