— Life is leaving my body, but my wits remain. The King loves my wife.
— What?
— Yes. The King of France wants the only possession I am unable to relinquish, my wife. But, Sire, I too love Angelique. And since I cherish my King more than my own life, existence had become too heavy a burden to bear.
— My friend.
— I pray Your Majesty will forgive me for being so brutally forthright. The only excuse is my present situation.
