Oscar had understood the motives of Marie-Antoinette. Antoinette did not trust anyone, but Oscar and Fersen. While walking on the shore, Oscar thought for a second, "What if she had known?". This would become one of the biggest surprises for her. She smiled unintentionally, what kind of tragedy she was in. Why God had wanted such a thing, why these three people, were born in different countries and now were part of a huge tragedy? A strong wind blew loudly. All of these ideas left her mind with a deep salty breath.  Antoinette did not want to send Oscar to another place. She had realized that Oscar had a problem, so she wanted her to take a rest and come after that. If she still demands the same thing, Antoinette would change her position.

Oscar was now in Normandy. She had not seen Andre since that horrible night. Winds were helping her to close her ears to the voices from her head. It was afternoon.

How he could do it? Andre was her friend. No! More than that. He was in her life for years. He had known every secrets of her, even the ones she forgot... They were swore to protect each other until the death. How could he? Her trust to Andre was declining. How could she rely on him anymore? “What if, again?” When she had stopped talking to herself and walked to ship-wreck on the shore, the last word she had whispered was "Why?"

Sky and the sea were turning into red. This red was not the red of passion, but it was red of bloody tears. She still could not stopped thinking about Fersen. He was always there, even in the most silent moments of her mind. She did not need to remember it, we can not remember unless we forget...

Her one way love had made her wear a dress, go to a ball, and dance with him. For just a second, those arms had embraced her. She was thirsty to that feeling, that excitement, that tiny beats on her heart... She had done something; she would have never done otherwise. It was her debt to that love.

Sun had started to disappear, waves were all red. What if it was Andre's debt? A debt to years... She could not exactly know when he started to love her. Now, thinking about past made her believe that it all started long ago. For years, Andre loved her and he had done nothing. Nothing... Then she had told him that she did not need him anymore... Everything was clearer. You can not judge anyone if you had done the same thing.

"My love to Fersen, Andre's love to me... Both are one way loves...So I should avoid seeing him"

It was better for everyone. "How could I be such blind?" Her anger to what Andre had done, did not fly in a second. But she could not be cruel to him either.

For three months, Oscar tried to heal her soul.  Weather of Normandy had always been good for her. First weeks, her mind was full of Fersen and Andre.  Then these ideas left their place to the state of hope again. Andre should get better like her. Her story about Fersen was over. He was still somewhere inside her. Sometimes Fersen's face was coming in front of her eyes for a second. At that moments, her heart was beating fast, she was breathing deeply, then with a wind, that scene was flying away.

Oscar was drinking tea near the window when Nanny entered the room.  

NANNY Lady Oscar, M. Gerodere came to visit you? 

OSCAR Take him here...