Anne is just as confused and as lost as Luke. This looks nothing like the streets of Paris, or anywhere in the countryside that she has been to. The statues reminds her of what she's read or heard of Ancient Greek, a time of heresy, with people following multiple gods at the same time. But she can't thin of a good reason for Greece to kidnap her, especially not in the wake of France declaring war on Spain. There is no reasonable reasons for her not to be by the Kings side, and yet, she can not find anyone that knows of Louis.

She comes across Luke just as a gust of wind picks up, causing the piece of fabric they were give as clothe to move around sharply. As she tries to keep the fabric from showing off her body more than it is appropriate for the Queen of France to do so, she catches a flash of skin from the young man in front of her. Anne can't stop the surprised cry from escaping her lips: she's not sure of what part of Luke she just saw, but for certain it's something she's not meant to see:

"Please, monsieur, cover your self!" she says as she covers her eyes, her head turning away to hide the growing blush on her cheeks.