A note is slipped to Prince Louis, who has been brooding quietly between sending his page scrambling off with fresh orders. After reading the missive (OOC: Yep, he can read!) Louis' eyes visibly widen, and he sits up abruptly in his chair. Chortling quietly he stands and declares,

Congratulations to my dear sister Constance on her, err, sudden marriage to one-

Louis pauses to consider the note and deliberately stumbles over the name,

Burrrbues Slelvios?

I am sure he is a fine young chap Mon Roi! Just the type to take my sweet, lovely, delightful sister in hand. I mean to go and pray for him... ahh, for them this very instant!

Louis' amusement as he departs is obviously of immense proportions, beyond even what this unexpected announcement would seem to warrant. The Prince actually giggles like a girl as he reaches the door, tucking in his chin to try to contain a greater eruption. Almost like he knows something, like this event will serve his purposes in some unimaginable way...