The Prince, in Paris solely for the wedding, enters to accept congratulations and speak briefly,

Yes, the Spanish lass will do nicely to secure our Iberian interests and reassure the rest of Europe we are not idly adventuring against the interests of our fellow Christian kingdoms. I am pleased with the match. She's been quiet and most accomodating thus far.

A grimace then crosses the Prince's face momentarily as he continues in a lower voice,

Unfortunately the girl's picking up French at an unholy pace. I suspect my worthy sister is giving her lessons.

Shaking that off, Louis goes on,

More importantly all this ceremony has left me unable to properly see to the siege at Zaragosa, which is going to drag on another season at this rate. At least the Spanish have moved into the region to offer some aid, it will be nice to see those javelins of theirs in action against men!

At any rate, thanks and such, best of luck with your campaigns up here, particularly yours Mon Pere!

With that the Prince sweeps out of the chamber once more, muttering something about Constance that is all but inaudible,

...hope we find the wench a good Greek to marry, see how she takes to his boyfriends...