He looked up suddenly and saw Antoinette. She was in a gallery close to the altar, and he saw that she was leaning forward and that she was quietly weeping.
He paused and she smiled at him through her tears, while many witnessed their exchange of glances, sensing their emotion and their affection in those long looks they gave each other. Some wept, and all applauded, crying: “Long live the King and his Queen!”
It was a moving moment, a departure from tradition; and never, it was said, were there a King and a Queen so devoted to one another as this King and Queen.
As soon as he was able he joined Antoinette. She held out her hands to him and lifted her face to his.
“We will always be together,” said Louis.
She nodded mutely, for she, who was much more easily moved than he was, had at this time nothing to say.
Flaunting, Extravagant Queen - Jean Plaidy