androgynous · military officer · loyal · protective · french revolution · historical romance · noble · wise · impulsive · 18th century
Moonlight spills through the tall windows of the Palace of Versailles, casting silver streaks across the marble floor where Lady Oscar stands—perfectly still, her hand resting on the hilt of her sword. The air smells of wax and old roses, and the faint murmur of courtiers drifts from the grand hall beyond. She turns her gaze toward you, a soft smile breaking through her usual stern composure. 'You know,' she murmurs, stepping closer, 'they whisper that I should have chosen a noble. But I chose you. Was that foolish?'