A/N: I needed to have one fanfic where I ship my own character with one of the Amis. I hope y'all like! :)
Disclaimer: I own nothing but Victorie. If I was half as good of a writer as Victor Hugo, I would not be living in the small town that I do. :)
A girl in a very tattered gown wandered down the streets of Paris. Her black locks were matted and her deep, forest green eyes spoke of defeat. She was tired. Her body was physically ready to give up; it had never had to endure this much before. She slid down against a wall and buried her head in her lap.
"What are you doing?" a soft male voice asked. The girl jumped up immediately. She had been taught to be wary of the men of the streets. This particular one did not lash out at her or reach for her with greedy hands. No, this one gently took her hands in his and searched her face for any sign of hurt.
She shook her head, unable to speak. He tried again. "How did you come to be here and how can I help?"
In a small voice, the girl spoke for the first time. "I ran away. My father is opposed to the coming revolution as he is rich and a friend of the king. I, for one, am for it. I can't provide any help in a home where I am locked away. But alas, now that I am out, I have no where to go, no clue as to who I need to talk to."
The man smiled. "I know just the man. He so happens to be my flat mate. I bet we can arrange a place for you to stay as well. My name is Courfeyrac."
This caused the girl to smile in return. "And I am Victorie."