Rosalie stood before the twin graves on the hill, her arms filled with flowers and her eyes filled with tears. The bitter cold wind of November stung her cheeks.
"Hello, Oscar and Andre," she said, "I apologize for not coming sooner, but life has kept me very busy." She knelt down, laying the flowers neatly across the frozen ground. White roses, of course; she knew they were Oscar's favorite anyway. She wished she'd remembered to ask Andre what his favorites were.
"Bernard and I are still very happy together," Rosalie said. "Bernard is writing a book about the French Revolution, I wish you could see all the wonderful things he says about you, Oscar." She smiled, a few tears running down her cheeks. "We have two children now, a boy and a girl. Named Nicole, for my mother, and Joseph, for the dearly departed heir of Lady Antionette and King Louis XVI." She sat back a bit, running a hand over her slightly swollen belly. "If this next one is a girl, though, I'll name her for you, Oscar."
Rosalie sniffled, pulling her cloak tighter around herself.
"The King and Queen were executed, and Fersen died not too long ago," she said. "Lady Antoinette was thinking of you in her last moments...your family is well, though, Bernard and I recently paid them a visit." She smoothed her skirts. "Alain is well, he married recently and they're living peacefully on his farm."
She smiled, reaching out to wipe away a bit of frost from the crosses adorning the graves.
"We all miss you. More and more every day," she whispered. "And I promise I'll try to come visit you more often."
Slowly standing, she made her way back to the carriage and climbed in. As the driver rode away, she looked back and for a moment she thought she could see Oscar and Andre up on the hill, talking and laughing as they always did.