All of my commrades that had embarked on the journey to uncover the mystery of my sister's death and NQM have all long gone passed away. Queen Elizabeth of England has long since died also, so that leaves me a lonely man.
The only one I loved, Anna Rochford was murdered through the crisis that changed all of our lives. Why do I inform you of such deep events? Because I am on my death bed, reflecting my short life. Though I met many people in this lifetime, none of them are surrounding to be ready to mourn. No matter what you do, you will die alone. Though it is a comforting feeling to have others around you as you slip away from this world.
As I open my eyes from what seems a never ending sleep, I see guards surrounding me. I can barely sit up, for my joints are disingrating. "What is possibly so important to disturb a man on his death bed?" Though this seems as a joke because I've been wearing women's attire to hide myself among those who had tried to kill me during the revolution.
One guard spoke loud and clearly. "D'Eon de Beaumont. You are charged with the murders of Lia de Beaumont, Anna Rochford, Queen Marie, and King Luis XV. You are ordered to court immeadetly."
I feel a sudden blow to my mental chest. It has been so many years since these people had died. And I had no part in their deaths. What could have possibly happened? Calmly I say, "What evidence proves such a haneious crime?" I stand.
"A Psalm."
"Ps- Psalm?!"
"Yes."
I know every Psalm ever spoken. Ever written. Lia had passed them on to me when she finally left this world...what's going on?
I swallow hard and look at the men. They have guns that could easily wipe me out.
"Please change into the propper attire to your gender."
He throws me something like what I used to wear before these dresses.
"We will give you time to change, but then you are ordered to come with us. Understood?"
"Yes."
In the time of only two minutes was I changed and thrown into a carriage and off to the bastile. I cannot help but think to myself, "What has happened?"