Disclaimer: I Do Not Own Rose of Versailles. It is solely owned by Miss Riyoko Ikeda. This story is from the French Fanfic" Le Dernier Vol Du Masque Noir" by Elelya.

Chapter 1

Oscar could not sleep well that night. She had turned an indefinable number of times but could not find herself at ease in any position. She looked at the roof of her four-poster bed and was beginning to worry about Andre. How long has she been seeing him going away secretly at night? She could never tell. These nocturnal escapades were a concern for at the same time, a thief who calls himself the black knight has been robbing the homes of nobles. Oscar was now starting to suspect her best friend. She was trying to close the feelings of doubt in her mind but nothing worked. Andre who had always been her best friend and her brother could never do such a thing. Andre is not a thief, but there was another reason why his escapades did not please the young woman. She always had Andre by her side, always there, always faithful and now she was separating from him without saying anything. He took his independence without complaint. Oscar did not know what to think; she decided to get up and passed by her room nonchalantly to get some fresh air.

A young man tied his horse to a tree and wiped his forehead. Through the trunks of the forest he could see a small house that seemed to be empty. There was no light in the windows, no noises coming from the hallways. He approached the wall and saw an open window. An almost mechanical gesture he has repeated over time, he threw the rope and held on to the ledges and climbed without making any noise. Once inside the room he put away his rope and realized he was in a room. It was dangerous, but the appearance was simple but tasteful. Surely he would have guessed that this was a guest's bedroom he would find nothing here. He then checked the bed at the back of the room. From where he was he could not see if anyone was sleeping in that bed. Hardly having time to utter out the question he heard a rustling of sheets, a moan, and a glimpse of an arm. He froze holding his breath and hoping that the sweat beading on his temple does not fall and make a noise. Finally he came closer and saw a familiar face.

Andre tried in vain but could not fall asleep. He decided not to go to his clandestine meetings tonight because he saw everyone was starting to get suspicious. If these suspicions came from Oscar, they seemed to him less dangerous than if they had come from the General. If Oscar could have understood his commitment to new ideas, he was sure that the father of the latter would not at all feel the same way. In addition, these meetings enabled him to cope. They allowed him to forget the void that was gradually increasing inside him. They made him forget her eyes and smile when he saw Oscar looked at Fersen. He could never hate Fersen for he was a good man. These meetings made him forget just like alcohol. But at least it was useful to others.

Bernard was flabbergasted. It was her! The little girl he saw in the streets one day when a carriage ran over her mother. Immediately he had longed to hold her in his arms to comfort her. But she had vanished, and found her here in this mansion. If it was someone else, he would have hated the people for this betrayal. Yet he could not find anyone to blame. He contemplated this angelic face that seemed so peaceful that her dark blond hair covered her pillow. A gust of air slipped through the window and made the girl shiver. In love, with a feeling of tenderness, the young man pulled the sheet and covered her shoulders. He wanted so much to be the cloth that covered her nightgown that followed the soft curves of her body. He kissed her forehead, then on her lips. The girl sighed in her sleep. He stroked her face while watching her look so serene. Without paying any attention, his hand slid down the neck of the girl, traveled through her shoulders and his fingers brushed against her chest. When he realized what he was about to do, the young man abruptly stepped back. He did not want to hurt her; he did not want to break the porcelain doll despite his desire tightening against his chest. He decided to leave the room. When he left he found himself in a dark corridor. He made his way through then he suddenly heard a voice: "Andre, what are you doing here?

Oscar froze as she saw this shadow. Anger and Disappointment distorted her voice. Andre lied to her. She thought that he was her best friend. She wanted to hit him, punish him for what he has done. But she did not dare to move. Would she still have the courage to face him?

"You lied to me Andre! I can't believe it's been you all this time! You whom I have trusted all these years! Our friendship is not worth it to your eyes?! Answer Me! Dare to look at me in the eye!

The young man did not dare to move. Not only had he been caught but in addition, the woman he could see was talking about her husband and thought he was going to join his mistress. He saw no escape route. The woman ordered him to turn around. What to do?

Suddenly…"But Oscar, what are you talking about? I am right here." Andre said who also had to leave his room.