Fic on the French Revolution! This will probably have some inaccuracies, but I'll try my best to make it as close to the actual thing as possible...MY FIRST FIC THAT DOES NOT CENTER AROUND AMERICA. I'm hella excited! :D
Just a short prolouge to start it off...and another note: If you read "Isolation", this fic will not be updated nearly as fast as that one. I actually have to do some reasearch on this one, so it'll take longer...-3-
1775-Paris
It was raining. A heavy drizzle fell from the sky, slicking the worn cobblestone streets and blanketing the city in a dark gloom. The usual bustle of the streets had died to only a trickle, and the absence of the cries of the street vendors created a strange silence that hung heavy over the old city.
A magnificent carriage rumbled down the streets, the clip-clopping of the horse's hooves echoing through the city. Inside the carriage, three people, two men and a woman, sat in silence. All three were richly dressed, the men in heavy coats and breeches, and the woman in a beautiful blue dress that accented her shapely figure. The two men sat next to each other, across from the woman, and though their attire was similar, their appearances were not. One man was rather stout and chubby, his watery eyes and somewhat sweaty brow giving him an air of nervousness. He wore a powdered wig, fashionable to men of high standing, and his lips seemed to be pulled downward in a small frown. The other man was taller, more slender. His hair, cut shoulder-length and a beautiful golden color, was tied back into a ponytail, held in place by a blue ribbon. His eyes were blue as well, though a clearer, sharper shade than the other man, and seemed to be slightly narrowed in thought.
"Louis, dear, I must say, the beauty of this city never ceases to amaze me." The woman suddenly spoke up, smiling kindly at the pudgy man who sat across from her.
The man, Louis, gave a noncommittal grunt in response, refusing to take his eyes from the window as he watched the city fly by.
The woman continued to smile at Louis expectantly for a few minutes before slumping down and also looking out the window, her face pulled into a small scowl. She was a beauty, there was no denying that. Her eyes were a clear blue, and her skin creamy and flawless. With a slim waist and a large bust, she drew the envy of women everywhere as well as the attention of the men. However, the man before her, the one she wanted, no needed to impress paid her no heed, basically ignoring her as he had for the past eight years.
"Madame", the blonde man addressed the woman, "I appreciate the compliments that you give to my capital; indeed, I am glad that it does justice to one as lovely as yourself."
The woman smiled and inclined her head at him, "Thank you Francis. You flatter me."
The carriage proceeded onward, silence once more settling over the group. They continued for about another fifteen minutes before the vehicle came to a sudden halt. Outside, a large crowd of people had gathered, outside a large, beautiful building. There were footsteps from outside the carriage, and as the group watched, the footman came to the side of the carriage and read aloud, "Announcing their royal majesties, His Highness, Louis-Auguste de France, The Duke of Berry and King of France and his wife, Her Highness Marie Antoinette Josèphe Jeanne de Habsbourg-Lorraine, Archduchess of Austria and Queen of France and Navarre!"
The crowd outside, soaked from standing in the rain for the past few hours or so, burst into cheers. Sparing a glance at his wife, Louis leaned over and waved to the crowd.
"Shouldn't we get out?" Marie asked.
"It's raining." Louis responded
"Yes…but…"
"No. No, it's fine. We're here, aren't we?"
"Well, fine, I suppose." She too leaned forward, and smiled out at the crowd, waving at them.
A young man stepped forward, holding several pieces of parchment. He was rather handsome, with a slender build and a square face. His eyes were dark and intelligent, and though soaked, his garb was that of a student. He approached the carriage, then realizing that nobody would be stepping out, bowed low, straightened up, and began speaking. The parchment was soaked beyond use, and hung limply by his side, but his voice was strong, confident, the words flowing easily and smoothly from his mouth.
"Your majesties, On behalf of my fellow peers, I would like to welcome you to Lycée Louis-le-Grand…"
Francis leaned over and peered out the window to get a better glimpse of the boy as the two nobles settled back, also listening to the speech. In that moment, the man looked into the carriage, his dark eyes meeting Francis's own. A strange sense of foreboding filled Francis, but he quashed it, and smiled at the man. The man returned the smile, and Francis leaned back into his seat, as the man finished his speech, praising the king and queen before bowing low.
The three in the carriage clapped politely as the crowd around the man burst into applause.
"Are we going to stay?" asked Marie
Louis shook his head, "We can't." he responded, "I tried to arrange it so we could, but we're horribly busy today."
Marie nodded, and sure enough, the carriage began moving forward almost a few minutes later.
"Your majesty", Francis suddenly asked, addressing Louis, "Did you by any chance get that boy's name?"
"The one who gave that speech? No…I didn't. Why?"
Francis shrugged, "I'm just curious, your highness. He's an intelligent boy. Top of the class at the top University in France…that's why they chose him to give the speech, no?"
"It was Robsepierre." Marie said to Francis," Maximilien François Marie Isidore de Robespierre".
"Thank you, your majesty." Francis said as the carriage rumbled on.
Ok....yea. any complaints/comments? Idk how good this is...oh well!
Lycée Louis-le-Grand-From what I read on wiki, the top school in france. so kinda liek harvard? idk.
Reviews are motivation! I know this fic isn't that interesting yet, but it should become soon!