Disclaimer: I do not own Rose of Versailles.
A/N: I got this idea from when Louis Joseph says to Oscar that he loves her and wants Oscar to wait for him. Then this idea just sprang to me, so thus this story was born.
Man groaned and clutched his head. One minute he was fine, and then he was clubbed in the back of his head. He sat up and realized that he was on the stone floor without any windows. The metal door was only entrance and exit. He looked around him. Chains, cuffs, clubs, whips, and few other torture instruments were scattered on the floor. Fearing what would come next, he yelled in despair, calling out his wife's name. Then the metal door creaked, revealing one blond boy who the man recognized immediately and two biggest and roughest guards he'd ever seen in his entire life. Not even men in Company B of the French Guard would able to overpower them.
"Andre Grandier?" asked the boy.
"Y..yes, your highness." said Andre as he bowed to the deceased Crown Prince, Louis Joseph.
"So you thought that you could get away with your crime?" asked the boy as he signed to guards. They immediately lifted Andre up and chained him to the wall. Andre struggled, but two guards didn't even react to his struggle and had firm grip on each of his arm until he was chained to the wall.
"What crime?" asked Andre as he looked at Louis Joseph.
"For stealing away Crown Princess!" exclaimed the boy furiously.
"C..Crown Princess?! I never have done that sort of thing! You must have gotten wrong man!" yelled Andre, defending himself.
"You, sir, had committed a crime that is very severe, and yet, you're telling me that you're innocent? Guards, let her in!" commanded young prince. One of the guards opened the metal door and motioned to the person who was waiting. When the person entered the room, Andre couldn't help himself but to gasp in both surprise and admiration. There she was, Oscar, his Oscar, dressed in very same dress she wore that night. Her hair, fan, and jewelry was exactly the same, just like she was going to the very same ball that she went. But her eyes, instead of shining in happiness when she was with him, her eyes were now cold as ice, as if she despised him.
"Is this him, Crown Princess?" asked the boy as he turned to her.
"Yes, your highness, that is the man who had forced me to marry him."
"What?!" yelled Andre in shock. "Oscar, my love, it's me, Andre! Don't you remember me?!"
"Quiet! Evidence is enough, Andre Grandier. Since this is serious offence, I have no choice but to execute you on this spot! Guards!"
Two guards aimed their guns toward Andre. As in final try, Andre tried to convince young prince's decision. He then turned to cold Oscar and tried to regain her memory of him. But no one listened. No one even budged from their decision despite Andre's struggle. Giving up, he slumped and squeezed his eyes and waited for fatal word.
"FIRE!" yelled Louis Joseph.
"Ahhhh!!" yelled Andre as he sat up. Panting, he looked around. No dungeon, no chains on his arm, no guards, and no young angry prince. Instinctively, he ran his hands to where bullet should be. He felt nothing except the bullet hole that caused his death. His wife, his Oscar, rubbed her eyes, also sat up and wrapped her arms around him. Resting her head on his shoulder she whispered, "You had that dream again, didn't you?"
Dropping his head, he answered, "Yeah."
Oscar laughed softly. "You do realize that we're both, you know, passed on? So thus, we can't die again?"
"Well, you're not the one who's being haunted by a child who's in love with your wife who is old enough to be his mother."
"Andre, do you think seven year old boy would go on angry rampage over a woman who is old enough to be her mother?"
"…Based on my dream? Yes."
Oscar smiled and kissed on his cheek. She then pushed Andre to bed and pulled sheet over their bodies.
"Good night, Andre. Sweet dreams…or not."