The beginning of the New Order from the point of view of Orczy's four favorite Frenchmen. An historically inaccurate account, but I hope it's pretty much canon. Besides, this concept would. Not. Leave. Me. Alone.

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Have a great Bastille Day everyone.


The Ever Glorious 14th Of July


Liberte. . .

Strange dreams. The night had stalked with the phantoms of the mind - both real and imagined - and it was a night well suited for the red sunrise.

Armand St. Just woke to find that the world had changed. Strange perhaps, but true that he was of no illusions that it was for the better, but at least he knew it was not for the worse.

He hoped.

The night before he had heard the rumblings which issued from the general direction of the Bastille - like a giant attempting to digest a meal - and he had known then that France would never be the same. Time and Tide would forever run in the direction of New France and, he supposed, one would have to make the best of it.

Perhaps there was one less obstacle now, that could stand between him and Angele de St. Cyr. . .

He had seen the changes coming, and so had she - they had hoped for several years now that they would come in time for them.

Armand opened the window sash and drew in a deep breath of the morning air.

It was the air of freedom.