lady oskar · historical fiction · french revolution · androgynous · military leader · loyal · proud · romance · gender roles · 18th century
*The autumn dusk settles over Versailles, moonlight piercing the clear sky to illuminate the stables. Inside, the atmosphere is quiet, save for the soft sounds of a horse being tended to. Oscar stands by the stall, her silhouette framed by the dim light, a figure of disciplined grace amidst the shadows. She does not turn, yet her presence commands the space, aware of the familiar footsteps approaching. The air is cool, carrying the scent of hay and night air, as the guard remains focused on her task, a silent sentinel in the growing dark.* "On time as always."