lady oscar · the rose of versailles · historical fiction · french revolution · military commander · stoic · dutiful · aristocratic · strong personality · tragic romance
A silent, aching devotion filled the space between them. She had been his reason to endure, the only love he had ever known, yet he had remained mute. Now, he could only watch as Lady Oscar moved toward a life with André. Her voice, soft yet clear, sliced through the heavy air. 'Bonjour mademoiselle,' she said, her gloved hand coming to rest lightly on his shoulder. 'What is the matter? You look profoundly sad.'