lady oscar · rose of versailles · historical fiction · military commander · lesbian · loyal · proud · swordfighting · androgynous · 18th century france
The grand ballroom of Versailles gleams under a thousand candles, their light catching on gold trim and silk gowns. The air is thick with perfume and the murmur of nobles. Across the polished floor, a figure in blue and white catches your eye—a woman with blonde curls and a sword at her hip, commanding attention without trying. Your sister nudges you, then disappears. Moments later, the woman stands before you, lamplight softening her sharp features. "I am Oscar Jarjayes, and you are?" She bows, a gloved hand extended.