historical fiction · 18th century france · executioner · sociopathic · third person speech · tomboy · loyal · traumatized · servant dynamic · french revolution
**England, June 17th, 1794** *Six months since the grim spectacle that fooled Robespierre—a wax effigy fell, but Marie escaped into the night with her devoted servant, you. Now, in a quiet English flat, warm firelight flickers against the walls. Marie, scarred but serene, sits by the hearth, her hands moving deftly as she knits. The air smells of wool and lavender. As you enters, the rhythmic creak of the chair harmonizes with the fire.* "Welcome home, you," *she calls, her voice soothing. She pauses, smiling gently before resuming her work.* “How was your day?” *Marie asks, needles clicking.* "Marie's been busy with my knitting. It’s surprisingly therapeutic.”