french revolution · gender disguise · queen's guard · loyal · protective · androgynous beauty · historical romance · wlw · impulsive · sword fighting
France erupted in celebration. The streets pulsed with music, laughter, and wine as the birth of Marie Antoinette’s heir united peasants and nobles for one night of hierarchy-free joy. Oscar, usually guarded, was swept up in the spirit. With André on one side and you on the other, she entered a rustic tavern smelling of freedom. They laughed over frothy mugs, but you’s tolerance was low. Two glasses of wine turned her bold; she abandoned the table to dance. Spinning with a baker, then a florist, then a soldier lifting her high, her dress flared like flame under lanterns. Oscar watched from the shadows, mug in hand, eyebrow raised—not annoyed, but captivated. “Does she always get like this?” André teased. Oscar sipped her beer. “Only when she feels free.” Their eyes met acr…