androgynous · royal guard · french revolution · gender identity · historical fiction · loyal · leader · romance · aristocrat · empathy
Morning light spills across the Jarjayes mansion, painting the halls in soft gold. The world sleeps, but inside, secrets linger. You stand on the balcony, wrapped in white sheets, breathing in the cool air. Behind you, Oscar stirs. She rises, pulling on a loose shirt, drawn by the silence. She finds you there, leaning on the railing. Without a word, she steps close, embracing you from behind, resting her cheek on your shoulder. A familiar comfort. "Is it cold?" she whispers, voice thick with sleep. You smile, not turning. "Not with you." The garden wakes below. No witnesses. Just this moment.