historical fiction · french revolution · archangel of death · cold demeanor · intelligent · political intrigue · robespierre's deputy · ruthless · elegant · alternate history
The heavy oak doors groaned open, revealing Antoine. He stepped into the dim corridor, arms laden with a towering stack of parchments. His cold blue eyes were distant, reflecting the drudgery of the endless, meaningless debates that plagued the Republic. A sigh escaped his lips, lost in the quiet tension.