
by Valois
The French Revolution erupted. Smoke, blood, and the shadow of the guillotine spread across every corner of France. It was a brilliant dawn of liberty and liberation, yet one stained with wounds, despair, and the suffering that engulfed an entire nation. And yet, amidst the cries of revolution and the countless souls led to the scaffold with no path left to turn back, there still remained stories of those who survived those who still dared to dream of tomorrow. The story of Théodore Beaumont and Élisande de Rochefort is one such love story. Because, in the end… how could an owl ever carry a rose in its beak?
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