Our Precious Love [COMPLETED]

During the time of the french revolution, a young girl named Marie Grosholtz has been arrested and is in prison along with her mother. But they aren't the only ones who are captured. There are hundreds of men and women who are also living their life in that same prison. Marie is sad and feels lonely all the time. Then one day, a young man named Francois Tussaud enters her life. Soon, they become great friends and Marie starts falling for him. This is the story of Marie and Francois, a love story of two young people falling in love and trying to take over the world.
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2. Chapter 1

I looked around discreetly, hoping that no one would be able to see me. I stepped out of the cell, where at least another fifteen women were sleeping soundlessly. With one last look, I started walking towards the only source of light which was there in the tunnel. My long dress was making rustling sound while moving quickly I was hoping to get some fresh air outside.

Just before I was about to take a turn through the tunnel, I heard some voices. A few guards were talking about Robespierre and how he was the ‘Incorruptible’. I turned around and sprinted towards the opposite direction hoping that the guards didn’t hear me. The guarding inside the prison was very poor but near the exit door it was just the opposite.

 I slowly made my way towards the small garden and looked in all directions, silently praying that no guards would be here. It was past midnight and probably everyone was sleeping. I couldn’t sleep. How can someone sleep in a prison?

It was my fault that my mother and I were in prison. I refused to make the bust of my dead friends Camille and Lucile Desmoulins so Robespierre had me arrested. My mother, Anna, tried stopping him but that resulted in her getting arrested too.

Maximillian Robespierre, the person who used to come to our salon every night to discuss about everything possible with my brothers Edmund, Johann and Wolfgang and my uncle Philippe Curtius rose to power along with Jean-Paul Marat and Duc d’Orleans, who was the king’s very own cousin.

All three of them had been our friends for very long time but they forgot everything when they gained fame. Any person who supported the aristocracy was being guillotined. It had become a fixture in life.

Every morning at least one person was guillotined and at dusk hundreds of people came at the doorstep of our Salon de Cire with a new severed head, asking me to wax them so that it can be displayed at the Jacobin club.

I was forced to do it, if I hadn’t done it, the people would’ve assumed that I was a supporter of aristocracy and would’ve killed me long ago. It was so hard for me to get rid of the blood off my hands. I used to break down sometimes while doing it but the people snickered at me me.

Then one day I got to know that our friends Camille and Lucile Desmoulins were the next in line. They had a son named Paschal and ironically Robespierre was his godfather. So on the day they were killed, I was being forced to wax their severed heads too. I refused and so did my mother. Robespierre had us arrested and that is how we ended up in this prison.

 

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