CROWN PRINCE | LES MISÉRABLES

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Flashback ༄

"Annelise, you will be one of the women that will actually change something in this country. You are a powerhouse and you fight for your right. Don't let anyone take this away from you. I will be the first to cheer on you once you finished.", she said.

"Mama, what are you saying?"
"That I am incredibly proud of you. The baby will for sure love being with you. You're such a bright child."
"What will their name be?"
"If it's a girl, then Yvonne, if a boy Bastien."

I woke up with tears in my eyes. Lately, I had dreams of my mother, just mere months before she passed. Tonight was no different — I was sat on her lap as always and she would tell me how I would do great things in life and that she would always cheer on me, no matter where she was.

I remember her voice so clearly. It was so bright and soft. I remember when we brainstormed names for the baby that became Yvonne. Bastien was one of these names.

"The dream again?"
"Yes. They have a meaning.", I said, getting out of bed.
"Do you want to talk about it?"

"My mother told me how I would achieve great things in the future and how she would always cheer on me. I weirdly remember that one time so clearly. She wanted to name Yvonne Bastien if she became a boy.", I said.

"Bastien is a common name.", he said, shrugging.
"Still. It is like my mother had sent you to me."
"In a good way now?"
"Yes. Like she wanted someone worthy to come and be with me."

"I am worthy?", he asked, breaking out in tears.

I rushed to him and held him in my arms.

"You are more than worthy. My mother would've loved you."
"Do you think so?"
"Yes. She would love Timothy."
"And we'd share the same hate for my father.", he chuckled.

"Yes, exactly."
"Your mother would be proud of you."
"Do you think so?"
"Absolutely. She'd love the woman you have become. The strong, witty, and tongue sharp woman that she had raised."

"I am not tongue sharp?", I gasped, faking me being offended.
"Of course not.", he said laughing.
"Now, come to bed. You must be tired."
"I am."
"I know."

He was right. He knew exactly what to say. I fell asleep in his arms, feeling protected from everything bad in the world.

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Enjolras POV (haven't had one for ages)

"Father. I have a request."
"A request? What is it?"
"Do you know a woman named Mayjah Robillard?"
"Is she in the death book?"
"Yes."

He took the book and went through the pages.

"I have a Yvonne Robillard."
"She's the daughter."
"She was young. Only 10.", he said.

I nodded.

"Yes, Mayjah Robillard, childbed fever."
"I want to make her a saint."
"You are a crazy boy. I cannot do that."

"She has given life to a child and lost hers. She guided her children even in death. She would deserve it. Is this not enough?"
"Son, I do not believe that they would make her a saint. It one of the most common deaths in our time. You have little to no knowledge about this. ", he said.

He had no idea. Yes, it was common. But women were so much more than birthing machines. They were humans. They couldn't do anything. They couldn't hold their children and say a final goodbye to them.

"I want to have something built for her reminder then."
"What do you want?"
"A statue. To remember all the women who we had lost due to childbirth. It's a horrifying way to die."

"Very well. I will see what I can do for you."