Cover Art/Cover Photo: Portrait by Franz Xaver Winterhalter, 1865, of Empress Elisabeth "Sisi" of Austria
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In the early morning hours of November 13, 1804, the queen of Norway, Carolina Crowháwk, was ambushed and captured by the French revolut...
November 27, 1804 "Madam, you've finally awakened," Carolina heard someone say in a German accent. "I thought you had died at the scaffold."
A young girl came into the view of Carolina's; she had long blonde hair tied into two braids that had hung on her chest, she was wearing a green gown that had matched perfectly with her blonde hair. Carolina, though, was quite bewildered — she thought she had died! And who was this person tending to her?
"Oh, I shall introduce you to myself. I'm Violet Walton, a perfectionist at archery and painting! Oh, how fun it is to paint-" Carolina cut Violet off.
"What happened to me? Perhaps you know where I am?" Carolina asked groggily.
"Sorry I didn't answer that earlier, indeed I should've known. Well, I was out huntin' and I saw a devil of a man trying to behead you. Oh, I have no idea why'd they try to attempt homicide.. aren't you a heir?" Violet asked.
"They believe helping the former French monarchy is a sin.. and I had," Carolina responded. "Once, I was a heir.. do you know how I got here?" Carolina avoided the subject of The French Revolution since it hurt her to lose her friend, Marie Antoinette — though, becoming friends with her had almost beheaded Carolina, she didn't care. Marie was as kind as can be and in no way deserved her death.
"Of course, but it was a massacre.. but I promise you, it wasn't gory; archery is useful, you know." Violet quickly said to Carolina in a quiet tone; she didn't want anyone to overhear their conversation — if they had, Violet would be punished herself, as, killing the 'innocence' is indeed a crime.
Carolina gasped. "Although I do appreciate you for saving me and show much gratitude, but.." Carolina paused. "Never mind."
Violet smiled. "I'm glad you appreciate the service I've done for you, Madam Carolina. I was quite worried about doing such. Now, we ought to get you back to Norway."
"Wouldn't the French recognize me?" Carolina asked, dreading the idea of being locked away again — if she'd gotten caught again, they'd punish Violet and punish her, but away from the public eye; no one could rescue her then.
"No, not if you're in incognito.. stay here, will you," Violet replied while exiting the room.
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"Are you sure this'll work?" Carolina asked. Carolina was attired in a long black gown unlike some of her other gowns that had shown pastel colors. Her hair was put up into one long braid whereas a black chapeau sat on top of her head, covering half of her face.
"I believe so. It's far different from you're other gowns," Violet said. "Now, we must get you over to Norway.. or else the French will come searching throughout the villagers' cottages for you."
Carolina nodded her head, feeling a bit frightened. What if the French were to stop them from arriving in Norway? What if they had recognized her? What if the French has taken the Norwegian monarchy?
