Opera Wine | Rosalie Hale [1]

prologue

Shouting and flames chased them through narrow streets. People were shouting from their windows, they narrowly dodge the many things that were thrown their way.

"Hurry Marion! Vite!

Gasping for breath, she clutched at her swollen stomach with one hand and reached out to her brother with the other. Together they raced through the city streets to a carriage that was waiting for them just a little further.

"I can not go any further, Hugo! Le bébé arrive!" she cried. She shouted as a contraction seared through her lower stomach.

Hugo glanced around them, seeing the shadows growing closer, and desperately lifted his sister into his arms and continued down the dark streets.

"I won't leave you, Mari. Jamais," he grunted out under her weight.

The people around them were screaming, their triumphant shouts echoed as they celebrated. The city was filled as the people cried Vive la France! The people had risen, their assembly had tried and sentenced their King to the guillotine and began to hunt down any nobility they viewed as suspicious like they were a sickness.

"C'est trops tard, Hugo!" she fought him. "You must leave me, mon frère. Save yourself, it is not you that they want."

"Think of your child, Mari! Your petite fille depends on you living," Hugo argued, pushing through the streets while he breathed heavily.

"We will not make it, the people come for-" her words cut off as a new contraction brought a scream from her parched lips.

Whimpering and crying in her brother's arms, she listened to the calls of the people. They sang and cheered, their kind dead and those that opposed them were soon to follow. Her husband was soon to follow.

Posters littered the streets, the walls painted red with the words Liberté, égalité, fraternité. The blood that was to surely coat the streets by morning reflected in the color of the words. Her beloved France was to surely perish under the supposed rule of the people.

Another contraction caused Marion to scream, the sound echoing along the deserted streets and silenced followed. The people looking for the young Madame called out instructions too head onward, faster. She feared what they would do if they found her, for they had no shame in killing their Queen, they would surely kill the young noble.

"J'ai peur, Hugo," she whispered, her arms wrapped around her brother's neck and she clung to him desperately. She squeezed her hands into fist every time pain wracked through her abdomen. Tears slipped from her eyes, straining her cheeks.

"Think of your child, what will you name her?" he questioned her, his breath laboured.

She tilted her head on his shoulder so that she could look at him better, taking in his dark hair and bright eyes. "What makes you so certain that it is a girl?"

His eyes flit down to meet hers before he ran out onto a dirt road, the street was a something used by merchants when making deliveries to and from the city. It traveled through the country side, fields upon field was all she could make out in the growing night.

"Because I can sense she has your spirit, and the same spirit as maman. The spirit of a Dupuis lady," Hugo tells her. Setting her down, the pair look behind them at the growing lights from torches that began to close in on them.

"Go, le cocher is just beyond the first bend. He is a friend of mine, willing to help save you from all of this," Hugo pushed Marion gently in the direction of the road.

Confused, she stumbled backward as she seen the shadow of the torches growing behind him. "Are you not coming with me?"

"Someone must remain, the people will need help."

"Mais Hugo, they will surely send you to the guillotine," she cried her hands desperately holding onto her brother's coat. "Come with me, France is no longer our home. We are no longer wanted here."

"Mari-"

"S'il te plaît."

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Hello hello. Let me know what you think because I struggled with this quite a bit and rewrote it multiple times.
As for the French, let me know if any of you have any problems with it. I grew up with French being the national language and I still struggle with it so just let me know. Also, don't be afraid to let me know if any of my french or translations are wrong.

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vite: fast

le bébé arrive: the baby is coming

Jamais: never

Vive la France: long live France

C'est trops tard, Hugo: it's too late, Hugo
mon frères: my brother

petite fille: little girl

Liberté, égalité, fraternité: liberty, equality, fraternity
Madame: lady
J'ai peur, Hugo: I'm scared, Hugo

maman: mother/mom

le cocher: the carriage
Mais Hugo: but, Hugo

S'il te plaît: Please

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