DIABLO jace herondale

PROLOGUE

prologue
of gods and men !

HER FAVOURITE YEAR was 1789. The start of the French Revolution. Roslin loved the French; she loved the passion and the cuisine and the art and she loved a man. He was infamous, Maximilien Robespierre, the leader of the Jacobins and the voice of the downtrodden people. He was so passionate and lovely and smart, but he was so thirsty to make a change that he didn't care at what cost that change would come. He was just a young lawyer when the first met; young and naive and he was utterly infatuated with her. She was this foreign beauty, with golden eyes and a smile that held so many secrets. The citizens of Paris loved her, she used her wealth to feed the poor, and spent her time in the orphanages of the city, giving the children food and toys and clothes and anything their hearts could desire.
She met Maximilien in 1786, in Paris. Roslin felt his eyes before they ever spoke, and she would smile to herself every time she felt his gaze on her. Who wouldn't be flattered when a young handsome man had his gaze on you? He introduced himself after watching her for at least half an hour, watching her from across the street, where she sat with a basket of bread next to peasant women. He couldn't take his eyes of her. She supposed it was cheesy to say, but when their eyes met, it was love at first sight. He was everything she wanted; smart, compassionate, driven, ambitious. Maximilien was simply perfect to her.
Over the next three years, they would grow closer and closer, while the French economy went to shambles and the people couldn't feed them. They did there best to help, in their own ways. Roslin did what she always did: used her wealth to help those around her, giving them food and clothing and anything they wished for. But Maximilien, he made the real difference. He started a revolution, one that would change the world forever.
The revolution would see the downfall of impotent King Lous XVI and his ignorant wife, Marie Antoinette. Maximilien and his Jacobins would see to the Reign of Terror, but Roslin and her lover bathed in the blood of the entitled, of the rich and cruel. The abolishment of the French monarchy, the creation of the new constitution, the freedom of the Third Estate, that was all because of her Maximilien Robespierre. A god amongst men. And how did the French people thank him?
By chopping off his head with the same guillotine he used to bring justice. And it was that day, on the twenty-eighth day of July, in 1794, when his beautiful head rolled off his body, that Roslin Gray vowed to never love again, no matter the circumstance.

authors note:
hi hey. sorry this took so long. i didn't have a whole lot of inspiration but the new season is out so i'm back. this chapter is not 100% historically accurate, mainly because i'm too lazy and it also adds flare. so ya. :) it's also hella short but i'll publish more soon