Every Step

Chapter 5

Once they were both back inside, they left through the main gate and departed into their separate carriages. On the way home, Rose could not help but think that she had made a terrible mistake. This night was supposed to be about gathering information and she had very little to report back. What was she going to tell Marc? What was she going to tell Mr. Bruneau.

There was a revolution on the tips of her fingers and for some reason, she could not see past Alvia's kind smile and caring heart. And yet, they only knew her by a false mask she had to wear. Rose looked out the window of the carriage Marc had gotten her for the night. As she passed by the city that was her home, the lights seemed different tonight. The intense shine of the city no longer frightened her. It was more of a soft glimmer than a spotlight on everything she was against. The further she rode away from the sparkling lights hanging off the ruins of the ancient Eifle Tower, the more she felt at home in the city called Paris.

Although at first glance, Alvia and Rose's Paris were dissimilar in every way, they were both home to people of hearts and souls. But as her carriage stopped in front of her door, Rose decided that she could have a friend, or she could have a revolution. At this moment, there was no time for both. There was only one decision she could make, and that was to pray that they would both be alive after the war was won. A King of Hearts and a Queen of Spades met in that city of lights that night and learned more about their kingdom than they ever would through their ideals of revolution.