The Intrigues of the Chevalier d'Éon
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  • Reads 154
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  • Parts 26
  • Time 5h 8m
Ongoing, First published Jul 10
Versailles, 1756.

At the court of King Louis XV, the Chevalier Charles d'Éon de Beaumont's name is on everyone's lips. A mysterious androgynous figure, as handsome as he is intelligent, he arouses fascination and envy.

For his part, Alexandre is 21 years old. He's been his squire for three years, mourning an impossible love for his master, to whom he is utterly loyal. He sometimes finds himself hoping for more, as he sees their relationship deepen, but fears that one day he'll be passed over for someone more interesting.

Sent to St. Petersburg on an espionage mission, the two men cross paths with Gaïa Vassilievna Parchoukova, a young woman as dangerous as she is intriguing, who could well be their undoing. When reality calls their hearts to order, the masks fall off, and when they return to Versailles, nothing may ever be the same again.

Written by Lucile Guyot, based on an original idea by Stephan Boschat. Translated by Alexandra Maldwyn-Davies.
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