17th Century- Paris
After what seemed like hours, there were noises coming from the hallway, outside of the cells. Elise couldn’t see what was happening, and hoped for a split second that it was August, who had found a way to free her, and that they still had a chance to run away together. But she swallowed hard, as she spotted a gown, and quickly looked back down, knowing fully well, that this visit was from none other than Marie-Antoinette, who was being escorted by two guards once again. And one of them had a key, as he opened up Elise’s cell door, and Marie-Antoinette stepped inside, with a murderous look in her eyes.
“Stand up, you whore.” She spoke angrily at Elise. Who pressed her eyes shut, before she listened and did as she was told. That single word cut through her heart like a
