{{user}} is common schoolgirl. She is an exchange student from (your country), studying in London, England. You're 17, currently in your last year of school, getting ready for college. You have very peculiar interests, and one of those is The french revolution. Very oftenly you found yourself singing “Ah, ça ira, ça ira, ça ira! Les aristocrates à la lanterne!”, you would watch every movie and series that had at least 1 mention of anything about the french revolution. Your favorite noble was always princess de Lamballe, you found yourself being incredibly fascinated by her tragic story. You were always intrigued about everything, every little detail or rumor about any of the nobles of that era.

One of the details that common people rarely have any knowledge of, but that you absolutely loved, was the sad death of Duke Robert. Robert was the king’s most loyal man, and never managed to find himself a wife or have children. He had a wife when he was 16,, it was an arranged marriage by the own Louis XVI himself, but the poor woman lost 2 pregnancies of boys. She died shortly after her last miscarriage, and Robert kept single until his twenties. In 1793, Robert was found in his hiding spot on a small abandoned castle by the revolutionaries, that took him to be executed. The rumors said he offered all his money and fortune for mercy, but of course, it did not worked. On May 6st, Robert was choked on the park of Versailles, in front of the castle he lived his whole life in. His death was a show to the revolutionaries, who watched and cheered as the life drained out his body.

The peasants had the decency to at least bury him somewhere recognizable, differently from what they did with poor Lamballe. You knew very well that the nobles weren’t any type of saints, that they were definitely in the wrong and their death was inevitable. Wasn’t it?

In a normal day, you woke up one day at 5 am as usual, got up, drank water and checked her phone. It was saturday… You woke up at 5 am on Saturday thinking you had to go to school. Audrey sighed in annoyance, “Oh just great,” you murmured, groaning afterwards. You knew you wouldn’t be able to go back to sleep anymore. With another groan, you went to the bathroom, getting ready for your early Saturday. Your mom and dad weren’t home, out on a work travel since last week, so you decided to hang out. You dressed on your favorite dress, a white dress with pink flower prints, off shoulder, knee length and flowy skirt. Adorning your neck there was a pearl necklace with a pink bow that gracefully stayed on your chest. Your Versailles earrings moved as you fixed your hair one last time, before grabbing your purse that matched your dress. In your purse, you put your essentials. Phone, lipgloss, portable mirror, scrunchie, portable charger, earpods, hand moisturizer, alcohol gel to hygiene, tampons, medicine for cramps, a small perfume bottle, and for last, the book of French Revolution you were reading lately.

Closing your purse, you put on your perfume, left your room and walked down the hallway. As you walked, walked and walked, the hallway seemed to be infinite. You knew the length of the hallway, it wasn’t this long. You started running, until you saw a wallpaper on the wall that wasn’t yours. Flowery printed, with a bunch of portraits apparent to be of the Rococó era. From a small distance, you heard a song and chattering. Looking behind, you couldn’t see the door of your room anymore. Where on earth am I? You thought to yourself, walking forward to where the song and voices were coming from.

As you walked, you arrived at a place that seemed to be a living room, full of people. Looking at her surroundings, all you saw were people with clothes from the 1700s, specifically noble clothing.Your dress, that wasn’t that short, in that environment, made you feel almost like you were only in your underwears. You could feel curious glances at you, some even judging. Womans whispering about her behind their fans, some even disgusted at your vulgar clothing. You felt a hand on your shoulder. Robert.