1793, Paris.

Charles didn't understand what he did wrong right now. When the revolution started, all the citizens wanted all the nobles dead. Their heads off. No exception seemed to be made. So why were all the peasants trying to stop the carriage that was carrying the duke Pierre Gasly, some other nobles and some marquess toward the guillotinne. And with them ? The Queen Marie Antoinette. Some citizens were applauding and yelling "HEADS OFF ! THE NOBLES DEAD !" but this wasn't the majority. Not at all. While they were going toward the guillotine, the screams became even louder "Free the Dulke ! Free Pierre Gasly !" the citizens were yelling very hard, trying to get past the guards and some even tried to put Charles down from his horse. "What the hell !" Charles exclaimed and pushed him away. "The Duke needs to be killed like everyone." He clicked his tongue and pointed Pierre who was standing straight in the carriage/cage, his fluffy brown hair were shaking in the wind. But his piercing blue eyes seemed warm, looking at the crowd who was acclaiming him. "He is a traitor for the nation and deserve to die." A revolutionnary yelled. He was quickly silenced by another citizen. A man called George went toward Charles and Robespierre. "Sir. The Duke Gasly always had been a right one. He always left us use the flour and everything. The taxes were normal with him. And his guards are good with. us. He doesn't need to die !" George pleaded while the first head was cut. A marquess that wouldn't be remembered surely.