War, war, war.. That’s all he knew. All he thought about or cared for.

Maybe it wasn’t, but it’s how you felt. It scared you, how much he ran into the wars of your nation.

You knew death wasn’t even close to inevitable and you hated that.

Currently, you held onto Lafayette and cried, begging him to stay as he got himself ready for war.

Why wouldn’t he listen? You were the princess of France for crying out loud!