forum You used to be the King of France, but you might as well be Hades now. (Old French royalty/romance/anarchy and REVOLUTION!!)

Started July 09, 2019 by @KalamariCakes

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He began to slow down into a gentle sneak, biting his lip. "We can't let the maids spot us…"

Charolette crept beside him, “How many maids are there?” She whispered.

"Thirty-three, but they spread out," he answered, "Now we just listen to see if there's any in the kitchen,"

Charolette finally shut her mouth to listen for any footsteps in the kitchen, “I don’t hear any, I think.” She whispered excitedly.

Peter edged his way around the corner, "Ah yes, c'mon!"

Charolette took off behind him, giggling all the way there.

He scampered to the pantry, opening the thin door. The pantry itself could have been a house for a peasant. Dim, and huge. He ran to the back, where the pastries were stored in wrapped cheesecloths for preservation.

Charolette closed the door behind her so they wouldn’t be seen, “What’s in there?”

The light that seeped through the door slats provided their only light. "Everything," he giggled, "Except meats and cheeses, those are kept in the cellar,"

“Yum, give me something chocolate,” she rested a hand on one of the wooden shelves to steady herself.

He reached in the dark for a cheeseclothed dessert, smelling it for the scent of chocolate and handing it to her.

“Mmm” she took the treat and unwrapped it. She took a large bite out of the corner, “Delicious.”

"It's good?" He echoed in the quiet pantry.

She nodded and offered it to him, “Want a bite?”

"Well, of course," Peter murmured back.

Charolette gave the treat to Peter and began searching through the shelf for something else.

He sat on the floor, speaking only after he swallowed his food. "Ms. Charlotte, you hardly know me, how are you already comfortable?"

“I’m comfortable with everybody,” she spoke with her mouth full, “I don’t discriminate.” She leaned against the shelves and took another bite.

"But…' he shook his head. "How?"

Charolette shrugged, “I don’t know, ‘just as fish are made to swim I was made as I am.’” She quoted a line she heard somewhere.

"Huh," Peter exhaled. "I.. admire that,"

“Merci,” she beamed and finished the last bite, “Now what do you want to do?”

(nah, sorry! My bad for not clarifying it was O/O )

"I'm not sure. I didn't think I'd get this far,"

“Well, we could go out to the gardens,” she suggested.