章節 86: The Tragedy of French Nobility

One evening, the golden hues of the setting sun seemed to cast longer shadows, and my decision to leave became clear. The warmth of our family home had become a pressure cooker, waiting to explode. Fortunately, my younger brother's presence meant the family legacy was secure, allowing my father to swiftly cut ties. His voice, cold and distant, echoed the somber finality of my disownment.

Venturing into the unknown, I found camaraderie amongst the revolutionaries. These passionate souls, with fire in their eyes and burning ideals, had nothing but their lives to shield against the tyranny of bullets. Our nights were wild and unrestrained – a blur of shared food, intoxicating drinks, and the soft, comforting embrace of women who laughed and cried with equal fervor.