Disclaimer: I only own Lizette Esme, Renee Cecilia, and the Angelina of Marie Angelina because King Louis-Philippe the first apparently had a daughter named Marie. That's all I own.

June 14th, 1832

Marie's POV:

I wake up groggily, not knowing where I am for a split second. Then, I hear the dainty footsteps of two women. My sisters.

"Marie? Are you there?" I hear Renee ask, voice like tinkling bells.

"Yes, I'm here!" I cry out softly, trying not to wake up little Gavroche. Julien's already awake, looking at me with a confused look on his face. "They're my sisters," I whisper to Julien, his golden-blonde curls a mess, one I've never seen from him. I make my way towards the cell door, Gavroche being gently shifted onto the ground.

"Are you okay?" Lizette asks. "Are the guards treating you well?"

"I'm fine. The guards are... cold, let's just say that. But, I have someone to introduce you two too. Make that two someones." I walk over to Gavroche and gently shake him awake.

"Whass goin on?" he slurs in a half-asleep state.

"I have someone for you to meet. Come on, take my hand," I quietly say. "Julien, you too." They both stand up, stretching, and walk towards the cell door with me. "Lizette, Renee, this is my fiancé, Julien." They gasp as Julien nods his head cordially at them.

"You're engaged!!!" they exclaim as I pull Julien closer to me by his red jacket. His arm goes around my waist, bringing me even closer to him until I'm basically cuddling into his side.

"Yes, I am. I got engaged around a week ago, on June 5th." I shudder as I remember the barricade, the decision I made when Gavroche was facing down the whole of the French army. "And this-" I pull Gavroche closer to my other side, bringing him forward to the door- "is Gavroche, my adoptive son." I push him gently towards my sisters to introduce him. He waves his hand at them shyly, a foreign emotion to him probably.

"Hi," Gavroche says merrily. Lizette and Renee coo at him, Gavroche's adorableness taking control of their motherly instincts like I did.

"Papa's going to call you up to his throne room like yesterday," Lizette says quietly. "Someone's going to be brought with you, probably one of these two."

"Why?" I ask. "Is Papa using them as leverage?"

"Yes. The French National Guard told Papa of your declaration when Gavroche was collecting ammunition" (A/N: You will learn about this soon. Once the barricades come up you will find out). Two soldiers appear behind my sisters and stand there stoically.

"Princesses, your time is up. Please follow us," one of the guards says, leading Lizette and Renee along. My sisters wave at me and I wave back, staring at the spot where they had vanished. As I see the other guard coming up to our cell, I tell Gavroche to sit back down and talk with the other Amis. The second guard unlocks our cell and pulls me out, Julien getting angry at the way they're yanking me.

"Leave her alone!" he growls menacingly. My first thought is, 'Wow that's hot.' But then again, I think that everything about Julien is hot, as he's my fiancé. That word is one of the most beautiful words in our language. Oh god I'm going off an a tangent, aren't I? The guard rolls his eyes.

"No need to get prissy, you're coming along as well," he says. Julien walks out of the cell on his own accord and we gravitate towards each other, hands entwining tightly. The guard stands behind us and prods both Julien and I in the back with the gun he's carrying, forcing us to move. We walk out of the dungeons and I look back behind me for a second, seeing Gavroche staring back at me. My eyes soften and I nod at him, trying to non-verbally communicate that we will be okay.

I hope.

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After minutes of walking through the winding halls that Grantaire and I had walked the day before, we arrive at the throne room. I look up at Julien, whose face is set in an emotionless mask. His eyes, however, his beautiful cerulean eyes shine with nervousness and annoyance. Nervousness because we could be killed for treason and annoyance because he's going to be meeting the King of France. And Julien hates with a capital H the bourgeois and the King and Queen. Note that I say "King and Queen" because he loves me. I love him as well. Shit, I need to stay on track. The doors open and we proceed into the throne room, Inspector Javert standing next to my father. My father reclines on his golden throne, seemingly unconcerned with the revolution that had happened at General Lamarque's funeral. A scribe is also sitting there, ready with scrolls of paper and a quill, to write down the history of Les Amis de l'ABC.

"Well...." Father says impatiently. "how did you meet these revolutionaries?" He says the last word in a dirty tone and shudders, as if it pains him to say it. I roll my eyes and sigh.

"Father, you forget that I'm a revolutionary as well," I say lightly, as if we're just talking about the weather. Julien squeezes my hand, reassuring me that we're both safe (debatable), not dead (for now), and in love (completely 110%).

"Enough with the backtalk," Father snarls. "Answer my question or he will pay." I look at Julien in fear as his thumb rubs circles on the back of my hand.

"Fine, fine. Well, it started around...." I trail off, counting in my head. "Julien, how long was it ago?" My fiancé smiles at me, understanding that I'm trying to piss my father off.

"I think it was six years ago. At one of those balls?" he says casually. "It was love at first sight," he informs my father, whose face is a deep, dark red. If I didn't know better, I'd think he's about to explode. Julien kisses the top of my head, his lips brushing my blonde hair. "I love you," he whispers to me softly.

"I love you too." Our eyes meet and we step closer to each other, leaning forwards until our lips are centimetres apart.

"GET ON WITH IT!!!" Father roars. I kiss Julien softly on the lips and pull away a second later. He pouts dramatically, making me giggle. I turn around back to my father and sigh.

"Fine, fine. Well, it all started at one of our 'amazing' balls," I begin, "six years ago......"

Author's Note: Okay, this is a very short chapter. I think that the only thing Enjolras would want to do is annoy the King of France until he bursts. I think they're doing pretty well with it, right? The next chapter will be set in the summer of 1826, when Enjolras and Marié meet for the first time. For Enjolras, it's love at first sight. For Marié, it's also love at first sight. However, they're forced to keep their feelings hidden because she's a princess and he's the leader of the revolutionaries. Vive la France!!!

               -Kaylin