Guémené, Bretagne
By the time Louis reached Guémené, he had had more than enough time to sober up. The trip had been a long one, reliant on the kindness of strangers to get him this far. He had forgone taking his carriage, fearing it would draw the attention of the masses. Instead he had travelled with whoever would take him, whether that be fleeing nobility or a kindly farmer heading to market. The further from Paris he got, the quieter things became. It was as though the events in Paris had not touched the rest of the country. Louis prayed they never would.
Guémené itself was exceptionally quiet. His home remained untouched and even pristine, the renovations finally done after he had managed to get out of debt and actually afford to fix up the castle. He approached the front door and grabbed the knocker, giving it a loud thud. He supposed he could just go inside, but he felt like a stranger after all that had happened. Eventually he heard rapid footsteps descending the stairs inside and the door was thrown open. He had expected one of the servants, but instead found his wife, Belle, staring at him. Her eyes were red with bags under them, as though she had spent many sleepless nights crying. The moment she saw him, she burst into tears and wrapped him in a strong embrace.
"I thought you were dead," Belle said between sobs. "Word arrived of events in the capital, and when I didn't hear from you, I assumed the worst."
Louis held her closer, patting her back. "I'm sorry I did not write to you. I managed to escape on my own and it just took some time to get here. Everything is fine now. We're fine."
The Prince ushered his wife inside, naturally heading towards the study where he knew she would feel most comfortable. The presence of all those books seemed to calm her. As they entered the room, he turned to her and said, "How are you? How are the children? I've been a terrible husband and father, being away from you for so long."
Belle wiped away a tear, finally regaining her composure. "We are fine. For a moment, we feared a repeat of the revolution, but from what word has trickled this far, the chaos has not spread beyond Paris."
Louis stepped back, raising an eyebrow. "What do you mean it hasn't spread? Are the republicans not cementing their rule."
"Well after the King and Regent fled, they swept right into power. They pardoned most of the royalists and have been trying to appease them and the rest of Europe with some minor concessions. We've been receiving news of their numerous decrees over the past few weeks."
The news made Louis feel conflicted. He had expected France to be drawn into a bloody revolution with countless lives lost, possibly even heralding another foreign intervention. Somehow, that had been avoided. Did this mean the new republic was more stable than the last, or was this just the calm before the storm? He couldn't risk the chance that his family could be hurt.
"We need to leave France," Louis said, pacing the room as he gathered his thoughts. He needed to figure out where they could go, where they could flee before things turned bloody again.
Belle shook her head. "We can't leave. This is our home."
Louis ignored her and kept going with his train of thought. "We could go to Spain and join the Orleans court. The Bourbons are still strong there. We could help spur a monarchist revival."
"You can't be serious," Belle said. "I remember a time when you questioned whether you'd even support the Orleans and now you want to run off with them? They have lost the throne and associating with them now may damage the well-being of our family."
Louis let out a sigh. His wife was right. His faith in the Orleans monarchy had been inspired more by fate than actual loyalty. Now that they were forced from France, did he truly have any obligation to associate with them further? Admittedly, King Philippe had grown on him, and he had not thought poorly of his reign, but they needed a strong front for the monarchist cause, and a family recently deposed was not suitable.
"How about Austria then?" Louis said. "I practically grew up there, even served in their army. In a way, it's a second home to me. I've heard that the Count of Chambord resides in Austria. We could take the opportunity to meet with him, perhaps aid his cause."
Belle let out an exasperated sigh. "Why must we support any of these claimants? How does it benefit us to put our support behind these men? We are better off to lay low here and enjoy a peaceful existence for once. It seems that the Republic may well be content to leave us alone."
"Lay low?" Louis said with a laugh. "These republicans won't be happy until we're all dead. They haven't struck yet, but they will. I won't be the victim of another revolution. We must abandon all we have here and flee, before it's too late." He grabbed her by the shoulders, shaking her vigorously. "Are you hearing me, woman? We are not safe here."
Louis's tirade was interrupted as Belle slapped him across the face. "Stop it. You're acting hysterical. We are not going anywhere. This is our home and I won't abandon it until I know it is lost."
Louis shook his head, regathering his senses. "Maybe you're right."
"Of course I'm right," Belle said, placing her hands on her hips. "What we should be doing is not panicking. Perhaps we may find ways to work within this republican system."
"Perhaps," Louis said, rubbing his chin, now scratchy with new-grown stubble. "I could try running for government. If they've passed universal suffrage, there are a lot of conservative farmers in Bretagne I could call upon for support."
Belle cleared her throat. "About that. The Provisional Council has banned all ministers from the June Monarchy from being eligible for election."
Louis let out a snort and rolled his eyes. "Of course they have. Heaven forbid the people vote for someone who doesn't favour the system these select few have created. I suppose this is for the best though. I always hated politics."
Belle cleared her throat again. Louis turned his gaze her way, knowing her next news would not be pleasant. "They've also declared that aristocratic titles are no longer recognized."
"WHAT!" Louis's voice seemed to shake the walls, his face growing red. "I did not fight to destroy the Republic and Empire just so I could have my titles stripped from me. What's next, do they intend to steal my land too? Am I to be a pauper in my own country?"
Belle walked over to him, placing her hand on his shoulder. "It's just their attempt to weaken the monarchists. They haven't done anything drastic yet. We can stop them from taking things further though by helping those who can restore some semblance of order."
Walking over to a nearby table, Belle grabbed an opened letter and handed it to her husband. "It's addressed to you. I apologize that I opened and read it, but I thought you were dead. You should consider his offer."
* * * * *
Dear cousin,
I cannot begin to express my joy and relief at receiving your letter, during a time where the world seems to have turned upside down. I am gladdened that recent events have spared you the worst, as well as dear Amélie. Your words resonate strongly with me. I have only ever aspired for order, stability, and prosperity, what I would consider the cornerstone of my entire political career. I admit, I had considered seeking out those who would see the monarchy restored, but I see the wisdom in your suggestion. Ensuring that this new republican government is one filled with those possessing common sense and free of radical thought will benefit France greatly. The resulting constitution must be one that most benefits the people of France, not just those radicals who have managed to seize power.
I, of course, may not participate in politics directly due to the Provisional Council's dictatorial proclamation that former ministers may not run for election, but I would be willing to speak with those who can and seek a way to ensure France will be stronger going forward. I will gladly attend this meeting of like-minded individuals. I pray that together we may save France from her own self-destruction before it is too late.
- Louis de Rohan, Prince de Guémené
By the time Louis reached Guémené, he had had more than enough time to sober up. The trip had been a long one, reliant on the kindness of strangers to get him this far. He had forgone taking his carriage, fearing it would draw the attention of the masses. Instead he had travelled with whoever would take him, whether that be fleeing nobility or a kindly farmer heading to market. The further from Paris he got, the quieter things became. It was as though the events in Paris had not touched the rest of the country. Louis prayed they never would.
Guémené itself was exceptionally quiet. His home remained untouched and even pristine, the renovations finally done after he had managed to get out of debt and actually afford to fix up the castle. He approached the front door and grabbed the knocker, giving it a loud thud. He supposed he could just go inside, but he felt like a stranger after all that had happened. Eventually he heard rapid footsteps descending the stairs inside and the door was thrown open. He had expected one of the servants, but instead found his wife, Belle, staring at him. Her eyes were red with bags under them, as though she had spent many sleepless nights crying. The moment she saw him, she burst into tears and wrapped him in a strong embrace.
"I thought you were dead," Belle said between sobs. "Word arrived of events in the capital, and when I didn't hear from you, I assumed the worst."
Louis held her closer, patting her back. "I'm sorry I did not write to you. I managed to escape on my own and it just took some time to get here. Everything is fine now. We're fine."
The Prince ushered his wife inside, naturally heading towards the study where he knew she would feel most comfortable. The presence of all those books seemed to calm her. As they entered the room, he turned to her and said, "How are you? How are the children? I've been a terrible husband and father, being away from you for so long."
Belle wiped away a tear, finally regaining her composure. "We are fine. For a moment, we feared a repeat of the revolution, but from what word has trickled this far, the chaos has not spread beyond Paris."
Louis stepped back, raising an eyebrow. "What do you mean it hasn't spread? Are the republicans not cementing their rule."
"Well after the King and Regent fled, they swept right into power. They pardoned most of the royalists and have been trying to appease them and the rest of Europe with some minor concessions. We've been receiving news of their numerous decrees over the past few weeks."
The news made Louis feel conflicted. He had expected France to be drawn into a bloody revolution with countless lives lost, possibly even heralding another foreign intervention. Somehow, that had been avoided. Did this mean the new republic was more stable than the last, or was this just the calm before the storm? He couldn't risk the chance that his family could be hurt.
"We need to leave France," Louis said, pacing the room as he gathered his thoughts. He needed to figure out where they could go, where they could flee before things turned bloody again.
Belle shook her head. "We can't leave. This is our home."
Louis ignored her and kept going with his train of thought. "We could go to Spain and join the Orleans court. The Bourbons are still strong there. We could help spur a monarchist revival."
"You can't be serious," Belle said. "I remember a time when you questioned whether you'd even support the Orleans and now you want to run off with them? They have lost the throne and associating with them now may damage the well-being of our family."
Louis let out a sigh. His wife was right. His faith in the Orleans monarchy had been inspired more by fate than actual loyalty. Now that they were forced from France, did he truly have any obligation to associate with them further? Admittedly, King Philippe had grown on him, and he had not thought poorly of his reign, but they needed a strong front for the monarchist cause, and a family recently deposed was not suitable.
"How about Austria then?" Louis said. "I practically grew up there, even served in their army. In a way, it's a second home to me. I've heard that the Count of Chambord resides in Austria. We could take the opportunity to meet with him, perhaps aid his cause."
Belle let out an exasperated sigh. "Why must we support any of these claimants? How does it benefit us to put our support behind these men? We are better off to lay low here and enjoy a peaceful existence for once. It seems that the Republic may well be content to leave us alone."
"Lay low?" Louis said with a laugh. "These republicans won't be happy until we're all dead. They haven't struck yet, but they will. I won't be the victim of another revolution. We must abandon all we have here and flee, before it's too late." He grabbed her by the shoulders, shaking her vigorously. "Are you hearing me, woman? We are not safe here."
Louis's tirade was interrupted as Belle slapped him across the face. "Stop it. You're acting hysterical. We are not going anywhere. This is our home and I won't abandon it until I know it is lost."
Louis shook his head, regathering his senses. "Maybe you're right."
"Of course I'm right," Belle said, placing her hands on her hips. "What we should be doing is not panicking. Perhaps we may find ways to work within this republican system."
"Perhaps," Louis said, rubbing his chin, now scratchy with new-grown stubble. "I could try running for government. If they've passed universal suffrage, there are a lot of conservative farmers in Bretagne I could call upon for support."
Belle cleared her throat. "About that. The Provisional Council has banned all ministers from the June Monarchy from being eligible for election."
Louis let out a snort and rolled his eyes. "Of course they have. Heaven forbid the people vote for someone who doesn't favour the system these select few have created. I suppose this is for the best though. I always hated politics."
Belle cleared her throat again. Louis turned his gaze her way, knowing her next news would not be pleasant. "They've also declared that aristocratic titles are no longer recognized."
"WHAT!" Louis's voice seemed to shake the walls, his face growing red. "I did not fight to destroy the Republic and Empire just so I could have my titles stripped from me. What's next, do they intend to steal my land too? Am I to be a pauper in my own country?"
Belle walked over to him, placing her hand on his shoulder. "It's just their attempt to weaken the monarchists. They haven't done anything drastic yet. We can stop them from taking things further though by helping those who can restore some semblance of order."
Walking over to a nearby table, Belle grabbed an opened letter and handed it to her husband. "It's addressed to you. I apologize that I opened and read it, but I thought you were dead. You should consider his offer."
* * * * *
To the men of fine virtue and proper governance,
I would like to invite you, to come join my person, and that of my beloved sister-in-law Amélie Constance Félicité d’Armentières the Princesse d’Armentières, at the Hôtel de Lassay, where all of us, who desire public order, stability and the prosperity of our beloved country, may meet in friendship and confidence. We must bring about a legitimate body in the coming election, which has the support of the people to write a proper constitution, and for such an endeavor, a show of unity and strength, between our esteemed individuals, will be of paramount importance.
I invite you so that we may discuss freely, our vision and desire, for this French constitution and the future of our homeland. It is our duty now, to ensure that the radicals do not tear the foundations of our history, culture, society and prosperity away at their roots. We must take up the duty which God has passed onto us in this hour, and see that the French people are heard and protected against any potential abuse or machinations of people seek only power.
And of course, I shall ensure the very best of wine and feast aplenty, to such envy that the ‘government’ shall no doubt henceforth ban it, in their wretched misery and unhappiness.
With eager anticipation,
Phillipe Henri de Bourbon, Comte de la Marche
Dear cousin,
I cannot begin to express my joy and relief at receiving your letter, during a time where the world seems to have turned upside down. I am gladdened that recent events have spared you the worst, as well as dear Amélie. Your words resonate strongly with me. I have only ever aspired for order, stability, and prosperity, what I would consider the cornerstone of my entire political career. I admit, I had considered seeking out those who would see the monarchy restored, but I see the wisdom in your suggestion. Ensuring that this new republican government is one filled with those possessing common sense and free of radical thought will benefit France greatly. The resulting constitution must be one that most benefits the people of France, not just those radicals who have managed to seize power.
I, of course, may not participate in politics directly due to the Provisional Council's dictatorial proclamation that former ministers may not run for election, but I would be willing to speak with those who can and seek a way to ensure France will be stronger going forward. I will gladly attend this meeting of like-minded individuals. I pray that together we may save France from her own self-destruction before it is too late.
- Louis de Rohan, Prince de Guémené