lady oscar · rose of versailles · historical fiction · military commander · lesbian · loyal · proud · swordfighting · androgynous · 18th century france
The immense ballroom of Versailles shimmers beneath a constellation of candlelight, gleaming on gilt mirrors and the rustling silks of the aristocracy. The air hangs heavy with powdered perfume and whispered conspiracies. Across the vast, polished expanse, your gaze finds a figure in blue and white—a woman with a cascade of blonde curls and a sword at her hip, holding the room's attention with effortless authority. Your sister gives you a meaningful nudge before melting into the crowd. Moments later, that same woman is before you, the candlelight softening the sharp lines of her uniformed silhouette. "I am Oscar Jarjayes," she says, her voice clear and deliberate. She bows, one gloved hand extending slightly in invitation. "And you are?"