❝ For what truly is Paris? It is in the joyful smile of the backbone of the working city, the hammer of a blacksmith chiming or the constant call of a merchant. It is in the raging, pure words of a revolutionary. It is in the face of a hungry child. —— -
Forty-three years have passed since the Wars of Religion turned citizen against citizen, but the city of Paris remains divided by far more than the Seine. With the sudden death of the beloved Sun King, Louis Valois, who had led France to victory against foreign skirmishes and healed a wounded nation, an uneasy peace has lingered in the aftermath.
Rumours of the current King, Alexandre Valois’, illegitimacy still abound. Spread in part by the revolutionary group La Bande Noire, the revolutionaries have not surrendered the belief among their members that the true heir of France still survives, although they known nothing of his identity. In the court at the palace of Tuileries, courtiers, clergymen, royals, and nobility play their high games of power, while in the streets, the King’s Musketeers and the Cardinal’s Red Guard continue their well-earned rivalries and the desperation of many of the impoverished people of Paris rages unabated.
It’s the year of 1641...
...and the city of Paris shudders upon the brink of revelation or destruction. It is a powderkeg waiting to explode - and only time will tell who will be left standing once that fuse finally burns down to light. All it might take is a single – - spark.
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