During the Reign of Terror it didn't matter who you were; the butcher, the baker, or the candlestick maker; too many lives met the fate of the guillotine. My Elizabeth was one of the first, during the first days of the September Massacre of 1792. And I will never, for the rest of my life, however long that may be, forgive myself for losing her.
But first, I must return to the beginning. To where it all began so you can truly understand our extraordinary love...because I meant what I said, our love will last for all eternity.
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