Lost Honour:- Reclaiming the Eagle of the 6th Regiment Part 2(Based on an Original Concept by Arc)

[Stormtrooper1990]

Now the concluding part of Lost Honour. Wil Lucille succeed in stealing back what is rightfully France's. And ultimately reunite with her beloved husband...



Near the Amboise Palace 19:00pm 5km outside Paris



"That's as close as I can get you, madame. The road to the gate is closed to carriages, its filled with attendees waiting to go in. I would stick to the shadows." Said the carriage driver as she clambered out of the carriage. "No, this is perfect Monsieur. I have a plan on getting inside. Merci beaucoup." The carriage driver wished her good luck, as he leashed his horses and trundled down the road. Crouching low into the bushes, Lucille neared the gate looking for a suitable woman to steal a dress from. The coachman was right though, it was packed with attendees which meant opportunity, and there were Russians on the gate. As she stuck to the bushes, she overhead too voices standing near a open topped carriage one young male, the other a young woman. Lucille got closer eavesdropping on their conversation. "Come on Marcel, this is our fifth party this week. Couldn't we have just stayed at home?" Asked the young woman, a pretty girl with dark brown hair done up with in the traditional court style, sculptured cheekbones rounded features and big doe shaped blue eyes. Lucille looked at her dress, a beautiful purple diaphanous silk gown. She was adorned with silver diamond dangling earrings with a matching sapphire pendant that hung between her generous cleavage. Clutched in her hand, was a purse where no doubt she kept her invitation. Perfect, her dress and petticoat are just my size. And I could hide the eagle under that dress. Now just to get her alone. Her boyfriend, Marcel sighed. "Come, ma cherie. You want a big wedding don't you, Vivienne? With everybody in Paris high society attending. Besides, your father won't agree to our match unless I prove I can move in these circles." Vivienne sighed smiling. "Alright Mon amour. I love you so much and I do want your hand." She said kissing him. As Marcel pulled out, he caressed her bare shoulder. " But first I need to relieve myself, I shouldn't have had that one glass of wine before we left. Don't go anywhere. I will be right back." He said as they parted, sharing a kiss on the cheek. "Don't be gone too long, Marcel. There's a difference between being late and being fashionably late." Vivienne called after him. Sensing her opportunity, Lucille crept silently towards the unsuspecting woman.



Vivienne Delacroix watched as her fiancé, Marcel Deisailles receded into the shadows to relieve his bladder suddenly feeling very exposed. At 23, Vivienne was a young socialite who had been engaged to her handsome Marcel, the son of a cloth merchant. At first her father disapproved of the match but accepted a compromise. If the couple could expand their social circle to include the more highborn of Paris society then her father would accept his proposal. And that meant a tour of balls and fancy galas. In fact the couple were exhausted, but if this meant they could finally wed then it was worth it. The sound of a branch cracking behind her drew her attention. "Hello? Is someone there?" Vivienne asked the bushes. Silly girl, Vivienne. There's nobody there, probably a squirrel she shrugged turning her back to the shadowy bushes. Suddenly she felt a slender hand clamp around her mouth, dragging her into the bushes. "I'am sorry, mademoiselle. He seems like a fine match, but I really need your dress and your invite. Besides, that dress will suit me better then you, it's a lovely colour." Whispered a young female voice in her ear. "Good night, ma cherie." The last thing Vivienne felt was a sharp blow to the back of her head, knocking her unconscious as she let out a muffled cry of pain. "Now lets get you out of that dress, Vivienne." Lucille said as she lowered the unconscious woman to the ground.



Lucille stripped out of the indecent clothes she had taken from the prostitute, then rubbing her hands together she started to undress the unconscious Vivienne. She removed the girls shoes and jewellery putting them on before she turned Vivienne on her back, unlacing the beautiful dress. Rolling the girl onto her front, Lucille peeled the dress from her slim body exposing her generous and firm breasts with small circular pink areolas along with an expensive silk petticoat. "Sorry, Vivienne but I will be taking that too. Needs must after all, and this is for France." Lucille said as she pulled off her petticoat, revealing a small womanhood crowned with a trimmed triangle of dark brown pubic hair. Averting her gaze from Vivienne's unconscious naked form, Lucille got dressed in Vivienne's undergarment and dress, then as an afterthought copied her court hairstyle. When she was fully dressed, Lucille tore the prostitutes clothing into strips binding and gagging the naked unconscious brunette. As she tightened the gag, she heard footsteps approach the carriage. Crouching over Vivienne, Lucille glanced from the bushes to see Marcel. "Vivienne? Where are you? I told you to wait." He shrugged. "She must have gone ahead. She always was impatient." He said as he walked away. Breathing a sigh of relief, Lucille gave the unconscious girl a pat on her shoulder. "He loves you, Vivienne. Apologies for spoiling your evening." She said to the naked bound woman before she walked out of the bushes.


The Amboise Palace 15 minutes later


Walking towards the two guards, who were checking invitations Lucille took out her invitation flashing them a quick friendly smile. The guard on the right smiled back. "Good evening my lady. Might I trouble you for your invitation?" He said holding out his hand expectantly. Lucille still smiling handed him her invite, as the second guard looked at her appreciatively. "That's a beautiful dress, my lady." Lucille turned to him, grinning slightly. "Thank you, soldier. I just picked it out for this evening." She said inwardly smiling at the irony. "All seems to be in order." The first guard said handing her back her invitation. "Please enjoy the ball, mademoiselle Vivienne Delacroix." Lucille thanked the two men as they opened the gate to admit her. Grinning at how her plan was working so far, and how much fun she was having, Lucille entered the bustling ballroom. She took one glass of champagne, blending in as she weaved through the crowd who were chatting to the sound of a lovely waltz. Making her way to the the staircase, taking a sip of champagne Lucille overheard two guests chatting near the drinks table. "You know this is his gala, right but he is still sleeping. These Russians are not punctual people. Eloise" Said a tall young man dressed in a fine black suit. "I know, Guillaume." Replied a young woman in a navy dress. "It's his wife I feel sorry for. He never pays any attention to Beatrice, just fondles his trophy more than his wife. And she will back over here drinking all the champagne, flirting with all the pretty girls. Most unseemly. He's still upstairs in his room. War hero? Bah! More like lazy oaf!" Setting down her champagne and starting up the staircase, Lucille heard a familiar voice from the dance floor it was Marcel. "Have you seen, Vivienne. My fiancée?" He asked the assorted guests frantically. "I told her to wait outside, she went in, but i can't find her. Will you please help me?!" He pleaded with the guests who all shook their heads. Lucille just chuckled as she walked up the stairs, strangely not feeling any real guilt.




Lucille walked along the upstairs corridor, coming towards a pair of ornate gilded double doors. Placing her hand on the knob she gently turned it, opening the door quietly. I hope I have better luck then earlier, I don't want to find another angry young woman in here she thought as she gently entered the room. Lucille breathed a sigh of relief as she saw a sleeping General Von Vandenberg, snoring loudly on a large four poster bed still dressed in his dress uniform. And there perched on his bedside table, was her prize the golden eagle of the 6th Regiment, her husband's eagle. Letting out a brief breath of awe, Lucille closed the door quietly sneaking up towards the eagle, being careful not to wake the sleeping General. Now to get it out of here, there is plenty of room in this dress.. Lucille weighed up her options, looking at the closed window she saw the curtains held closed by ribbons. Walking quietly to the curtains, Lucille removed one of the longer ribbons tying it around her waist under her dress then she walked over to the bedside table. Taking the eagle quietly from the table, pausing as the General let out a very loud snore, Lucille tied the other end of the ribbon to the eagle placing it under her dress and between her legs. Then she grabbed some paper, writing " France takes back what is hers, thief..." placing on the table where the eagle had been. Wincing slightly as the eagle banged off her legs, Lucille carefully left the room as quiet as a church mouse closed the door behind the general. She let out a triumphant hushed celebration as she walked down the corridor. Now comes the hard part she thought. I have to get out of here, with the nation between my legs Taking a deep breath, Lucille gently walked back down the stairs to the ballroom.



As soon as she placed one foot on the ballroom floor, Lucille heard an almighty scream as the general appeared on the 1st floor gallery overlooking the balcony, very red faced and enraged. "Some thief has stolen my eagle! Nobody is to leave! I want all guards to search the men and we must send word to the convent to search all the women, except my wife immediately!" Lucille rolled her eyes Merde, I can't catch a break what am I going to do know she thought as she was approached by a young blonde woman, who was very drunk. "That's my husband-hic-loves his fucking eagle more than he loves me, bastard. You look very pretty if I may say so, my dear." She said as she swayed unsteadily on her feet, looking her with a suggestive eye. This must be Beatrice, the generals wife. This gives me an idea. Beatrice was a beautiful woman, despite being red in the face from drink. She had the same colour hair as Lucille, hung low across her bared shoulders with the same colour eyes with similar build and facial features. Her dress was a beautiful white silk gown that brought out her impressive cleavage, white high heels with gold pearl earrings and choker, Beatrice was also carrying a fan that she wafted herself with occasionally. It would be very easy to get the eagle under that dress. "Yes, you are a pretty little thing. Your eyes are very bright like sapphires-hic- like mine. And that dress brings out your figure ma cherie." Beatrice said caressing Lucille's bare arm. Lucille wasn't attracted to other women, but she had friends who were and besides she needed that dress, it was her ticket out of here. "Why thank you, my lady Von Vandenberg. You are looking lovely yourself, and that dress brings out the best in you." Lucille leaned in stringing her along, returning the caress. Beatrice finished her champagne, leaning in close to Lucille. "You my love, are a treasure. Come with me to the garden, there should be no prying eyes and I want you all to myself." Taking Lucille's hand in hers, Beatrice lead her out of the ballroom. "Lead the way, Beatrice." Lucille said wincing as the eagle banged against her legs.



They found themselves in a private garden just off the ballroom, Beatrice caressed Lucille's cheek as they sat on a bench with bushes behind them. "You have no idea, how difficult it is sweetheart to be-hic-married to a soldier. A man more obsessed with soldiering then sex." I do actually and he's a much better man then your thieving bastard. She thought as Beatrice laid her hands in Lucille's. "We women don't need men, which is why we must seek companionship-hic- in each other. Don't you agree, what's your name?" Lucille stood up, feigning innocent naviety. "Vivienne. I'am not sure, I'am a married woman..." Beatrice rose unsteadily swaying. "Vivienne-hic- marriage it's overrated. Come love kiss me, show me the same love my husband-hic- shows is fucking eagle-ugh!" Lucille took out the eagle bashing Beatrice in the gut, causing her to double up in pain. "What you mean this, eagle?" She said bringing it down on her head, knocking the woman unconscious. "I'am so sorry for using you so irreverently." Lucille said to the eagle slipping it back under her dress. Looking around, checking that no one was around Lucille took Beatrice under her arms dragging her into the bushes.



"Sorry Beatrice, but I'am not into other women. Besides marriage works, you just needed to find the right man." Lucille said as she stripped off Vivienne's purple gown, jewellery and shoes letting her hair down but keeping the petticoat. Kneeling by the unconscious Beatrice, Lucille removed her jewellery and shoes putting them on before unlacing the woman's dress. "I really hope you find the right person for you, Beatrice." She said as she peeled the white dress from her slim body, exposing Beatrice's well formed buoyant breasts with rose petal pink areolas and silk petticoat. " I'll let you keep your modesty, my Lady Beatrice. This is a fabulous dress though." Lucille turned from the half naked Beatrice, pulled Beatrice's dress on lacing it up and straightening it out. "It is a decent fit, well bonsoir Beatrice and thanks for your help." She said as she took up, Beatrice's fallen fan leaving her sprawled half naked in the bushes.



Lucille walked gently through the ballroom which was full of guards and nuns searching the guests, but none approached her the dress parting the crowd as she concealed her face with the fan. She approached the front entrance of the palace which was flanked by two Russian soldiers, who shifted uncomfortably as she approached them. "Your Ladyship there as been a situation, someone as stolen your husband's eagle." Lucille used the fan to conceal her lower face. "I'am aware of that, soldier. But I have a prior engagement and I need to leave." She said perfectly mimicking Beatrice's voice. The second soldier gulped nervously. "But my lady, your husbands eagle.." Lucille eyed him angrily. " How dare you question your superiors wife. What are your names soldiers? Once my husband hears of this, you two will be cleaning out the stables with your tongues for your impertinence." The two soldiers glanced at each other nervously. "Forgive me, your Ladyship. It's been a long night that's all. Safe travels and please don't say anything to the General about this...incident." They moved aside, as the second soldier opened the door. Thanking them in Beatrice's voice, Lucille walked past them taking extreme care with the eagle. Walking towards the gate, Lucille found a nearby carriage she called up to the driver. "Driver, take me to the residence of Monsieur Pierre Le Coubitan, Rue De La Chasse, Val de Lesser." The man put out his pipe. "Right you are madame." He said as Lucille clambered into the carriage. As the carriage trundled down the lawn and through the gate Lucille leaned back into her seat, and let out a little whoop of joy before collecting herself. "I did it, Jean-Luc I did it. For you and for France." She as gazed into the night sky, stars twinkling overhead.



The morning after 10:00am


Lucille sat in her bedroom at her father's villa, smiling as she wrote a letter to Jean-Luc telling him of her adventures and success in reclaiming the eagle last night. The Dinner Circle had given her a heroes welcome as she walked through the door last night with the eagle, which left the most frightful bruises on her thighs, but the pain had been worth enduring. Lucille had never felt so empowered. The Dinner Circle had boxed the eagle, having a sympathetic trader smuggle it out on the next ship to Elba. The sound of the door opening drew Lucille from her thoughts. "This is an outrage, there is talk that General Von Vandenberg's eagle as been stolen! Talk of an audacious robbery, naked women in bushes! The city is in uproar! People are cheering in the streets and the Russians are tearing the city apart!" Her father's angry voice preceded him, as he walked inside. Lucille turned up to face him a smug look on her face, It's nice to know that my handiwork is appreciated she thought. "What have you got to be so smug about, daughter?" He asked seeing the grin on her face. "Oh, just thinking of the imminent return of our emperor. For you it will be time to change sides again "peer of France" won't it? But I would be quick about it if I where you. Our Emperor doesn't take too kindly to traitors." Clemenceau's face flushed with fury. "How dare you! It's you, your husband and your blasted Dinner Circle who are the traitors!" Lucille shot up from her chair "Non! How dare you father. What are you exactly? Not a traitor that's for sure, because first you would have to pick a side. You finally have, but you father have choose the wrong one. Vive L'Empereur! Now if you excuse me I have a letter to post and I need to get my house back from those thrice cursed russians." She said brushing past him, letter in hand. "I won't stand for this insolence any more, Lucille! If you keep showing me disrespect, by God I'll have you thrown in a convent!" Lucille turned as she reached the door. "I would like to see you try!" She said over her shoulder before sweeping from the room.


Epilogue One Year Later. Our Scared Mary Convent outside of Paris 11:00am



Lucille sat in her small pigeon hole of a chamber gazing out the open window, sighing as she remembered those fateful words she spoke to her father a year ago. It turns that he not only tried but he actually did. It had been a month since the disastrous Battle of Waterloo, in which L'Empereur had gambled and lost everything in one huge battle. The Coalition, under the command of the Duke of Wellington had broken the French forces including the 6th Regiment and so far Lucille had heard nothing about her beloved Jean-Luc, who was at the Battle. She once again was out of her mind with worry, sweltering in her black repressive nuns habit. It seems that her father has won after all, she would have to marry the horse faced Vice Prefect after all. Unless of course, she had some divine intervention Lucille couldn't see how she could escape. A sudden knock at her door drew her attention, turning rising from her chair, she opened the door to reveal Novice Clementine, a pretty girl who she had befriended and who had proven her loyalties. " My Lady Lucille." She said curtseying. "I have a letter from a hooded messenger, he says he's your husband's most loyal soldier." Feeling a strong sense of déja vû, Lucille took the letter. "Thank you, Clementine. That will be all." The young novice curtseyed. "Of course my lady, go with god and Vive L'Empereur!" Lucille smiled repeating the oath as she bade the girl farewell before she closed the door. She then quickly opened the letter, reading it.



My Dearest Lucille


I write this letter with all due haste. I await you at the Paris docks, where I have booked passage for us on a ship bound for the New World, called the Aphrodite. The ship is due to depart in a couple of hours. We can finally escape the clutches of your cursed father and start a new life. Maybe a new family together. You need to hurry, my heart don't be late.


Eternally yours

Jean-Luc


Taking a deep breath and crying tears of joy, Lucille shoved the letter into her habit. Time is of the essence, I have no time to waste. See you soon my love It was time to get out of this repressive hell hole. Approaching her window, Lucille looked out to see a drainpipe descending to a hay cart below, where a young peasant girl was working. Lucille smiled Ugh! Another drainpipe, I lead a mysterious charmed life. Well at least I will have a change of clothes, I'am not wearing this sweltering garment a moment longer Taking hold of the gutter, Lucille started the long shimmy down to the hay cart. But as she got half way down, Lucille felt her habit and undergarments snag on the gutter. Stupid fucking long dress! she thought desperately trying to free herself then she felt a tearing sound as she lost her grip. "Oh merde!" She yelled as her clothes, underwear and all were torn from her body as Lucille let out a brief scream falling into into the hay cart naked with a crunch of hay.



Leòni Dubios paused in her sweeping the hay, turning as she thought she heard a woman scream before a crunching sound of something heavy falling into her hay cart. At 21, Leòni was a simple peasant girl from a farm just down the road from the convent, whose family often did favours for the good sisters here. She was an attractive girl with slender cheekbones, heart shaped features and freckles dotting her cheeks with almond shaped pale green eyes, her long ginger hair tied into a bun hidden by a white cloth wimple. She was dressed in a cheap brown long sackcloth dress, that covered any skin underwhich she wore a cheap chemise and petticoat too poor to afford a corset. Curious, Leòni turned to the hay cart. "Hello? Is anyone in there? Are you alright?" She asked getting near the cart, suddenly the only answer she received was a small fist that struck her on the cheek. Letting out a whelp of pain, Leòni was sent sprawling onto her back, unconscious.




Lucille hopped out of the hay cart, completely naked. Pausing to take out a loose bit of hay in her hair, she glanced up at the drainpipe seeing her torn clothes dangling from the gutter. "I hate drainpipes." She said before she crouched down beside the unconscious peasant girl who had a rustic beauty all her own, caressing the collar of her dress. "Look, I'am terribly sorry about this but you didn't expect me to run around naked do you?" Lucille removed the girls wimple and shoes ignoring the strong smell of turnips coming from the girl's clothes. "Well beggars can't be choosers." She said was she turned over the unconscious peasant, unlacing the girls dress peeling it from her slim body. "Sorry mademoiselle, the small clothes too. Needs must after all." Lucille remarked to the unconscious redhead as she copied her hairstyle before removing her chemise, opening it out to reveal small young breasts with circular pink puffy areolas. Slipping on the chemise, Lucille whipped off the peasants cheap petticoat exposing a full pink womanhood topped with an untrimmed smattering of ginger hair. Turning from the pretty unconscious peasant, Lucille quickly got dressed in her stolen clothes. After tying on the girl's wimple, Lucille grabbed the naked girls ankles dragging her over to a nearby haystack. "Thanks, ma cherie. Your clothes are a good fit, it's a good job you were here or I would have to run around naked, and believe me you don't want that." She said as she tossed the naked redhead into the haystack, before clambering onto the hay cart. Lashing the horses, a huge grin on her face as she trundled away from the convent towards Paris.



The Docks of Paris 1 hour 30 mins later



Lucille had arrived at the docks at the banks of the Seine with 30 mins to spare and as she leapt from the hay cart she caught a whiff of turnips from her stolen clothes, she sighed I can't very well approach my dear Jean Luc dressed like this and smelling like a farm. I need a change of clothes... As if on cue, a young brunette woman walked past her wearing a sumptuous silk periwinkle dress embroidered with gold thread matching dress gloves to the elbow and black leather shoes. She a pearl necklace with matching dangling pearl earrings and carried a blue parasol. Lucille smiled, appraising the young woman as she followed her. She had the sculptured cheekbones, diamond shaped features and dazzling grey eyes of a high society lady. Her light brown hair done up in a stylish bun. Lucille grinned She is just my size and Jean-Luc loves me in blue, says it matches my eyes. Besides it will look better on me . Luckily for Lucille, the woman decided to take a shortcut through a back alley, seizing her opportunity Lucille clamped a hand over the woman's mouth, dragging her into a nearby alcove lined with empty crates. She swiftly punched the rich girl in the back of her head, the girl letting out a brief muffled cry of pain as she slumped unconscious in Lucille's arms, dropping her parasol. Lucille laid the unconscious woman on the ground on her side, before she stripped naked.


"Usually I would be apologising to you right now, ma cherie. But I'am in a hurry and I need to look my best for my husband." Lucille said as she removed the girls jewellery, shoes and gloves putting them on then copied her hairstyle. She unlaced the young woman's dress peeling from her slender shoulders down her slim attractive body, revealing her cream whalebone corset and french silk white petticoat. Wow, I couldn't even afford a whalebone corset, well I'am taking that Lucille thought as she unlaced the corset pulling it loose from her chest, her generous well formed breasts with full dark pink perky areolas spilling out. Rolling the half naked woman onto her front, Lucille pulled down the petticoat exposing a small vulva crowned with a small trimmed triangle of light brown pubic hair. Without turning around, Lucille got dressed in her new stolen undergarments and blue dress. I knew she was my size, unlucky you. She thought as she quickly tore the peasants clothes into strips binding and gagging the unconscious naked brunette. With the girl secured, Lucille picked her up under the shoulders dragging over to an empty crate tipping her inside before she scooped up the fallen parasol. Opening it out, Lucille stepped out of the alley beginning the hunt for Jean-Luc and the Aphrodite .



It didn't take long for Lucille to find the ship and there standing near the gangplank was the unmistakable handsome dark haired features and big brown eyes of her husband Jean-Luc. "Dear Jean Luc!" Jean Luc turned his face stretching into a broad grin as he laughed running towards her. "My sweet beautiful Lucille, a true heroine of France!" He cried as he took her into his arms, twirling her around. She laughed with delight before planting a passionate kiss on his lips, one he returned with gusto. "My love, you look gorgeous. I have always said blue is your colour. But I half expected you to turn up in a nuns habit." He said as they pulled out. "Well it's a long story, I had a little accident escaping. Besides this dress looks better on me than it did the other girl." Jean Luc laughed. "Unlucky her then." They shared another kiss, before Jean Luc sniffed the air. "Is that turnip I smell?" Lucille smiled mischievously, caressing Jean Luc's back. "That was the accident. I had to take a dress from a peasant. Beggars can't be choosers." Jean-Luc laughed as he took his hands in hers. "Well, I happen to find the smell of turnip extremely.... attractive." He teased as he led her up the gangplank onto the ship. She stopped him, turning to passionately kiss him again. "Well, you can always scrub me down later my darling." They both giggled as the captain made final preparations to launch.



Our Sacred Mary Convent 45 minutes earlier


Monsieur Clemenceau leaned back in the leather upholstery of his carriage in triumph, clutched in his hand was the annulment papers for his fool daughters marriage to that traitorous peasant turned soldier Jean Luc Fontaine. Finally his ungrateful little girl will marry Antoine Du Pont, the Vice Prefect and cement the Clemenceau name in the upper echelons of the new Bourbon regime. He imagined the look on her face as he shoved the papers under her face, it would be an even more sweeter moment than the time he had Lucille carted off to this convent. His daughter having ran her mouth off during the 100 days and finally driving him to make good on his threats. Smiling widely as the carriage stopped, he clambered out to see a very confusing scene his face dropping. Ahead a crowd of nuns were helped a very traumatised and very naked redheaded girl from a haystack who was mumbling. "The woman in the haystack, took my clothes..." The mother superior, an elderly woman approached as she saw him. "What as happened here, mother?" The woman shook her head. "My lord Clemenceau. We are sorry to say that your daughter escaped from our care." She said gesturing to the nuns habit and underwear dangling from the gutter above the gutter as if to answer his question. "And the girl, what happened to her?" He said gesturing to the sobbing naked redhead, as nuns covered her modesty with a blanket. "Your daughter assaulted poor young Leóni, rendering her unconscious and stealing her clothes and hay cart. But we have an idea where she was heading." The mother replied handing her a letter. "We found that at the foot of the wall, my lord. It may help you find her. Now please excuse me, I need to find some clothes for the poor girl." Clemenceau bade the old woman farewell before opening the note. Reading it, he flew into a rage. "Driver! Get me to the docks of Paris and quickly man!" He said as he bounded back to his carriage



The Docks of Paris



As Monsieur Clemenceau arrived at the docks, he exited to find city guards surrounding another naked distressed woman this time an attractive brunette perched on a crate, getting a good luck at her. "Some peasant girl cold cocked me and stole all my clothes and jewellery. That cost me 500 francs! Help me!" She sobbed tears streaming down her pretty face, as a guardsman covered her in his tunic averting his eyes out of decency. Has he looked ahead, Clemenceau could see a ship receding into the distance. He ran towards it and as he reached the dock, Clemenceau could make out the Aphrodite sailing up the Seine towards the channel two figures standing on the stern waving at him. It was then he fell to his knees, laughing hysterically as his daughter escaped from his reach. He tore up the annulment papers, flinging the pieces into the air around him. "She's gone! Of course she's gone! Why wouldn't she be?!" He said in a fit of hysteria as he walked back towards his carriage, defeated.


Lucille turned to Jean Luc, passionately kissing him. "I'am finally free of the loathsome bastard. And I'am finally free to be with the man I love." She as she pulled out. "And there is nowhere else I would rather be then with the woman I love by my side." Jean Luc replied as they embraced before finally saying farewell to Paris forever.