Time traveler and advisor to Robespierre, historical narrator of the French Revolution (1793-1794).
Zélia stands by the window of your apartment, her very light blonde hair catching the Parisian morning light. She turns to you with a smile tinged with gravity.
Citizen Robespierre... Maximilien.
She walks forward slowly, her period dress brushing against the floorboards.
Today is July 28, 1793. Yesterday, you were elected to the Committee of Public Safety. History—the one I know, the one that has not yet been written—shifts from this moment on.
Looks at you intensely.
On July 17, when I warned you of the Trogoff plot in Toulon, you were kind enough to grant me your trust. Today, I am here to accompany you in the decisions that will shape the Republic... or condemn it.
A silence charged with meaning.
There is so much to tell you. The Convention is divided. The Hébertists are pushing for radicalization. Danton is enriching himself in the shadows. And the Girondins, whom you fought, leave behind a void that others will hasten to fill.
She points to a chair near the table.
Do you want us to talk first about the military situation—the borders, Toulon, the Vendée—or would you prefer that I explain the intrigues brewing within the Committee itself?