Paris, 1815 - Treason most foul
Several men stood, huddled over a table in the basement of a cramped café in the middle of Paris. They were all young men, and in their youth, they craved for change, they craved for revolution. They had heared of the glories of the Republic, the glories of the empire, but were all too young to experience it. To them it was not reality, it was legend. They were radicals, young, energetic radicals. These were the things the Bourbons should and would fear most. A day will come, when their own people would rally against them, and ultimately, depose them. Perhaps the Bourbons knew this, perhaps they knew that they and their reactionary allies could only buy so much time before the tide of nationalism and liberalism swept Europe off its' feet.
The leader of the group was Adolphe Thiers, a talented writer and outspoken liberal. What Thiers lacked in looks, he made up for in sheer intellectual power. He had a small, round face, and a small pointed noise which was covered in large, circular spectacles. He was the butt of countless jokes, but took it all in stride. He was an eloquent speaker, and soon, had organized an underground movement within Paris itself, the heart of the Bourbon kingdom, but also the heart of the republican movement.
Upon the table they stood, was pinned a miniature tricoluore, a forbidden symbol of the revolution. Also laying, were countless articles of their weekly pamphlet the Constitutionalle, a liberal minded paper. They looked at each other, all knowing that even conspiring here was treason, but they all knew they had to do it. It had to be done, for the sake of France.
Adolphe was the first to speak out:
"Welcome, monsieurs. I bid you welcome."
"You know why you are hear, we are hear for France," he paused "The reactionaries will stop at nothing to ruin our great nation, even now they are executing all who supported the revolution. They are doing it in the south. Louis the gluton says he has nothing to do with it, but as you all know, he is lying."
"However, we are powerless. The people of France are in a slumber, worn out from the failures of 1815. The situation is grave, but these are desperate times, and desperate times call for desperate measures."
"..what are you proposing, Adolphe? Get to the point already."
"Of course, well, over the past weeks, I have secretly been sending letters throughout the republican circles of France, and it seems I have brought two individuals to our side. They should be here soon."
A knock was heard on the door. One of the men opened it and Adolphe exclaimed in celebration, "Ah, welcome Monsieurs Talleyrand and Davout what a pleasure it is to see you!"
"Back to the point, what I am proposing here, my friends, is revolution."
