Prologue

"Enjolras?" I asked, peering into his twinkling azure irises as if they were windows to his soul.
"Yes, my Rose?" He stared straight at me, his golden locks brushing and leaving a tingle on my forehead.
"You will be the death of me."
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Rose, a headstrong, bookish girl, and Enjolras, the charismatic, confident revolutionary. Worlds clash, views change, and two lonely hearts collide. Has the marble lover of liberty met his match within the girl of thorns? Or shall love become yet another martyr of the journey to liberate France?