In many romance novels, Paris was where every girl's dreams came true. The heroines either found their destined true love there or became models, ballet dancers, or artists.
In reality, many girls who came with dreams arrived full of hope and left disappointed. The nobles had left the Marais and moved to Saint-Germain because it was close to the road leading to Versailles and Louis XIV. If they could not even bear to walk that little extra distance, let alone campaign across Europe or travel all the way to the Americas.
Napoleon was not the "prince" prophesied to protect humanity. Though the arena built in the forest was made of wood, it looked no different from the ancient Roman Colosseum. The ancient Germans had a kind of house called a "maison magique." In myths, such "magic houses" could be built in the blink of an eye and were said to often be gifts from one's ancestors.
According to ancient Roman customs, convicted prisoners were driven into the Colosseum to put on bloody death matches, or thrown to wild beasts to be torn apart for entertainment.
By comparison, Georgiana preferred the people of France in the twenty-first century. On the Orient Express she had taken, the chef Philippe had once helped refugees fleeing by train because Britain had become embroiled in the pure-blood civil war launched by Voldemort. He had even invited Georgiana to make cuisine from France while watching the sunset. He had also fantasized about becoming an Interpol officer and arresting criminals, only to be severely taught a lesson by his terrifying mother, forcing him to face reality and abandon that dream.
If God had decreed that they bear the fate of failure, then so be it. Even now, many people in France still could not figure out how