Susan was the English form of Susanna. She was the son of Caroline Bonaparte and a descendant of Prince Lucien Murat.
Although Lucien Murat had five children—two daughters and three sons—by Susanna's generation, all direct male descendants were gone. Calling her a princess was merely a courtesy; even her surname had become quite common. And no matter how well she maintained herself, she was already in her forties. Human women of that age could hardly bear children, so even if she inherited the princely title, it would end with her generation.
Whatever she intended to do, Severus found the unconscious Monica in the dressing room. She had no idea what had happened and, upon waking, was still asking whether the show had begun.
People nowadays liked this sort of atmosphere. Severus found an empty room and spread out a map of Paris. Though he was not at the fashion show, rhythmic music echoed through the vast corridors of Versailles. He supposed those taking part could not hear the clamor of people outside the gates of Versailles two hundred years ago, demanding bread.
Time truly was a terrifying thing. Not only could it drain away life, but it could also make people forget so much.
Severus's finger traced a circle centered on Les Invalides, with the intersection of the Rose Line and the extension of the Champs-Élysées at the Louvre Museum as its radius, before finally stopping at one spot.
That place was called Swan Island. At its southwesternmost tip stood a sculpture named the Statue of Liberty, the original version of the Statue of Liberty in New York, America.
Swans usually represented Zeus, king of the gods. Many Gaulish remains were actually buried beneath the Champ de Mars. As for Swan Island, it was long and narrow, not at all