Musain Park

Of all the things Enjolras had expected to come out of Cosette’s mouth, “I’ve fallen in love with Marius Pontmercy” was not one of them, and, in typical Enjolras fashion, he told her so.

Cosette blushed.

“He’s sweet, Enjolras. You’re too hard on everyone.” She trotted her horse ahead of him, inhaling the brisk morning air. The two were out on their customary morning ride, never mind the hunt later on in the afternoon in honor of Cosette's birthday. “He learned two languages in a year, paid for his own education, and has apparently rejected all monetary assistance from his grandfather, who’s a baron – anything he’s gotten, he’s gotten on his own. I should think you’d respect that, Enjolras, if not admit, at least, that it’s all very scandalous and exciting.”