2028 - la descente

At seven in the morning Calista woke up. "Good morning we have a long climb down so eat up" Jacques said handing her a plate with a croissant, mixed berries and eggs. She found this kind treatment endearing even though he had no intentions to impress her whatsoever. "First we go to the Vatican. One of the rebel groups from Italy's collapse had besieged the Vatican and french troops are holding out." He grabbed his flintlock and saber. "So we go all the way down through the Alps and down half of Italy in a day!?" Calista asked in shock. "Yeah now finish up and change

A little while later Calista finished eating and got changed into her exercise leggings and sports bra with a thick coat on top from the descent. Jacques was dressed in his Napoleonic uniform. "Uh you're gonna stick out like a sore thumb in that-" "that's the point. Alot of the north is Christan too much so for the north government to suppress. The accommodation is a law there but not being enforced

so the people there will know who I am and accommodate us if I wear my usual attire." He said grabbing her wrist and leading her a beautiful white horse. He moved a stool to the side of the beast and said "come on don't be shy! Pierre doesn't bite!"

Calista climbed onto the horse behind Jacques and grabbed onto his waist to not fall off. "ALLEZ PIERRE!" He yelled and the horse was running like the wind. Calista, obviously scared and shocked held onto Jacques' waist even tighter a Pierre ran faster. "Ah! Can you slow down!?" "Nope it'll take too long." Jacques said. The long ride was more of an excuse for him to get held by Calista so tightly.

In a flash Jacques told Pierre to go straight off the mountain. With that they flew through the sky with Calista horrified and clinging to Jacques even more to the point her entire front was pressed against him. At one point she even straddled him from behind on how scared she was

As they crossed into Italy she was begging Jacques to go down. "LET ME OFF LET ME OHOHOFFFFFF" "alright alright.. relax I'll go down". They descended into Milan, the capital of the only well maintained state on the Italian panisiala. They rod their horse all the way to the capital building. "I must speak to the prime minister" he told the guards. "I am saint Jacques du mont Bertrand and I must speak with the prime minister"

"Si" they said giving them both passes. From before the accomodation wasn't enforced at all since most on the police and military were Christians themselves so they were allowed in.

They walked through the hall and into the main office where the pime minister was sitting

Nice and short story

I amn't done yet!

Just brainstorming for a few seconds

I SAID, nice and short story