Queen of the purple flame(Revised)

VII. Lucille's Birthright

Spring 1519

In Lucille's nineteenth year, Lucille was in the war room of the pavilion which had been enchanted to resemble Château Beaufeu. The pavilion had many chambers and in the war room they planned war strategies in which they held their council meetings. She was going over the plan of attack with her lord father and the great lords and bannermen, who had given their oath to aid Lucille's conquest in reclaiming her throne.

It had all started to come together at Lucille's Homecoming Ball, she thought back to that day a year ago. Lucille had worn her shimmering ball gown with her sparking silver tiara over her sleek black hair which was styled into a French braided bun. All the nobility of the realm had been invited to witness the return of the heir to the La Royaume throne, although the King of Oakencrest didn't make an appearance he sent ambassadors in his stead. They acted as the King's ears and eyes, they would report back everything to their master what transpired at the ball.

Lucille descended down the grand staircase her gown trailed behind her, she had been met at the bottom of the stairs by numerous aristocrats, some old friends and enemies of her father's and her late mother. She greeted them with the grace of a queen to be. She danced with lords and princes from other neighbouring kingdoms and at the end of the night her father called for silence as Lucille made her first public speech.

"Mes Seigneurs et mes dames, we have come together to celebrate my return, but also I wish to honour Ma mère, who sadly couldn't be here with us!" there were sad faces of loved ones of her mother's. There was silence as they remembered her. "Which is why I have decided to take back my throne in her honour and I will do whatever it takes to reclaim it. So who is with me, who will stand with me against the King and his armies?! She smiled reassuringly.

And then one by one lords and ladies of different houses came forward on bended knee and pledged their loyalty to her their future queen of La Royaume and the ambassadors didn't hesitate and rode back to their master to spread the news.

Lucille was back in the war room in the present day, as she addressed her lords and father who she had made Lord Commander of her armies. Together they had raised thousands of soldiers to their cause. When the people of Beaufeu and La Royaume heard of Lucille's return they joined her cause willingly and many more were joining everyday for under her they hoped to rid themselves of the tyrant King of Oakencrest and place her on the Royaume throne in her rightful place. It was her destiny to be queen.

They were going over maps of the King's territory which they had been camped in for some time, in preparation for the upcoming war. Lucille was wearing her enchanted battle armour with her purple satin cloak, and her side she wore a belt buckle with her enchanted sword sheathed, her sleek black hair was braided in the French style of a bun.

She looked across the room to her father. Commanding troops was in his blood his father before him and his before him fought in great wars under their king, but her father wasn't keen on the idea of her taking part in battles. He wanted her to just stay a figurehead for her people. Give them hope in the dark times ahead. Lucille thought back to the time when they argued over it.

Lucille had been shouting at her father in the grand halls of the château and the servants could hear every word as it echoed through the halls. "I want to fight!" she yelled, "I said no, it's far too precarious you're the future of this house!" her father retorted. Lucille gritted her teeth in frustration, she felt ten again when her adopted parents wouldn't let her do what she wanted, she still thought of them dearly. "But this is my war-" "This is not your war belle!" she was interrupted by an arrogant gentlemen as he laughed boastfully.

They both turned and that's when Lucille noticed how handsome he was and she smiled crookedly as she saw his broad grin on his smooth tanned face. Lucille forgot her worries for a moment as she noticed how attractive he was and her father chuckled at her reaction to him. "This is not your war belle!" he repeated as he smirked at her.