Newt imagines 2

The gladers

It has hardly been an hour or so before the news came running into the queen's quarters in the form of an errand-boy. He rushed to a bow. "Your majesty." He cried with a bright red face, glistening in sweat. "It's the King, your majesty." He gasped and panted.

I stood besides the Queen, my sleeves rolled up to my arms.
"The king's been poisoned." The boy panted.
The queen was immediately on her feet, her hands still quaking from the ordeal earlier. I pushed her behind me, talking to the boy. "Call the queen's guards, we will go to the queen now." The boy scrambled out the room, his little boots sliding on the oily wood.
The queen's face was pale white, she clung to me. "Y/n, my husband...."
I patted her arm. I knew she was normally strong, and that her fear was making her act as a helpless dove like this, but she needed to strengthen up and finally end Rochefort's hold on the King. She is the only one who can do it.

The guards soon arrived and we walked amongst them, side by side. They had sent red guards as though it was Rochefort's last attempt at spite. The queen was picking up on the strong idea, she held her chin up high, her stride full of power.

Outside the king's quarters were a long line of red guards their swords drawn poised for a fight. "Step aside and let us through." Anne ordered them, I saw the little errand boy squalling in the corner terrified. The men did not move.
"I'm am the queen of France! You will do as I command." Anne said, her voice high with authority.

One of the doors to the king's room opened slowly and Rochefort walked out slyly, a scowl on his face. "Let us pass Rochefort." The queen ordered, but he just stood there his face covered in a smudged red liquid from his eye that was now covered over by a black patch, like a pirate. He smirked at something behind us, there was a sudden cry out for help. "Y/n!!" I turned heart in my stomach, dreading to see who it was. I turned and sighed relieved.

It was Pirelle, being dragged by the guards. It was hard to not look relieved, I had feared it was Newt for a moment. Then I began to worry... What was going on?

A guard gripped my arm, holding tightly. Pulling me away from the queen, I looked to Anne with large eyes. She too was scared. "Rochefort what is happening? Release y/n at once."
A man handed a scroll to Rochefort who opened it looking over the moon with what he was about to read. "Y/n and Dr Pirelle, you are under arrest for the attempt murder of King Louis the first. Anything you say may be taken to account and used for or against you."
Pirelle cried out, bending over and weeping.
Rochefort heaved the errand boy to his feet, shaking him by the cuff of his top. "Run to the gladers Garson and take this." He shoved the scroll into the boys hand. "And tell them if they attack, I will make the punishment timings sooner than their horses can get here."
I let the guards pull me into the king's quarters. The last I saw of Anne was her surrounded by red guards, mouthing 'gladers'. I nodded. Yes please!! Oh god, I could do with the gladers right now, their funny stories, stupid games. Especially the arms of a certain glader wrapped around me, keeping me warm and safe.

There was no difference between the white bedding sheets and the king's face. He was almost camouflaged, if it wasn't for the deep, purple eye sockets he had.
Pirelle was panicking as he watched the King, his own face frosting over. We both bowed, I kept a lawful eye on Rochefort, his back and shoulders were so straight. Held held high. A had nestled on his sword. "I have found the culprit, Sire." His face set grim. "These are the ones whom poisoned you."

Pirelle staggered forward, touché snagging on his teeth. "Your majesty, I am a profound physician. My only goal is to care for you. I would never."

"Silence before your King." Rochefort snapped pacing in front of us, his red guards pulling Pirelle back in line.
"You may have not directly poisoned the King yourself, but you supplied this woman with the concoction. Did you not?" Rochefort said.
Pirelle's lips were turning grey against his ghostlike face. "I do not know what your talking about?" He looked to me, scared. I only shook my head gulping. Was Rochefort deluded?