Present Day. The stables at French Court. Francis un-mounting his horse.
Bash: Still grieving brother.
Francis: I'm not grieving, Bash
Bash: You still ride to the place where she was last seen. One would call that grieving.
Francis: It's not grieving, it's called being productive.
Bash: Trained bloodhounds couldn't find her, what makes you think you can?
Francis: I am the dauphin of France, I have many resources at my disposal.
Bash: It's been years Francis, seasons have come, rainstorms have washed away the ruins of yesterday...All evidence of her is gone. You've been beating yourself up about this for years
Francis: I'm going to find her.
Bash: Francis?
Francis: Don't say it.
Bash: She's gone.
Francis: You don't know that.
Bash: She's gone Francis, it's time to let her go.
Meanwhile. Somewhere in the world. Nighttime.
You look to see if the coast is clear, you open your window and throw a rope you made from your bed sheets, then scale down the wall.
"3,2,1 Go!" Jump* Screams* Laughter*
Friend #1: Your turn Rose (You)
You: I'll be down in a minute.
Friend #2: Awe come on! You've done this a million times.
Friend #3: Yeah, in daylight. You Scared of the dark Rose?
You: I'm scared of anything.
Friend #1: Then prove it?
You: Alright.
You get into position.
"3,2,1" You jump, the water is cold, your friends cheer.
Later.
You and your friends are sitting around a fire you built, talking, laughing, making jokes, and drinking.
Friend #3: Okay Rose, where do you see yourself in 10 years.
You: I don't know...but I'm thinking about ruling a country
Everybody laughs.
You: Oh yeah, I'm going to be a Queen.
Friend #1: Well your majesty, what are you going to do?
You: I'm going to steal from the rich and give to the poor.
Cheers.
You: I'm going to make wine and ale available to everybody.
More cheers.
You continue with your list of drunken "ideas"
Later.
Lady of Merica: Where were you?
You: Why do you care?
Lady of Mercia: Rose?
You: Stop calling me that, my name is Y/N
Lady of Mercia: Answer the question.
You: You're not my mother.
Lady of Merica: I may not be your mother but I am your caretaker, it's mine and my husband's responsablilty to keep you safe. I know you're used to living your own life because my husband and I have aloud it, but it's important now more than ever that you start taking responsibility for yourself, your actions and your safety...you are the daughter of a King.
You: A dead King.
Lady of Merica: That doesn't matter to people
You: What's the life of a dead King's bastard daughter worth to them.
Lady of Merica: Anything...Money, greed, revenge, the list goes on.
You: I'm going to bed.
You start heading to your bed chamber.
Lady of Merica: One more thing...Protestant rebels found your sister Mary at the convent she was staying at and tried to poison her....
You: The princess is back in her castle.
Lady of Merica; In a matter of speaking, yes.
You: (eyeroll*) Well hurray for her.
You try one more time to head to your bed chamber.
Lady of Merica: I'm not finished yet...
You: What?
Lady of Merica: My husband and I have decided to send you back to French court.
"I couldn't speak all I could say was..."
You: What?
Lady of Merica: We feel it's best for you to be their to support Mary, help her get ready for her wedding, have a sister again. You'll be safer in French court.
"I couldn't think straight, I couldn't hear anymore, I had to get out of there."
