The door to my chamber burst open and in ran my good and loyal friend the Lord Bennacioux, in his hand he held a letter, it must be from Richard I thought, of course, he is the only one who still sends me letters. It is so romantic.
“Good Lord,” I smiled. “It is most unlike you to burst into my presence,” I said standing up and walking towards him as he stood panting, attempting to catch his breath.
“It is happening,” he said in between great gasps for breath.
“What is?” I exclaimed, I rush to him and give him my hand so he may steady himself upon me.
“The Queen of France, she has been imprisoned, guilty of witchcraft, don’t you see, it has started, Richard’s plan has begun!” he exclaimed.
"Impossible,” said I. “The Queen is not a witch, and how is this Richard’s plan?”
“You mean to say you did not know?” he frowned having regained composure and was now able to stand straight again.
“Know of what, please, my Lord you are not speaking any sense,”
“Richard was going to invade both England and France and take both crowns for himself. Well for himself and for you, he is marching into battle now claiming he is fighting for the House of York and the House of Bourbon,”
I stood silently stunned, so it was his intention to marry me all along, but first he had to remove all threats. Marrying that serving girl instead of me so he could keep me here in Paris as his little spy, the tragic death of the Prince of Wales, it was on his orders his own brother died and now he had my Mother under the spell of a witch and made her claim it was the Queen who had bewitched her.
“News must reach the King,” I say suddenly. “The Queen is innocent, my Mother was bewitched but not by her Majesty,”
“Please, my Lady,” he spoke softly. “Calm yourself, there is nothing more you can do.”
“There is always something I can do, I am niece to the King of France!” I cry. “Now move out of my way!” I commanded.
There was a look of defeat about the Lord’s face before he opened his mouth slowly and said. “I cannot, on order of the future King of France and England I am not to let you from my sight.”
“Lord Bennacioux,” I said slowly. “You cannot mean you are loyal to this traitor!”
He frowned. “We are both loyal to the true King,” he said.
“I am not; I will never stay loyal to a traitor such as him,” I shouted.
“You kept in contact with him against the King’s wishes; you sent him information without knowing it. You informed him of what the Queen was doing and who was visiting the palace, in my eyes that is the definition of being a traitor.”
“I must go to my Mother and warn her of what he wishes to do, she is in danger, and he has bewitched her to make her say such things against the Queen,”
He sighed loudly. “My Lady, your Mother was not bewitched, she was conspiring against the King and Queen all along, she believes your Duke Father should be on the throne but there was no way of putting him there unless the King was to die,” he explained.
“Your Mother asked your Father of ways he could inherit the throne, your Mother spoke out about wanting to be Queen for all to hear, though your Father warned her if she continued to plot she could be imprisoned, so she took matters into her own hands and formed an alliance with the Duke of Gloucester.”
“No, no, I do not believe it. I will not believe it,”
“My Lady you must believe it for it is as true as the sky is blue. I would not lie to you. But I must insist you come with me at once.”
He took hold of my arm and held it with more force than I would have liked he began walking holding onto me before I could protest.
“Where are you taking me?”
“To be united with your husband once more,”