The Battle for Danielle Part 2
"Monsieur, my plan cannot, and will not fail." Rodmilla reassured him.
Le Pieu had already formulated a plan to acquire Danielle. Once she
was his, he would take her to his castle in England where she would
not be found, for he knew that once Danielle went missing, Prince
Henry would search the entire kingdom for her, and would not stop
until she was found. "I will agree to your plan on one condition. I
take Danielle to my castle in England where she will not be found." He
said.
Rodmilla's eyes narrowed to slits. "Agreed. Margurite, you know what
you have to do. I will leave the two of you alone now. Tata!" As
Rodmilla left room, Le Pieu smiled lustfully at Marguerite, who tried
not to cringe at his gaze.
Rodmilla closed the door behind her. She stood just outside to make
sure everything went as planned. About ten minutes later, she heard Le
Pieu's determined grunting, and Margurite's cries of pleasure.
Rodmilla smiled, knowing that phase one of her plan had been
completed. Hopefully within a few weeks, Marguerite would bear the
results of their union.
A few minutes later, Le Pieu emerged from the small room feeling quite
satisfied. Rodmilla raised a questioning eyebrow. "It has been done."
Le Pieu slyly glanced towards the small room "I require more payment."
After all, if he was to be the father of the next Prince or Princess
of France, he wanted to be compensated for his time.
"You will receive the rest of your payment when Margurite is crowned
Princess of France" Rodmilla said sweetly. She would then make sure he
would be banished from France to ensure the secrecy of their child's
parentage. She then told him the rest of her plan.
After Pierre Le Pieu left, Rodmilla went into her small quarters she
shared with Margurite. She had come to realize what a spoiled,
selfish, cow her daughter truly was. She had tried begging for
separate quarters, but it seemed she was doomed to spend the rest of
her life in these small quarters with her daughter. Not if she had
anything to do with it. Once Marguerite was crowned Princess, she,
Rodmilla, would be the power behind the throne.and that was all she
desired.
Marguerite was damp after her romp with Le Pieu. She was just
finishing up putting on her servant's dress. She had never felt so
dirty in her entire life. She cringed everytime she thought of him
touching her. "Oh that disqusting man!" She whined. "I feel so dirty,
I do not even know why I agreed to him even touching me! UGH!"
Rodmilla closed her eyes in frustration. "and WHY do I have to be the
one to carry that man's disqusting child?" Marguerite went on. That
was the last straw.
"Do you, or do you not want to be a Princess?" the former Baroness
snapped. "this is the only way to secure what is rightfully yours.
Furthermore. From this point on, this child is NOT Le Pieu's. It is
Prince Henry's. It will be a little prince or princess." At this,
Marguerite threw herself onto her bed. "I still don't see why I have
to bear that man's child."
Rodmilla seethed with frustration and clenched her fists. "For the
hundredth time, Precious. It will secure your chances to become a
Princess. Danielle has not been able to produce an heir in the year
that they have been married. Now is your chance." she said through
clenched teeth. "Do you understand?"
Marguerite reluctantly nodded, knowing that her mother's plan was
flawless as far as she could see, AND they would get revenge on
Danielle. "Yes, Mother." she said. Rodmilla breathed a sigh of relief.
Now, all they had to do was wait until tomorrow.
The next day
Danielle woke up feeling very ill and about to get sick to her
stomach. This had been going on for the last couple of weeks, she was
convinced that it was just a touch of the flu. She would not eat her
breakfast. It had tasted funny. In fact, everything tasted funny
lately. She was tired all the time...which was unlike her.
As she and Henry were dressing, a concerned Henry told her that she
would see the Royal Physician this morning...while he was inspecting
the servants quarters. Danielle naturally protested, she wanted to
accompany her husband on his inspection, but Henry had insisted. By
the time Henry left, the physician had already arrived. She would be
joining Henry later.
"Milady" Dr. Peter Franz bowed. Danielle rolled her eyes. She had
insisted several times that Peter call her by her name...and dispense
with the titles. Dr. Franz was a middle aged man, and reminded her of
Leonardo da Vinci.In fact, Dr. Franz had come highly recommended by
the artist, as the good doctor was one of the old man's good friends.
The Princess insisted that she was alright, that it was just a touch
of the flu, and he did not need to examine her. The doctor insisted.
Peter asked what her symptoms were. As Danielle described them, a
knowing look came over his face. "Milady...When was the last time you
had your cycles?" Danielle blushed, embarrassed at having to answer
such a personal question.
"It has been about a month and a half" she said shyly. Suddenly it
dawned on her. She was pregnant! Peter looked at her after a thorough
examination and confirmed her suspisions. "Milady, You are pregnant.
You are about six weeks along, and will be due in June."
Danielle was breathless. A baby?!?! Henry would be estatic! She
couldn't wait to tell him the news. "Henry will have a stroke!" she
said happily. "thank you Doctor." Peter got his things and left.
With the help of her personal attendant, Josephine, Danielle finished
putting on her gown. She had chosen Henry's favorite light blue dress
that resembed her mother's dress. "Thank you, Josephine." Danielle
said as she finished dressing. Suddenly, she needed to be alone and
think. "I think I will be taking a walk before joining my husband."
"Monsieur, my plan cannot, and will not fail." Rodmilla reassured him.
Le Pieu had already formulated a plan to acquire Danielle. Once she
was his, he would take her to his castle in England where she would
not be found, for he knew that once Danielle went missing, Prince
Henry would search the entire kingdom for her, and would not stop
until she was found. "I will agree to your plan on one condition. I
take Danielle to my castle in England where she will not be found." He
said.
Rodmilla's eyes narrowed to slits. "Agreed. Margurite, you know what
you have to do. I will leave the two of you alone now. Tata!" As
Rodmilla left room, Le Pieu smiled lustfully at Marguerite, who tried
not to cringe at his gaze.
Rodmilla closed the door behind her. She stood just outside to make
sure everything went as planned. About ten minutes later, she heard Le
Pieu's determined grunting, and Margurite's cries of pleasure.
Rodmilla smiled, knowing that phase one of her plan had been
completed. Hopefully within a few weeks, Marguerite would bear the
results of their union.
A few minutes later, Le Pieu emerged from the small room feeling quite
satisfied. Rodmilla raised a questioning eyebrow. "It has been done."
Le Pieu slyly glanced towards the small room "I require more payment."
After all, if he was to be the father of the next Prince or Princess
of France, he wanted to be compensated for his time.
"You will receive the rest of your payment when Margurite is crowned
Princess of France" Rodmilla said sweetly. She would then make sure he
would be banished from France to ensure the secrecy of their child's
parentage. She then told him the rest of her plan.
After Pierre Le Pieu left, Rodmilla went into her small quarters she
shared with Margurite. She had come to realize what a spoiled,
selfish, cow her daughter truly was. She had tried begging for
separate quarters, but it seemed she was doomed to spend the rest of
her life in these small quarters with her daughter. Not if she had
anything to do with it. Once Marguerite was crowned Princess, she,
Rodmilla, would be the power behind the throne.and that was all she
desired.
Marguerite was damp after her romp with Le Pieu. She was just
finishing up putting on her servant's dress. She had never felt so
dirty in her entire life. She cringed everytime she thought of him
touching her. "Oh that disqusting man!" She whined. "I feel so dirty,
I do not even know why I agreed to him even touching me! UGH!"
Rodmilla closed her eyes in frustration. "and WHY do I have to be the
one to carry that man's disqusting child?" Marguerite went on. That
was the last straw.
"Do you, or do you not want to be a Princess?" the former Baroness
snapped. "this is the only way to secure what is rightfully yours.
Furthermore. From this point on, this child is NOT Le Pieu's. It is
Prince Henry's. It will be a little prince or princess." At this,
Marguerite threw herself onto her bed. "I still don't see why I have
to bear that man's child."
Rodmilla seethed with frustration and clenched her fists. "For the
hundredth time, Precious. It will secure your chances to become a
Princess. Danielle has not been able to produce an heir in the year
that they have been married. Now is your chance." she said through
clenched teeth. "Do you understand?"
Marguerite reluctantly nodded, knowing that her mother's plan was
flawless as far as she could see, AND they would get revenge on
Danielle. "Yes, Mother." she said. Rodmilla breathed a sigh of relief.
Now, all they had to do was wait until tomorrow.
The next day
Danielle woke up feeling very ill and about to get sick to her
stomach. This had been going on for the last couple of weeks, she was
convinced that it was just a touch of the flu. She would not eat her
breakfast. It had tasted funny. In fact, everything tasted funny
lately. She was tired all the time...which was unlike her.
As she and Henry were dressing, a concerned Henry told her that she
would see the Royal Physician this morning...while he was inspecting
the servants quarters. Danielle naturally protested, she wanted to
accompany her husband on his inspection, but Henry had insisted. By
the time Henry left, the physician had already arrived. She would be
joining Henry later.
"Milady" Dr. Peter Franz bowed. Danielle rolled her eyes. She had
insisted several times that Peter call her by her name...and dispense
with the titles. Dr. Franz was a middle aged man, and reminded her of
Leonardo da Vinci.In fact, Dr. Franz had come highly recommended by
the artist, as the good doctor was one of the old man's good friends.
The Princess insisted that she was alright, that it was just a touch
of the flu, and he did not need to examine her. The doctor insisted.
Peter asked what her symptoms were. As Danielle described them, a
knowing look came over his face. "Milady...When was the last time you
had your cycles?" Danielle blushed, embarrassed at having to answer
such a personal question.
"It has been about a month and a half" she said shyly. Suddenly it
dawned on her. She was pregnant! Peter looked at her after a thorough
examination and confirmed her suspisions. "Milady, You are pregnant.
You are about six weeks along, and will be due in June."
Danielle was breathless. A baby?!?! Henry would be estatic! She
couldn't wait to tell him the news. "Henry will have a stroke!" she
said happily. "thank you Doctor." Peter got his things and left.
With the help of her personal attendant, Josephine, Danielle finished
putting on her gown. She had chosen Henry's favorite light blue dress
that resembed her mother's dress. "Thank you, Josephine." Danielle
said as she finished dressing. Suddenly, she needed to be alone and
think. "I think I will be taking a walk before joining my husband."