The Battle for Danielle Part 5
Danielle woke to unfamiliar surroundings, and a pounding headache. As she began to move about, she heard the rattling of metal against metal, and she realized she was in chains. The room smelled murky, damp and of mildew. There wasn't much to this room, just a bed and a dresser. The bed was just a bench with a few blankets and a small pillow. The dresser was falling apart, and was missing a few drawers. The room itself was very small. There was a window, but it was not big enough to be noticed.
Danielle groaned and sat up, trying to ignore the pounding headache that threatened to split her head apart. She immediately wished she hadn't done so. She was very dizzy, and nauseous. She fell back onto the bed, unable to move. Looking around the room, she wondered where she was. The last thing she remembered was confronting Le Pieu and his men in the clearing.
She waited a few moments for the room to stop spinning before she attempted to get up again and walked to the door. It was locked. A few moments later, she heard movement and someone unlocking the door. The huge wooden door creaked open and Le Pieu himself came in.
"Danielle." he said. "you are awake now."
She glared at him, angry that he, of all people, should address her so informally. "You will not address me so imformally, Sir." she said icily.
Le Pieu forcefully grabbed her arm and pulled her to him. "I will address you however I please. Let me get one thing straight. You are now my servant. I am taking you to another location. Do not count on being found, as the Royal Family does not know of its existance." Danielle tried to pull away, repulsed by his appearance and his touch. "Do not think I won't hesitate to kill you or force myself upon you. You Will be my servant." With that, he threw her down onto the bed.
Danielle knew she had no choice but to become Le Pieu's servant, at least until she was able to escape. She had to protect her baby. "Well?" Le Pieu demanded, silently pleased that he had finally gotten what was due to him. "What is your choice Milady. Become my servant? or have something worse happen to you."
"Fine. I will become your servant then." she said, knowing that once she became his servant, her chance for escape would dwindle. Le Pieu grinned "I knew you would see it my way, M'Lady."
The next morning, Le Pieu came into Danielle's room and drug her outside. He forced her into a covered carriage.
While riding in the carriage, Danielle started sobbing. "Oh Henry! I am so sorry. I shouldn't have gone out riding by myself."
A few hours later, they came to a small village by the English Channel. Le Pieu had drug Danielle to the docks where his boat was waiting. He pushed her across the gang plank into the boat.
Danielle prayed for Henry to come and rescue her. When the boat pulled out from the docks, she lost all hope.
Back at Hauteford----
Henry rode towards the Gypsy camp. When he arrived, the Gypsy's had greeted him warmly. He walked up to the Count and Countess. "The Princess....Have you seen her?" He asked desperately. The Count shook his head. "No. She has not been here in quite some time."
The Count was immediately concerned with the fact that the Princess was missing. He and his wife had both become very fond of both Henry and Danielle. "We will help in the search for her." The Count gave orders for his men to cooperate with the Royal Family to find Danielle.
Henry rode in silence. He arrived back at Hautefort in full hope that Danielle had returned. When he reached the throne room, Queen Marie instantly reached her son. "Henry." she said worriedly. "Any news, Mother? Is she here?" he asked hopefully.
Marie shook her head. "No. We have searched everywhere. No one seems to know where she is."
Hours turned into days and days turned into weeks as Henry and the rest of the Royal Family continued their desperate search for Danielle. King Francis was about to give up the search and declare Danielle dead as much as he believed that for Henry's sake she would be found.
About six weeks later as the King and Queen were getting ready to dismiss the Court for the day, a page announced the former Baroness and Marguerite. King Francis inwardly groaned. He had hoped to never see these two again.
"Your Majesties." Rodmilla de Ghent curtsied. "I believe I bring some happy news to this solemn Court." Marguerite came forward. "My Daughter, Marguerite is pregnant." Rodmilla smiled. Henry glared defiantly at her.
"It is true, Sire." The Royal Physician said. "I examined her the other day. She is about six weeks along."
"And who is the father of the child, Marguerite. Has he been notified?" The Queen asked. Marguerite smiled a little. "He has been now, Your Majesty. The father is Prince Henry." She said demurely.
Danielle woke to unfamiliar surroundings, and a pounding headache. As she began to move about, she heard the rattling of metal against metal, and she realized she was in chains. The room smelled murky, damp and of mildew. There wasn't much to this room, just a bed and a dresser. The bed was just a bench with a few blankets and a small pillow. The dresser was falling apart, and was missing a few drawers. The room itself was very small. There was a window, but it was not big enough to be noticed.
Danielle groaned and sat up, trying to ignore the pounding headache that threatened to split her head apart. She immediately wished she hadn't done so. She was very dizzy, and nauseous. She fell back onto the bed, unable to move. Looking around the room, she wondered where she was. The last thing she remembered was confronting Le Pieu and his men in the clearing.
She waited a few moments for the room to stop spinning before she attempted to get up again and walked to the door. It was locked. A few moments later, she heard movement and someone unlocking the door. The huge wooden door creaked open and Le Pieu himself came in.
"Danielle." he said. "you are awake now."
She glared at him, angry that he, of all people, should address her so informally. "You will not address me so imformally, Sir." she said icily.
Le Pieu forcefully grabbed her arm and pulled her to him. "I will address you however I please. Let me get one thing straight. You are now my servant. I am taking you to another location. Do not count on being found, as the Royal Family does not know of its existance." Danielle tried to pull away, repulsed by his appearance and his touch. "Do not think I won't hesitate to kill you or force myself upon you. You Will be my servant." With that, he threw her down onto the bed.
Danielle knew she had no choice but to become Le Pieu's servant, at least until she was able to escape. She had to protect her baby. "Well?" Le Pieu demanded, silently pleased that he had finally gotten what was due to him. "What is your choice Milady. Become my servant? or have something worse happen to you."
"Fine. I will become your servant then." she said, knowing that once she became his servant, her chance for escape would dwindle. Le Pieu grinned "I knew you would see it my way, M'Lady."
The next morning, Le Pieu came into Danielle's room and drug her outside. He forced her into a covered carriage.
While riding in the carriage, Danielle started sobbing. "Oh Henry! I am so sorry. I shouldn't have gone out riding by myself."
A few hours later, they came to a small village by the English Channel. Le Pieu had drug Danielle to the docks where his boat was waiting. He pushed her across the gang plank into the boat.
Danielle prayed for Henry to come and rescue her. When the boat pulled out from the docks, she lost all hope.
Back at Hauteford----
Henry rode towards the Gypsy camp. When he arrived, the Gypsy's had greeted him warmly. He walked up to the Count and Countess. "The Princess....Have you seen her?" He asked desperately. The Count shook his head. "No. She has not been here in quite some time."
The Count was immediately concerned with the fact that the Princess was missing. He and his wife had both become very fond of both Henry and Danielle. "We will help in the search for her." The Count gave orders for his men to cooperate with the Royal Family to find Danielle.
Henry rode in silence. He arrived back at Hautefort in full hope that Danielle had returned. When he reached the throne room, Queen Marie instantly reached her son. "Henry." she said worriedly. "Any news, Mother? Is she here?" he asked hopefully.
Marie shook her head. "No. We have searched everywhere. No one seems to know where she is."
Hours turned into days and days turned into weeks as Henry and the rest of the Royal Family continued their desperate search for Danielle. King Francis was about to give up the search and declare Danielle dead as much as he believed that for Henry's sake she would be found.
About six weeks later as the King and Queen were getting ready to dismiss the Court for the day, a page announced the former Baroness and Marguerite. King Francis inwardly groaned. He had hoped to never see these two again.
"Your Majesties." Rodmilla de Ghent curtsied. "I believe I bring some happy news to this solemn Court." Marguerite came forward. "My Daughter, Marguerite is pregnant." Rodmilla smiled. Henry glared defiantly at her.
"It is true, Sire." The Royal Physician said. "I examined her the other day. She is about six weeks along."
"And who is the father of the child, Marguerite. Has he been notified?" The Queen asked. Marguerite smiled a little. "He has been now, Your Majesty. The father is Prince Henry." She said demurely.