Part 7
Later that evening, Danielle knew that she had to escape, not for herself, but for her child. Her child would be the Crown Prince or Princess of France. They would not be expecting her to attempt an escape tonight. Le Pieu had announced that he would be away from his castle for a few days. Now was the perfect chance.
She waited until the castle was quiet and everyone would be asleep. She grabbed the water pitcher that sat on her dresser and opened her door. Her guard was there as she'd expected. She hit him over the head with the pitcher and drug him into her room.
She stole quietly down the hall, moving slowly as not to rattle the chains around her ankles. She knew where Le Pieu kept the key. It was in his private study. Just as she reached his study, a hand clamped across her mouth. She attempted to scream. Another arm was wrapped around her neck.
"Madame." a voice snapped. She froze. Le Pieu! "I knew you were going to try something tonight, which is why I made my announcement." He pulled her back to her room, threw her in and locked the door.
Danielle sat down on the bed and started sobbing. She knew Henry had no idea where she was, she could only hope that they had not stopped looking for her.
A few minutes later, Le Pieu walked into the room grinning from ear to ear. "I have it on good authority, Danielle, that Marguerite is pregnant with Henry's child, and they will be wed as soon as possible. Your marriage to Prince Henry will be annulled, which will make you as good as mine." He said smugly.
The Next Day.
Jacqueline had heard that her mother and sister had moved into the Palace. She wanted to see how they were doing, even though she had vowed never to see them again. when she neared their room, she caught a bit of their conversation. "My dear." She heard Rodmilla say "Danielle is quite out of the picture. No one knows where she is. They'll never find her. Le Pieu has her at his castle in England."
Marguerite huffed. "Once this child is born, won't they figure out it is not Henry's?" she asked. Rodmilla sighed. "My dear, one thing you must understand. All babies look alike."
Jacqueline gasped. She seethed with anger. Of all the nerve! Why her mother and Marguerite would constantly plot to hurt Danielle, who had done nothing to deserve their wrath. Just then, she felt a liquid sensation between her legs. She realized that her water had broken. "Oh god!" she thought. "If I can only make it to Marc in time!"
Jacqueline knew Laurent was in the Royal Family's private chambers, which was clear on the other side of the castle. She had made it to the throne room when she felt her first contraction. She fell to the floor screaming.
Later that evening, Danielle knew that she had to escape, not for herself, but for her child. Her child would be the Crown Prince or Princess of France. They would not be expecting her to attempt an escape tonight. Le Pieu had announced that he would be away from his castle for a few days. Now was the perfect chance.
She waited until the castle was quiet and everyone would be asleep. She grabbed the water pitcher that sat on her dresser and opened her door. Her guard was there as she'd expected. She hit him over the head with the pitcher and drug him into her room.
She stole quietly down the hall, moving slowly as not to rattle the chains around her ankles. She knew where Le Pieu kept the key. It was in his private study. Just as she reached his study, a hand clamped across her mouth. She attempted to scream. Another arm was wrapped around her neck.
"Madame." a voice snapped. She froze. Le Pieu! "I knew you were going to try something tonight, which is why I made my announcement." He pulled her back to her room, threw her in and locked the door.
Danielle sat down on the bed and started sobbing. She knew Henry had no idea where she was, she could only hope that they had not stopped looking for her.
A few minutes later, Le Pieu walked into the room grinning from ear to ear. "I have it on good authority, Danielle, that Marguerite is pregnant with Henry's child, and they will be wed as soon as possible. Your marriage to Prince Henry will be annulled, which will make you as good as mine." He said smugly.
The Next Day.
Jacqueline had heard that her mother and sister had moved into the Palace. She wanted to see how they were doing, even though she had vowed never to see them again. when she neared their room, she caught a bit of their conversation. "My dear." She heard Rodmilla say "Danielle is quite out of the picture. No one knows where she is. They'll never find her. Le Pieu has her at his castle in England."
Marguerite huffed. "Once this child is born, won't they figure out it is not Henry's?" she asked. Rodmilla sighed. "My dear, one thing you must understand. All babies look alike."
Jacqueline gasped. She seethed with anger. Of all the nerve! Why her mother and Marguerite would constantly plot to hurt Danielle, who had done nothing to deserve their wrath. Just then, she felt a liquid sensation between her legs. She realized that her water had broken. "Oh god!" she thought. "If I can only make it to Marc in time!"
Jacqueline knew Laurent was in the Royal Family's private chambers, which was clear on the other side of the castle. She had made it to the throne room when she felt her first contraction. She fell to the floor screaming.