Chapter 1: Preparing For Battle
I stare at the letter from my father in disbelief. How could he abandon me, and our people? I reread the words; my heart accelerated with apprehension. What should I do? We have been under siege for less than a month and father has fled. I burry me face in my hand and think. Taking a deep breath, I lift my face and rest it on my hand.
We have enough supplies in the city to remain in siege for months. We have wells for fresh water. And can use the river Roanne for emergencies. The Varzy army wouldn't dare poison it as it leads into their lands.
That being said, if we don't break soon, we can't go to the fields out of the city to plant for spring. We have a decent number of farms within the walls, but it won't be enough to support us. We need to be able to reach all the villages within our Dukedom to support this large city. Also, we need to protect the people in those villages.
I sigh and stand, pacing the width of my fathers' study. I glance at the letter again, but I don't need to reread it anymore. I run through the words again.
Lady Pierrette-Danielle,
I have just learned that the Varzy forces are led by Prince Clement-Victor. I am leaving with my family to seek the support of the king.
I leave the Dukedom to you. Protect our people until I return.
Sincerely
Duke Jean-Claude of Villefranche
Four sentences. That is all he gives me to tell me he is abandoning me. I crush my desire to reflect on the emotional implications of his letter, to focus on the political. It is unwise for us to resist for too long.
I have no loyalty to a dog like King Louis the umpteenth. He is the idiot that attacked a greater force than his own. Now I am paying for his stupidity. I have no care for who the Dukedom is under as long as the people are safe.
My cowardice father claims that he is seeking reinforcements, but he left, with those he considers his family. He is more concerned with his own skin than his people. He thinks it is wise to leave the future of his dukedom in the hands of a 17 year old girl who was never formally taught politics and war strategy. He is dooming this Dukedom and seeking another from the king.
Luckily for me, I love to read, and have read many books on war. I might be able to pull off saving my people, but it will come with a price.
"Marcus," I call my knight. A squat round face peeks from behind the door at my command.
"Yes my lady."
"Call an emergency meeting with all the chief officers and councilors my father left."
"Yes my lady."
"Oh, and don't tell them what is going on. I need the element of surprise." He gives a short nod and vanishes. Thankfully I know I have one ally. I take a deep breath, preparing for battle.
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Madaleine_Varraut Hi,
This is my first time publishing anything, and I am rather nervous. I hope everyone enjoys my tale.
Also yes i have an obsession with French things. That is why you might notice that everything has a french name, but this story is not based at all on actual places in France.
This chapter is short. I am experimenting with word count, trying to find the right length.
Let me know your thoughts in the comments, and let me know how to improve!
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