So much commotion was going on in the small town. The queen just given birth to her new daughter could only look down into the small court yard. King Harold had arrived. That couldn't be too good. He had an army with him. The guard did not let him in. The door behind the queen opened. She turned the baby sleeping in her arms as she looked up at her dear husband, a questioning look in her face and a worried one on his. He walked slowly to her as gun fire was heard. She went to turn to look down at the court yard when her husband turning her to him his arms wrapping around her and their daughter.
"Jezebel, you must take our daughter and run."
"Darling, what is going on?"
"Not enough time to explain. Please, go our secret way. You should not get caught." She nodded. He gave her a kiss before departing from the room. She looked down at the sleeping child and left the room still in her gown. She ran faster as she heard the sound of screams, yells, and gun fire. She slipped through the secret passage behind the statue. She couldn't hear anything as the tunnel was lighted with torches, the walls thick with moldy stones. She knew this day would come but she didn't know it was going to happen so quickly. She climbed out of the small hole and looked around. The castle behind her was set on fire. Screams were heard again. She turned and ran towards the river where she had a small boat. She placed the baby in the boat. She had woken from all the running but stayed quiet as the queen pushed the boat from the shore just as a sharp pain went through her chest. The boat went a drift as she fell face down into the water. Her gown catching air pockets as her lifeless body floated down river. The boat on the other hand didn't start as quickly. The men turned back to patrol the area unaware of the baby in the boat. It suddenly drifted down stream. The princess looking at the clouds. Her stomach gave a slight grumble. The boat stopped and now she was looking up at green stuff. She gave a wail not knowing what was going on or where she was. She kicked the blanket clear off of her. Suddenly, there was a strange looking woman looking down at her. She stopped wailing for a moment but just that. She started crying again. The woman picked her up and cradled her in her arms. She quieted down as the woman looked around. She was carried by her but wailed all the way to where she was being taken. She saw even more woman come up. She stopped crying as each woman held her hand. Then a bottle was placed in her mouth. The growling of her stomach stopped as she drank the milk. A door was pushed opened.
"Yes, sister Margreet?" The woman walked further as she presented the little bundle to a man. He looked down at her. Her green eyes looked up at the man.
"I found her down by the river in a Virgoain boat." He sighed and walked to his desk.
"So... it has happened." He was looking out the window of the room. The baby watched him still sucking on the bottle. He shook his head. "Look around the baby's neck. If there is a pendent marked with a woman's face and the babies name and birthday then... she is of royal blood." The shirt was removed and out came the small pendent. The sign and date was clear on the newly carved metal pendant. The nun teared up as she looked at the pendant.
"She was born... today." The priest turned to her. His face not happy, his stance tense.
"Then, we will take her in. Teach her of her ways, make her learn what has happened the day of her birth." He turned and looked out the window. A man riding horse back came through the gates. Figero was back. "Sister Margreet, you will teach her. You know everything about the Virgoains. She will be the one to lift this madness from the empire to make peace amongst this land. After my conversation with Figero I will ask the lad to get some nessasary stuff for you in town." She bowed and left the room. The baby in her arms was fast a sleep as the woman asked a couple of others for help. They were more then eger to help her with the baby.