The sun was starting to set as Castle Laus came into view. Cecily gazed upon the fortress that was her home for most of her life, admiring how it towered over all other structures for the millionth time as her carriage lazily made its way down the road. It was escorted from front and rear by other carriages, filled with armed guards. It was around this time while traveling to Badon that her entourage fell under attack by brigands. Although they were driven off, they managed to break into Cecily's carriage, placing her life at risk. Thankfully, nothing drastic came of the situation when they arrived to meet with the Badonians, though her trip back was particularly cared for by her guards, as well as by Badon's own guardsmen until they left the march.
As they approached the outskirts of the capital of Laus, they were accompanied by guards on foot. Cecily peered out at them with suspicion. It wasn't normal for her to be so heavily guarded within her own home city. Her immediate thought was that news of the attempt on her life prompted such an action by the Marquess Laus, but even then, crime within the city has been fairly low in recent months.
She searched the guardsmen jogging alongside her carriage, spotting Captain Miles among them. Although he could not be considered a friend, he was trustworthy enough.
"Miles, what is the meaning of this?" Cecily called out after him.
The Lausian guard captain stopped for a moment for a quick salute before continuing alongside the carriage. "Marquess Laus ordered that you be escorted to the throne room immediately after you arrive in the city, milady."
With that explanation, Cecily remained silent the rest of the way to the castle. She didn't believe that the marquess would want to speak with her about surviving her assassination attempt; she was sure that the marquess did not care about her to the extent that he would ensure that she was comfortable in the aftermath (as though she needed to be comforted about such trivial matters). The question piqued her curiosity as she was escorted out of her carriage and into the great hall.
((For fitting music: run all you like: you can't escape fate))
Marquess Hannes and his son Lucian were already waiting. Somehow, the echoing of her high heels tapping against the stone floor didn't sound as welcoming as when she left. Cecily measured the faces of her uncle and cousin as she came closer: grim and stern. It was clear that they were not concerned by her well being. In fact, she felt as though they wouldn't care if she died in Badon.
"Please elaborate, Marquess Laus," she gestured to her uncle to speak.
"There's no need," Lucian interjected.
He stepped forward, snatching Cecily by the cuff of her gown and pulling her in close. Cecily looked neither shocked or afraid by the heir's rough handling of her. For Lucian to do so was not entirely unexpected, but she was curious as to why he didn't hold himself in check this particular time. However, she didn't have to wonder.
"You're not a true member of the Laus marquessate. You are a bastardized child that your father made the mistake of conceiving with that commoner wench!" he shouted.
"And?" she asked.
Although she looked unfazed on the surface, Cecily was reeling. Her father never said anything about the circumstances of her birth. She knew her mother died when she was young, but little more than that. At the same time, Cecily never felt the urge to dig into the investigations around the incident, as it was both a cold case and unlikely to affect herself in the future. At least, that was her assumption.
"Your illegitimacy means that you should never had been a representative of Laus at all, nor should you have been given access to the services and facilities provided to Lausian nobility. Your father confided the truth with me himself, offering me the marquessate in exchange for helping him keep the secret of your birth hidden from the public. But under the circumstances, it has become clear to me that he intends to betray my trust. For this reason, I must do the same," Marquess Hannes explained. "Guards, lock her away."
"I suppose you are revealing all of this because you are afraid," Cecily said, as two guards approached her, taking her by the arms and pulling her towards the dungeons.
She made no attempt to resist them, knowing that it would change nothing. However, she walked at her own pace, much slower than what the guards were willing to let her. So, Cecily was half-walking, half-dragged out of the halls.
"So you are stripping Lord Reynert of title and declaring me illegitimate to cement your rule over Laus. But you know you cannot execute us because the Lausian army would riot over the death of the man that led them in Etruria, as well as his daughter. If you execute us, you would also have to purge the Lausian military command, putting the security of the march in the hands of the Emperor himself!" she shouted after the marquess as the ruler took his leave.
She knew she was right and the marquess' silence confirmed her logic. Lucian also took his leave without further words of his own, leaving Cecily with her forceful escort to the castle dungeons.
"You may have caught me with no cards to play, but you made a mistake, uncle," she muttered to herself as she cooperated the rest of the way to her prison cell.
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Hours later…
Although she wasn't tied or shackled, the prison cell door was locked. It was evident that Cecily wasn't expected to be able to escape her cell. After spending time examining her surroundings, she had to agree with that assessment. She didn't have the strength to break anything in the cell, the guards were informed not to heed anything she said, and the cell lacked any notable deficiency that could be exploited to escape.
Then Captain Miles appeared again, dismissing the guards at the dungeon door as he entered, presumably to share words with Cecily in privacy. It was to her surprise that he didn't spend any time talking and immediately unlocked her cell door.
"Why?" she asked him, approaching the open prison door.
"You're the daughter of Lord Reynert. It was his leadership that kept my brother alive," he explained in a low voice.
"You do understand that you are making me responsible for your own death," she hissed at him.
"I live and die for the protection of the Laus family," he replied. "Illegitimate or not, your efforts were all in our best interests. If my death gives you a second wind to do more good, then so be it."
Cecily gave a sigh, reluctant to thank him for his faith in her. "I suppose even fools can have their moment of glory."
The two snuck out of the dungeon, quietly making their way out of the castle. They only took a moment for Cecily to collect her favorite parasol, which the captain of the guard knew carried a concealed rapier for self-defense. Cecily had to walk barefoot, since all she had were the high heel shoes that she wore on her trip from Badon, but she didn't mind the discomfort. It was infinitely better than remaining in the prison cell to rot away.
As they approached the outer walls, a patrolling guard shouted in astonishment at Cecily's presence.
"Quick, you need to hide!" Miles instructed her.
Cecily only rolled her eyes at the obvious command. "I know."
The two ran, with Miles holding his lady's hand tightly to urge her to move faster. But Cecily, admittedly, was not athletic in the slightest, nor was her relatively fanciful clothes designed for such activities. When they made it towards the undrawn bridge, he deftly slew the two guards that waited there and pushed her along and drew his sword, meaning to hold off the growing number of guards that approach.
Cecily just ran without a word, climbing underneath the bridge. She knew what he intended to do and what the consequences and inevitable result would be. He already accepted his fate when he chose to help her.
Good-bye, Miles.
She submerged herself into the moat surrounding the castle, pulling the ends of her gown underneath with her. Although her clothes would be completely ruined, there was no other place to hide in the dark while the castle was bustling with activity.
"Captain Miles, why are you siding with her?" one of the guards questioned the captain. "She's not a noble: it's not your duty!"
"What my duty is, is up to me to decide," Miles answered curtly, flourishing his sword. "In my eyes, Lady Laus is the rightful heir of the marquessate!"
He counted six guardsmen brandishing their weapons in response to his aggressive posture.
"Got you all where I want you. Ready to die?" he taunted them. A horrible joke. But he knew that he won't have an opportunity to take another shot at it again.
His opponents charged.
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Three days later…
Cecily concluded that the marquessate did not want her escape to be made public, due to the lack of search warrants. Although offering a reward would make it easier for them to find her, it also risks getting sympathizers involved. Perhaps Miles' betrayal of the marquessate shook up the Laus military.
She was able to find some ragged clothing to wear underneath her still-damp gown to keep her warm and a shawl (large enough to have a hood at that!) to wear on top, at least, and used it to slip into a pub, sitting down at an empty booth in the corner of the establishment. It reeked of cigars and crude alcohol: evidently one of the lower-class drinking pubs in the city. However, she carried no money: it wasn't necessary when everything would be provided at the appropriate time as a noble. Of course, she never expected to have been removed from nobility so abruptly. Although the pub was not the best of hiding places, Cecily could at least eavesdrop on the gossip that has been going around lately.
Yesterday, it was rumored that a noble of Castle Laus committed treason against the marquessate and is hiding in the city, explaining the city guards' heightened presence. Cecily slipped in that she heard the mistress of House Laus was declared an illegitimate child and she fled into the city, but the reason why the marquessate would simply bring this up now, or take issue with Lady Laus' illegitimacy now instead of back when she was still young, remaining elusive.
Today, her rumor caught on to the public, to her pleasure. Predictably: the public was split into two factions, those who support the marquessate and those who support Cecily. Now, regardless of the marquessate's actions, Cecily knew that the Eight Republics would become involved in her escape from the city. At least, if they manage to find her before the city guard does. However, things are never as easy as they appear.
"Excuse me, miss," one of the guards called in her direction, pushing his way through a crowd to get to her. "You in the tan-colored shawl!"
Cecily frowned, having forgotten the color of her ragged shawl, turning a corner to examine it. It was indeed tan-colored. Drat.
She pretended not to hear, trying to get out of the guard's sight as she pulled the shawl's hood over her head. As the day approached noon, more and more people were getting out and about for their daily tasks, meaning that there would be a massive wave of bodies headed towards the city square: at first, she was trying to head away from the center, but there was only so much pushing and shoving that can be done. Instead, Cecily went with the crowd into the center, losing the guard by the sheer number of people moving with her.
The city square was adorned by an elaborate fountain, surrounded by neatly rowed vendors selling their wares, celebrating the ancestry of the marquessate with the statue of the first marquess of Laus. The statue rested a hand at the hilt of its sword, sheathed in a decorated scabbard, while presenting a small urn, which gushed with a steady stream of water, with his other. Although the statue Laus was not smiling, there was something in its eye that hinted a gentle nature.
It was at the fountain side that Cecily took a moment to rest. She cupped her hands beneath the falling water and washed her face with it, wiping away the thin layer of caking dirt from her brow and cheeks. She presumed it would not be unusual to do so, as Cecily noted such in other marches she had visited. However, her time to reprieve was short, as she saw the armored boots of a city guard before her.
"Excuse me, miss, do you have a moment?" the guard asked.
"Yes, I suppose so," she answered. Cecily did not look up at the man before her, keeping her eyes focused on the stone street. She knew that the guard was holding the picture (likely herself) at a height where he would be able to see her face.
"Have you seen this woman? She had been missing for a day or so: her family is worried about her," the man said.
The fact that he did not recognize her by voice was promising. As long as she played it right, it would be simple enough to get by.
"I'm awful at remembering faces. Sorry, there's no chance I would remember a total stranger," she shook her head.
"I see. Thank you for your time," the guard sighed. He must have been going at it for hours without any luck. Perhaps thinking that there is no point in asking people on the street if an outcast noble was seen in the area.
Cecily got to her feet, deciding that it was time to leave the square, before another smarter guard questions her.
"Oh, I almost forgot to mention…" it was him again.
She looked on instinct, realizing her mistake as the guard realized that she was the woman he was searching for. He had her held by the wrist as Cecily tried to make her escape.
"Stop!" he shouted at her. And she did: his grip was strong and he would be able to resist any attempt at her prying his fingers off of her arm; running is no longer an option.
"Release me," she said in her commanding voice.
It was rare for her to speak as such, but she was told that it was quite possibly the coldest, goose bump-inviting voice heard among nobility. Although the guard shirked at her sudden attitude, he defied her order. Her voice attracted the pedestrians nearby, drawing attention. Just as she planned.
"I've been ordered to return you to the castle," he explained.
"Returned to the dungeon under lock and key? After Captain Miles, one of your superiors, sacrificed everything to see that I am not reduced to the marquess' scapegoat? I'd rather take my chances," Cecily snarled. Her eyes would freeze the duty-bound guard if it could shoot ice beams.
A crowd was gathering around the two and questions began to arise.
"Is that the Lady Laus?"
"Can't be: why would she be covered in mud?"
"I heard that she and Marquess Laus had some kind of fallout and was dismissed from the court."
"She's the illegitimate child of Lord Reynert: she's not supposed to be nobility in the first place!"
"Illegitimate or not, she had been supportive of us in domestic and foreign politics. This isn't right."
"Really? From what I've seen, she treats politics like a game and doesn't seem to take anything seriously. Why would anyone trust a 'noble' like that?"
As they approached the outskirts of the capital of Laus, they were accompanied by guards on foot. Cecily peered out at them with suspicion. It wasn't normal for her to be so heavily guarded within her own home city. Her immediate thought was that news of the attempt on her life prompted such an action by the Marquess Laus, but even then, crime within the city has been fairly low in recent months.
She searched the guardsmen jogging alongside her carriage, spotting Captain Miles among them. Although he could not be considered a friend, he was trustworthy enough.
"Miles, what is the meaning of this?" Cecily called out after him.
The Lausian guard captain stopped for a moment for a quick salute before continuing alongside the carriage. "Marquess Laus ordered that you be escorted to the throne room immediately after you arrive in the city, milady."
With that explanation, Cecily remained silent the rest of the way to the castle. She didn't believe that the marquess would want to speak with her about surviving her assassination attempt; she was sure that the marquess did not care about her to the extent that he would ensure that she was comfortable in the aftermath (as though she needed to be comforted about such trivial matters). The question piqued her curiosity as she was escorted out of her carriage and into the great hall.
((For fitting music: run all you like: you can't escape fate))
Marquess Hannes and his son Lucian were already waiting. Somehow, the echoing of her high heels tapping against the stone floor didn't sound as welcoming as when she left. Cecily measured the faces of her uncle and cousin as she came closer: grim and stern. It was clear that they were not concerned by her well being. In fact, she felt as though they wouldn't care if she died in Badon.
"Please elaborate, Marquess Laus," she gestured to her uncle to speak.
"There's no need," Lucian interjected.
He stepped forward, snatching Cecily by the cuff of her gown and pulling her in close. Cecily looked neither shocked or afraid by the heir's rough handling of her. For Lucian to do so was not entirely unexpected, but she was curious as to why he didn't hold himself in check this particular time. However, she didn't have to wonder.
"You're not a true member of the Laus marquessate. You are a bastardized child that your father made the mistake of conceiving with that commoner wench!" he shouted.
"And?" she asked.
Although she looked unfazed on the surface, Cecily was reeling. Her father never said anything about the circumstances of her birth. She knew her mother died when she was young, but little more than that. At the same time, Cecily never felt the urge to dig into the investigations around the incident, as it was both a cold case and unlikely to affect herself in the future. At least, that was her assumption.
"Your illegitimacy means that you should never had been a representative of Laus at all, nor should you have been given access to the services and facilities provided to Lausian nobility. Your father confided the truth with me himself, offering me the marquessate in exchange for helping him keep the secret of your birth hidden from the public. But under the circumstances, it has become clear to me that he intends to betray my trust. For this reason, I must do the same," Marquess Hannes explained. "Guards, lock her away."
"I suppose you are revealing all of this because you are afraid," Cecily said, as two guards approached her, taking her by the arms and pulling her towards the dungeons.
She made no attempt to resist them, knowing that it would change nothing. However, she walked at her own pace, much slower than what the guards were willing to let her. So, Cecily was half-walking, half-dragged out of the halls.
"So you are stripping Lord Reynert of title and declaring me illegitimate to cement your rule over Laus. But you know you cannot execute us because the Lausian army would riot over the death of the man that led them in Etruria, as well as his daughter. If you execute us, you would also have to purge the Lausian military command, putting the security of the march in the hands of the Emperor himself!" she shouted after the marquess as the ruler took his leave.
She knew she was right and the marquess' silence confirmed her logic. Lucian also took his leave without further words of his own, leaving Cecily with her forceful escort to the castle dungeons.
"You may have caught me with no cards to play, but you made a mistake, uncle," she muttered to herself as she cooperated the rest of the way to her prison cell.
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Hours later…
Although she wasn't tied or shackled, the prison cell door was locked. It was evident that Cecily wasn't expected to be able to escape her cell. After spending time examining her surroundings, she had to agree with that assessment. She didn't have the strength to break anything in the cell, the guards were informed not to heed anything she said, and the cell lacked any notable deficiency that could be exploited to escape.
Then Captain Miles appeared again, dismissing the guards at the dungeon door as he entered, presumably to share words with Cecily in privacy. It was to her surprise that he didn't spend any time talking and immediately unlocked her cell door.
"Why?" she asked him, approaching the open prison door.
"You're the daughter of Lord Reynert. It was his leadership that kept my brother alive," he explained in a low voice.
"You do understand that you are making me responsible for your own death," she hissed at him.
"I live and die for the protection of the Laus family," he replied. "Illegitimate or not, your efforts were all in our best interests. If my death gives you a second wind to do more good, then so be it."
Cecily gave a sigh, reluctant to thank him for his faith in her. "I suppose even fools can have their moment of glory."
The two snuck out of the dungeon, quietly making their way out of the castle. They only took a moment for Cecily to collect her favorite parasol, which the captain of the guard knew carried a concealed rapier for self-defense. Cecily had to walk barefoot, since all she had were the high heel shoes that she wore on her trip from Badon, but she didn't mind the discomfort. It was infinitely better than remaining in the prison cell to rot away.
As they approached the outer walls, a patrolling guard shouted in astonishment at Cecily's presence.
"Quick, you need to hide!" Miles instructed her.
Cecily only rolled her eyes at the obvious command. "I know."
The two ran, with Miles holding his lady's hand tightly to urge her to move faster. But Cecily, admittedly, was not athletic in the slightest, nor was her relatively fanciful clothes designed for such activities. When they made it towards the undrawn bridge, he deftly slew the two guards that waited there and pushed her along and drew his sword, meaning to hold off the growing number of guards that approach.
Cecily just ran without a word, climbing underneath the bridge. She knew what he intended to do and what the consequences and inevitable result would be. He already accepted his fate when he chose to help her.
Good-bye, Miles.
She submerged herself into the moat surrounding the castle, pulling the ends of her gown underneath with her. Although her clothes would be completely ruined, there was no other place to hide in the dark while the castle was bustling with activity.
"Captain Miles, why are you siding with her?" one of the guards questioned the captain. "She's not a noble: it's not your duty!"
"What my duty is, is up to me to decide," Miles answered curtly, flourishing his sword. "In my eyes, Lady Laus is the rightful heir of the marquessate!"
He counted six guardsmen brandishing their weapons in response to his aggressive posture.
"Got you all where I want you. Ready to die?" he taunted them. A horrible joke. But he knew that he won't have an opportunity to take another shot at it again.
His opponents charged.
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Three days later…
Cecily concluded that the marquessate did not want her escape to be made public, due to the lack of search warrants. Although offering a reward would make it easier for them to find her, it also risks getting sympathizers involved. Perhaps Miles' betrayal of the marquessate shook up the Laus military.
She was able to find some ragged clothing to wear underneath her still-damp gown to keep her warm and a shawl (large enough to have a hood at that!) to wear on top, at least, and used it to slip into a pub, sitting down at an empty booth in the corner of the establishment. It reeked of cigars and crude alcohol: evidently one of the lower-class drinking pubs in the city. However, she carried no money: it wasn't necessary when everything would be provided at the appropriate time as a noble. Of course, she never expected to have been removed from nobility so abruptly. Although the pub was not the best of hiding places, Cecily could at least eavesdrop on the gossip that has been going around lately.
Yesterday, it was rumored that a noble of Castle Laus committed treason against the marquessate and is hiding in the city, explaining the city guards' heightened presence. Cecily slipped in that she heard the mistress of House Laus was declared an illegitimate child and she fled into the city, but the reason why the marquessate would simply bring this up now, or take issue with Lady Laus' illegitimacy now instead of back when she was still young, remaining elusive.
Today, her rumor caught on to the public, to her pleasure. Predictably: the public was split into two factions, those who support the marquessate and those who support Cecily. Now, regardless of the marquessate's actions, Cecily knew that the Eight Republics would become involved in her escape from the city. At least, if they manage to find her before the city guard does. However, things are never as easy as they appear.
"Excuse me, miss," one of the guards called in her direction, pushing his way through a crowd to get to her. "You in the tan-colored shawl!"
Cecily frowned, having forgotten the color of her ragged shawl, turning a corner to examine it. It was indeed tan-colored. Drat.
She pretended not to hear, trying to get out of the guard's sight as she pulled the shawl's hood over her head. As the day approached noon, more and more people were getting out and about for their daily tasks, meaning that there would be a massive wave of bodies headed towards the city square: at first, she was trying to head away from the center, but there was only so much pushing and shoving that can be done. Instead, Cecily went with the crowd into the center, losing the guard by the sheer number of people moving with her.
The city square was adorned by an elaborate fountain, surrounded by neatly rowed vendors selling their wares, celebrating the ancestry of the marquessate with the statue of the first marquess of Laus. The statue rested a hand at the hilt of its sword, sheathed in a decorated scabbard, while presenting a small urn, which gushed with a steady stream of water, with his other. Although the statue Laus was not smiling, there was something in its eye that hinted a gentle nature.
It was at the fountain side that Cecily took a moment to rest. She cupped her hands beneath the falling water and washed her face with it, wiping away the thin layer of caking dirt from her brow and cheeks. She presumed it would not be unusual to do so, as Cecily noted such in other marches she had visited. However, her time to reprieve was short, as she saw the armored boots of a city guard before her.
"Excuse me, miss, do you have a moment?" the guard asked.
"Yes, I suppose so," she answered. Cecily did not look up at the man before her, keeping her eyes focused on the stone street. She knew that the guard was holding the picture (likely herself) at a height where he would be able to see her face.
"Have you seen this woman? She had been missing for a day or so: her family is worried about her," the man said.
The fact that he did not recognize her by voice was promising. As long as she played it right, it would be simple enough to get by.
"I'm awful at remembering faces. Sorry, there's no chance I would remember a total stranger," she shook her head.
"I see. Thank you for your time," the guard sighed. He must have been going at it for hours without any luck. Perhaps thinking that there is no point in asking people on the street if an outcast noble was seen in the area.
Cecily got to her feet, deciding that it was time to leave the square, before another smarter guard questions her.
"Oh, I almost forgot to mention…" it was him again.
She looked on instinct, realizing her mistake as the guard realized that she was the woman he was searching for. He had her held by the wrist as Cecily tried to make her escape.
"Stop!" he shouted at her. And she did: his grip was strong and he would be able to resist any attempt at her prying his fingers off of her arm; running is no longer an option.
"Release me," she said in her commanding voice.
It was rare for her to speak as such, but she was told that it was quite possibly the coldest, goose bump-inviting voice heard among nobility. Although the guard shirked at her sudden attitude, he defied her order. Her voice attracted the pedestrians nearby, drawing attention. Just as she planned.
"I've been ordered to return you to the castle," he explained.
"Returned to the dungeon under lock and key? After Captain Miles, one of your superiors, sacrificed everything to see that I am not reduced to the marquess' scapegoat? I'd rather take my chances," Cecily snarled. Her eyes would freeze the duty-bound guard if it could shoot ice beams.
A crowd was gathering around the two and questions began to arise.
"Is that the Lady Laus?"
"Can't be: why would she be covered in mud?"
"I heard that she and Marquess Laus had some kind of fallout and was dismissed from the court."
"She's the illegitimate child of Lord Reynert: she's not supposed to be nobility in the first place!"
"Illegitimate or not, she had been supportive of us in domestic and foreign politics. This isn't right."
"Really? From what I've seen, she treats politics like a game and doesn't seem to take anything seriously. Why would anyone trust a 'noble' like that?"
Insurrection - Lady Cecilia "Cecily" of Laus, third in line to the Laus marquessate