Setting
A grand, high-ceilinged chamber in a manor house in Brétigny-sur-orge, France. The room is adorned with rich tapestries depicting scenes of medieval battles and royal hunts. Large wooden beams cross the ceiling, and a heavy oak table dominates the center, covered in parchment scrolls and wax seals. The stone walls are cold and damp, with a large fireplace crackling to one side.
Characters
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King John II of France
primary
A weary yet dignified monarch in his early 40s, with a gaunt face marked by the strains of captivity. His dark hair is streaked with gray, and his piercing blue eyes still hold a regal bearing despite his fatigue. He wears the weight of his crown heavily, both literally and figuratively.
Edward the Black Prince
primary
A tall, broad-shouldered man with piercing blue eyes and a strong jawline, his dark hair cropped short in the military style. His face bears the faint scars of battle, and his bearing exudes the confidence of a seasoned commander.
French Advisor
secondary
A gaunt man with sharp, calculating eyes and a neatly trimmed beard, his face lined with the marks of many sleepless nights in service to the crown. His posture is slightly hunched from years spent leaning over documents and whispering counsel.
English Scribe
secondary
A thin, wiry man with ink-stained fingers and a slightly hunched posture from years of bending over parchment. His sharp eyes dart between the negotiators and his work, missing nothing.
French Guard
background
A tall, broad-shouldered man with a weathered face and a thick, well-kept beard. His piercing blue eyes scan the room with quiet vigilance.
Dialog
Edward the Black Prince
Sire, this clause ensures the cession of Aquitaine in full sovereignty—without homage. The ransom of three million crowns is but a small price for your freedom and peace.
King John II
My lord prince, Aquitaine has been held in fiefdom for generations. To sever it entirely... this is a bitter draught to swallow.
French Advisor
Domine, si concedimus Aquitaniam, regnum nostrum sanguinem sudabit... Sire, if we yield Aquitaine, our kingdom will bleed.
King John II
Yet what is a kingdom without its king? The people have suffered enough in my absence.
Edward the Black Prince
Wisdom, Sire. A king’s return may heal wounds that land cannot. Consider—this treaty spares further English swords from French soil.
French Advisor
Periculosum est, domine... It is dangerous, my liege. The Dauphin will—
King John II
Enough. The quill, if you please, my lord prince. For France, I will sign.
