Setting
Outside the walls of Rouen, near the main city gate where Catholic forces have set up their command post. The ground is trampled mud from months of siege activity, littered with broken weapons and debris. Inside the walls, the city streets are eerily quiet, with occasional figures moving furtively between buildings.
Characters
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Francis, Duke of Guise
primary
A tall, imposing man in his early forties with a well-groomed beard and piercing blue eyes. His face bears the scars of previous battles, and his posture exudes military precision. His hands are strong, accustomed to wielding both sword and pen.
Protestant Elder
primary
A gaunt man in his late fifties, with a deeply lined face and a greying beard. His sunken eyes betray months of sleepless nights and hunger, yet they burn with quiet determination. His hands, though weathered, are steady, and his posture, though weary, remains upright.
Catholic Lieutenant
secondary
A lean, battle-hardened man in his early 30s with a sharp jawline and piercing blue eyes. His face bears a fresh scar across his left cheek, a testament to recent combat. His posture is rigid with military discipline, but his eyes constantly scan the surroundings with alertness.
Starving Woman
secondary
A gaunt woman in her late 30s, with sunken cheeks and hollow eyes that speak of prolonged hunger. Her once-dark hair is now streaked with premature gray, hanging limply around her face. Her hands are bony and trembling, clutching a threadbare shawl around her shoulders.
City Guard
background
A middle-aged man with a gaunt face and sunken eyes, his once-strong frame now weakened by months of siege. His unkempt beard and hollow cheeks show the toll of starvation. His hands, gripping the pike, are calloused but trembling from exhaustion.
Dialog
Francis, Duke of Guise
By the grace of God and the authority of His Most Christian Majesty, I demand your unconditional surrender. Your walls crumble, your people starve - resistance is blasphemy against divine will.
Protestant Elder
We ask only for safe passage for women and children. Must Christ's lambs perish for men's quarrels?
Catholic Lieutenant
My lord, scouts report the southern bastion has collapsed. The heretics cannot hold another day.
Francis, Duke of Guise
Silence, Lieutenant. Do you bargain with God's judgment, Elder? Your heresy has brought this upon Rouen.
Protestant Elder
We answer to a higher throne than Paris. But these people... they answer only to hunger now.
Catholic Lieutenant
Shall I order the final assault, my lord? The men grow restless.
Francis, Duke of Guise
At dawn, Lieutenant. Let them contemplate their sins one final night. The righteous shall inherit Rouen.