Murder of Henry Stuart, Lord Darnley
A violent explosion rips through Kirk o' Field in the dead of night, destroying the house where Lord Darnley was staying. Conspirators, including the Earl of Bothwell, flee the scene as chaos erupts.
Setting
Kirk o' Field, a two-story house on the outskirts of Edinburgh, surrounded by a small garden and low stone walls. The house is isolated, with the city's silhouette visible in the distance. The interior is modestly furnished, with a bedchamber on the second floor where Lord Darnley was staying.
Characters
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Henry Stuart, Lord Darnley
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A tall, fair-haired nobleman in his early twenties, with a slender but well-proportioned build. His face, now lifeless, still bears traces of youthful arrogance, with high cheekbones and a finely shaped nose. His hands are delicate, befitting his noble status, and his skin is pale, almost translucent in the dim light.
James Hepburn, Earl of Bothwell
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A ruggedly handsome man in his early 30s, with a strong, muscular build and a commanding presence. His face is weathered from years of military campaigns, with sharp, piercing eyes and a thick, dark beard. His hair is dark and slightly unkempt, giving him a wild, untamed appearance.
Conspirator
secondary
A wiry man in his late 30s with a gaunt face, sharp cheekbones, and deep-set eyes that dart nervously. His dark hair is cropped short, and he sports a patchy beard. His hands are rough and calloused, suggesting a life of manual labor or military service.
Servant
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A young woman in her early twenties, with a slender build and fair complexion. Her hair is tied back in a simple braid, slightly disheveled from the sudden chaos. Her hands are calloused from years of labor, and her posture is slightly hunched from habitual deference.
Dialog
James Hepburn, Earl of Bothwell
By the devil's own hand, it's done! The house is naught but splinters and smoke.
Conspirator
Aye, but dinnae linger—the watch'll be upon us if we tarry.
James Hepburn, Earl of Bothwell
Aye, aye—move swift as shadows. The city's eyes are sharp tonight.
Conspirator
D'ye ken if any saw us? The walls had ears, I swear it.
James Hepburn, Earl of Bothwell
None live to tell it. Now silence—we speak of this never again.
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