Setting
The outer courtyard of Bolton Castle, a massive medieval fortress in North Yorkshire, England. The courtyard is surrounded by high stone walls with crenellations, and the heavy wooden gates have just been opened to admit the procession. The ground is cobbled, uneven from centuries of use, and the air is filled with the sounds of horses and armor.
Characters
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Mary, Queen of Scots
primary
A striking woman in her mid-twenties, with a pale complexion, high cheekbones, and piercing dark eyes. Her auburn hair is partially concealed beneath a French hood, and her posture remains regally erect despite her circumstances. She has a slender but strong build, accustomed to riding and courtly activities.
English Captain
primary
A tall, broad-shouldered man in his late 30s with a weathered face, a closely trimmed beard, and piercing blue eyes. His posture is rigid, reflecting years of military discipline, and his hands are calloused from wielding a sword. A faint scar runs along his left cheekbone, a testament to past battles.
Castle Steward
secondary
A middle-aged man of average height with a slightly stooped posture from years of administrative duties. His face is lined with the marks of responsibility, and his thinning grey hair is neatly combed back. His hands are clean but show the calluses of frequent writing and handling documents.
Guard
secondary
A sturdy English soldier in his late twenties, with a weathered face from years of outdoor duty. His build is muscular, typical of a man trained in warfare, with a square jaw and close-cropped brown hair. His eyes are sharp and constantly scanning, reflecting his vigilance.
Castle Cook
background
A middle-aged woman with a sturdy build, her face lined from years of labor over hot fires. Her hands are rough and calloused, and her dark hair is tucked under a simple linen coif, with a few stray wisps escaping. Her complexion is ruddy from the heat of the kitchen.
Dialog
Mary, Queen of Scots
We find this welcome most... curious. Does your mistress not deign to greet us herself, or are we to be received like common felons?
English Captain
Her Majesty's orders are clear. You are to be quartered here under guard until such time as she determines your disposition.
Castle Steward
If it please Your Grace, the east tower chambers have been prepared according to Her Majesty's specifications. The household stands ready to attend to your needs.
Mary, Queen of Scots
Needs? Mon Dieu, we require our freedom, not velvet cushions! Tell me, steward - does this tower have a name, or shall we call it our gilded cage?
English Captain
Secure the prisoner's attendants in the lower chambers. Double the watch on all gates.
Mary, Queen of Scots
Prisoner? Captain, you forget yourself. We are anointed sovereign, cousin to your queen, and by God's grace -
Castle Steward
The hour grows late, Your Grace. Perhaps you would wish to retire? The evening meal awaits in your chambers.