Setting
Muddy battlefield along the Charente River, with scattered bodies, trampled earth, and the remnants of a chaotic cavalry charge. The riverbank is littered with discarded weapons, broken pikes, and the occasional fallen standard. The nearby fields are churned into a quagmire from the movement of troops and horses.
Characters
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Louis I de Bourbon, Prince of Condé
primary
A nobleman in his late thirties, with a lean but muscular build from years of military campaigns. His face is marked by the hardships of war, with sharp features and a prominent nose. His dark hair is matted with sweat and mud, and his piercing eyes reflect both defiance and exhaustion. A deep wound on his side stains his clothing with blood.
Henry, Duke of Anjou
primary
A young man of 17 years, with a slender yet commanding build. His features are sharp and aristocratic, with piercing dark eyes and a neatly trimmed beard. His pale complexion contrasts with the grime of battle, and his posture exudes regal authority.
Huguenot Captain
secondary
A battle-hardened officer in his late 30s, with a wiry but strong build. His face is weathered from years of campaigning, with a prominent scar running from his left temple to cheekbone. His dark brown hair is cropped short beneath his helmet, and his piercing blue eyes show both determination and fatigue.
Catholic Lieutenant
secondary
A hardened soldier in his early 30s, with a lean but muscular build from years of campaigning. His face is weathered by sun and wind, with a prominent scar running from his left temple to cheekbone—a souvenir from previous battles. His dark brown hair is cropped short beneath his helmet, and his piercing blue eyes scan the battlefield with practiced vigilance.
Wounded Soldier
background
A young man in his early twenties, with a gaunt face and sunken eyes, his body twisted awkwardly in the mud. His fair hair is matted with blood and dirt, and his skin is pale from blood loss. A deep gash across his chest seeps dark red into his torn doublet.
Dialog
Henry, Duke of Anjou
Prince de Condé, your rebellion ends here, in the mud where it belongs. The crown thanks you for your surrender.
Louis I de Bourbon, Prince of Condé
I surrender nothing but my body to your injustice, Anjou. My cause lives beyond this field.
Catholic Lieutenant
Mon seigneur, the Huguenot left flank collapses. Shall we pursue or secure the prisoners?
Henry, Duke of Anjou
Let them drown in their heresy. Lieutenant, ensure the Prince meets his maker with all haste.
Louis I de Bourbon, Prince of Condé
Then do your work, lieutenant. But know this blade cuts both ways - today you murder a prince, tomorrow your own conscience.
Catholic Lieutenant
The Lord will judge us all, mon prince. To your knees.
Henry, Duke of Anjou
Let France remember this day when rebels consider bearing arms against their lawful king.