"My lady, wake up! Wake up, oh please wake up!" A soft voice awakes me from my slumber, opening my eyes I see her, Ella, my best friend, and caretaker. "Ella?" My voice almost nonexistent from my screaming and protests. She sobs uncontrollably, "Oh, thank the heavens above! My lady, are you hurt? Where is Alastair, and your husband? " A swift silence sweeps between us two as sit up, painfully "I believe I've fractured my back, I've also been shot in my left leg. Alastair is dead, Will may as well be too." Her mouth agape, she hugs me tightly, I wince, having put pressure on my back. More cries escape her, as she grips my arms tightly; she breathes in once and breaths out another. "There is no time to sit and mourn, we must flee. The French have come to kill us all. I share a home with my brothers and sisters, a bit north of the palace, we can stay there for the night." She stands unwrinkling her maid's cloth. She reaches her hand out to me and says "We can cry when we get there." I take her hand, and we venture outside the palace walls into the village. There we would spend the night and I would meet more people to eventually lose.