Princess Beatrice sat in the small room she had been assigned to. She had never been in one this size, let alone resided in one. She felt like this could be her future if she didn't outsmart the Archbishop, and the Clergymen. She'd been sitting alone for several minutes thinking and replaying the events over in her mind. The events had all seemed inevitable.
What was she supposed to do? Let Prince William die? No, she couldn't allow it. If she had to go back in time and do it all over again she would have done the exact same thing.
She decided to look around the Abbey and clear her mind from the dark thoughts.
As soon as she stepped out of her room and closed the door, she saw Clancy rounding the corner, walking directly towards her. When she stood a few feet in front of her she curtsied.
"Clancy, you don't have to curtsy while we were alone, and you don't have to come and seek me out. I am perfectly capable of finding my own way." She fussed.
