Owen stood in solitude by the entrance of the tunnels, "Saffrie?" She called to no avail for all that echoed back was her own voice and the dripping of water from the cold stone roof.
Owen set the candle down on the floor, pulling out a few marbles to sit beside it, "I need your help, but I'd love to play a game with you! If you can hear me from in there, please come find me," he invited.
As she stared to walk out of the tunnel but she freezes when she hears a noise behind her, "So you will speak to me?" He returns to the marbles shakily.
Owen knelt and picked up a marble, "This game is a guessing game, if I guess right you roll this little marble back but if I'm wrong then this is yours to keep."
She rolls a marble down the corridor of the pathway, "Do you know who's trying to hurt me?" She waited for a moment before the marble was rolled back to her.
Owen rolled two marbles this time, "The English? Or perhaps Queen Vanessa?" She thought her decision over quickly, "Sorry, I should ask one at a time," she rambled until two marbles rolled back at her and she stopped suddenly.
"So it's the English?" Owen shot another marble down but got no response, "Saffrie? Saffrie?" He made his way down the passageway to find a broken marble and a small golden key.
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Long May She Reign
FanfictionFrance 1557; Owen Stuart, Queen of Scots, had been hidden away at a convent for her safety since age 9. Engaged since childhood to the future king of France, she awaits her return to the French court for her wedding to Acho Denholm, the Dauphin of F...
