Inside the royal council chamber, the atmosphere was tense. All the princes, ministers, and the king had gathered for an urgent meeting.
Prince Henry: King Francis kept chasing him, yet he slipped away again.
Prince Louis: All of this happened because of that Famoura!
Minister William: Your Highnesses, it's time to decide. Our duty is only to carry out your orders.
Prince Charles: Yes, she is my daughter… but I had no idea she would do something like this.
Prince Philip: She's your only daughter, and even then, you can't handle her? (smiles slightly)
King Francis: Now that everyone has finished talking, shall we finally discuss what needs to be done about her?
Prince Louis: I suggest we close all the doors of the palace and keep her hidden away.
King Francis: (smirks faintly) Not a bad idea, I must say.
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The scene shifts to Famoura's chamber.
Aunt Marie: Here, Famoura. When you were born, someone left this gift for you.
Famoura: You're giving it to me now? Who gave it?
Aunt Marie shuts the door as she leaves.
Aunt Marie: I don't like children who ask too many questions. (laughs softly and walks away)
Famoura: Oh, God… where exactly have You sent me? (sighs)