One day, Ramsy found Bathilde sitting on the fountain in the monastery gardens.
Ramsy: “What’s the matter Bathilde? You look really sad,” he said sitting down next to her.
Bathilde: “I am sad, but there is a part of me that is not sad. And then there is another part of me that is sad that I am not sad. Does that make any sense?” she asked with a bewildered look on her face.
Ramsy: “Perfectly.” And it did, because Ramsy was feeling the exact same way.
Bathilde: “My father is dead, and I feel that I should be more devastated than I am. I don’t quite understand it. It is almost like a burden has been lifted off my shoulders, and I feel so guilty for saying that. I really never saw my father much except on formal occasions, but he was always there behind the scenes dictating my entire life.”
Ramsy: “I feel it, too. It feels like freedom.”
Bathilde: “Ramsy... I don’t want us to get married... I mean... I don’t want us to get married because we were told to get married,” she stammered feeling very shy all of a sudden. “I don’t want you to do anything because you... or I are being forced. I want this to be a new chapter in my life where we...I mean ‘you’ and ‘I’ separately, of course, are free. I know that you care nothing about being King, so if you don’t want to be with me...”
Ramsy: “Bathilde, the one thing that I am certain about is that I do not want to be ‘separate’ from you. I have honestly never felt this way before, and I want to continue down this path with you wherever it may lead us... together.” For the first time in his life, Ramsy felt the clarity in what he just said.
Bathilde: “Me, too,” she smiled feeling the happiest she had in a long while.
Ramsy: “What do you say? How about we forget our sad sides for awhile and play in this fountain?” he asked nodding to the fountain behind them.
Bathilde: “What if Friar Thomas sees us?!”
Ramsy: “Freedom, Bathilde. Freedom,” he smiled taking her hand and leading her into the fountain.