location: castle grounds featuring: @charlesoforleans
with one of king maximillian’s guards at her side, the madame royale of france felt safer than she had thus far. her bandaged feet fit safely into the shoes still caked in dried blood, though the revelation of who had done the bandaging still kept her dazed. hands were clasped in front of her abdomen as she walked, thankful that she was not alone as she traversed back to the castle. though her primary focus was on finding louis, isabeau had realized that she’d yet to see anyone else from her family. the blonde woman frowned and her gaze became narrowed, head turning as if she would simply will a valois into existence by sheer will.
but providence, it appeared, was on isabeau’s side and a gasp left her lips, shaky and encumbered by the cough that followed. and there was no denying the genuine smile that had risen on her lips. for across the field of debris littered to her left was the duke of orléans, alive and whole. “charles,” she shouted across the vastness, well aware that the sheer chaos surrounding them might make it difficult for him to hear her. she shouted his name again, louder this time, ignoring the smoke that settled into her lungs. “charles.”