The Docks, Saturday Morning
Francis couldn't make any sense at all of the place where he had woken up. It was much smaller than his chambers, filled with unfamiliar possessions -- and, he couldn't help but notice, none too clean. And not only was Mary missing, but there was no sign of her in the room at all.
If it was the kidnapping attempt he suspected, the kidnappers seemed to have done a piss-poor job of it; all the people he saw on his way out of the castle were either asleep or seemed busy with their own affairs. He slipped out a side door and stood blinking in the cold sunlight. He didn't recognize any landmarks, but eventually his walk took him to a harbor with a few docked boats.
Could escape and getting home really be so easy?
Happy he'd put in so much time learning to sail, Francis found an abandoned dinghy and pulled it onto the docks to inspect it for seaworthiness. It wouldn't do for the king of France to survive a kidnapping and then drown himself trying to get away.
[OOC: Open post! Anders is Francis II from Reign.]
If it was the kidnapping attempt he suspected, the kidnappers seemed to have done a piss-poor job of it; all the people he saw on his way out of the castle were either asleep or seemed busy with their own affairs. He slipped out a side door and stood blinking in the cold sunlight. He didn't recognize any landmarks, but eventually his walk took him to a harbor with a few docked boats.
Could escape and getting home really be so easy?
Happy he'd put in so much time learning to sail, Francis found an abandoned dinghy and pulled it onto the docks to inspect it for seaworthiness. It wouldn't do for the king of France to survive a kidnapping and then drown himself trying to get away.
[OOC: Open post! Anders is Francis II from Reign.]