Surrender

I stand alone on the stage that has been erected in the square. There had been a heated debate among the councilors if the treaty should be signed in the privacy of the Duke's great hall before the influential members of Villefranche, or publicly in the square before the towns people. I chose publicly, as I had expected my own demise, and want the people to hold the Prince responsible for his promises. He knows the power of public unrest and can be checked by it. Also, if his analysis of my power is accurate then this will only strengthen the public opinion of me.

I am wearing the same flowing dress as before and have added fresh flowers to my hair. I hear the din of the crowd below me, preparing for the signing. There was a proclamation after my return informing the people of the surrender, and the official signing of the treaty before them. After the signing there will be further proclamations throughout the city, the dukedom, and Prince Clement-Victor's men to ensure that everyone hears the terms to be upheld.

A hush of awe flows through the crowd as Prince Clement-Victor, dressed in royal garb and surrounded by 100 men, as discusses, treks through the streets to the square. I am pleased to see the true Prince here for the signing, instead of his proxy. I hadn't tried to constrain him in that regard. His men part as they enter the square. Half wait further down in the streets. Over a quarter of them mingle with the crowd, while the rest join escort the Prince to the stairs. A few walk up them, standing on the edge of the stage. Prince Clement-Victor ascends, his cloak sways in the old night breeze. There is a gold circlet around his head of dark hair, with other gold jewelry clasping the cloak, and circling his fingers.

I curtsy as low as humanly possible while welcoming my guest. "Prince Clement-Victor of Varzy, welcome to Villefranche." I project my voice as a hush falls over the crowd. We are now playing parts, and the audience needs to hear.

I am surprised by his bow. It isn't too surprising that he would give an indication of my authority for the treaty with a small cordial nod, but he bends at the waist, truly bowing. It isn't very deep, but the motion speaks volumes as to his opinion of me. "Lady Pierrette-Danielle of Villefranche." When he straitens, he has a devilish smirk on his face. His eyes glint with mischief and amusement. My heart stops. What is he planning? Is he going to double cross me?

No, he publicly showed respect to me. Our deal will work. I turn to face the crowd and walk to the podium where the treaty lays. The prince follows my lead.

"Citizens of Villefranche, my name is Lady Pierrette-Danielle of Villefranche. I stand before you to inform you of the flight of my father, the Duke of Villefranche, two weeks ago and how he left the Dukedom in my hands. I have the backing of the city council, who have verified this claim. As the leader of this our city and dukedom, I have analyzed our options under this siege and concluded for the good of everyone to surrender with favorable terms." I hold my head high as I proclaim my own power. There is a ripple though those before me at my words. I ignore it to continue.

"This afternoon I met with Prince Clement-Victor of Varzy, who stands at my side. We have agreed upon the terms of the treaty that we will present to you." I continue the show, gesturing to the man next to me.

"I was surprised by the sudden surrender but am pleased with the terms presented by Lady Pierrett-Danielle of Villefranche." I am surprised that he acknowledges me by my title. He seems to be mounting my importance before the people. "The terms set forth here are applicable to any other city or village in this Dukedom that chooses to fall under the Varzy flag. Once my men enter the city, we will not plunder nor loot. We will not incite violence." He finishes his part and hope is seen in the eyes of some before us.

"To compensate the soldiers they will receive money, or items from the Duke's treasury. The amounts have been settled between us, and the steward of the Duke's palace will uphold the balance. I regrettably must ask the artisans, merchants and all others here to offer a discount of 20% to all soldiers, to help compensate for their peace. They will receive a letter from me with the Villefranche seal, acknowledging their service to Varzy, so you can identify them. To help with this transition and burden taxes will be significantly lowered. The specific rates we have agreed upon will be posted for all to see." There is a murmur through the group before us about the discount, but it is drowned in a cheer of joy at the announcement of lower taxes. I smile at those below, grateful for their joy and support of the change.

"All here that are refugees are welcome to return to their homes, as well as soldiers from Villefranche. Soldiers from other regions are welcome to join my army or remain in this city under surveillance to learn a trade. If these terms are violated, you can come to me personally to resolve the problem." I am surprised by his offer but hide it before the throng.

"I have become impressed with Lady Pierrette-Danielle's self sacrifice and skills during our negotiations. I therefore decide to give her the title of Duchess of Villefranche, without her having to take a Duke. She will also accompany me as I visit Villefranche to secure the Dukedom." The crowd applauds as I stiffen. What is he planning? I know that I can do nothing against it, as a spoil of war, but I fear what he is planning. He was agreeable during our tête-à-tête but I know he is a wolf in sheep's clothing. He does nothing without careful calculation, and I am a pawn in his game.

"The gates will be opened tonight, and the duke's collection of ale will be open to the public to celebrate the peace. Barrels have been brought here to the square, and other parks throughout the city. Please enjoy yourselves." I bow to the people before me, knowing that it is their opinion that has saved my life. There is a cheer at the prospects of alcohol. The Prince waves to the crowd who cheer louder. He extends his elbow to me. I lock it with my own arm, and his masked expression of joy remains cemented to his face. My heart clenches at the idea of having to submit to this dangerous man. We descend the stairs, and go to the palace.