ENTRY I

Three thousands later on that same day, the story of the woman that caught my attention started. It's more than a random day.

That day, in the court hall…

"What say you?" she said from the high throne hidden in shadow. Part of her face appeared, a beautiful face, that stopped many breaths of the surrounding lords and ladies, was distant- she knew this well. She looked at all of them, a sorry lot, playing their small games, enjoining their small pleasures, hidden behind well designed masks. It made her sick, every day was the same, every day they will kneel in front of her, wish her health, return to their place, smile, speaking with a note of sarcasm in their mocking voices. They were a typical lot of nobility. A group of people that would stab her in the back if the odds were in their favor. For now they weren't, she was safe for now. But the main question was how long will it last. She needs a way out.

There must be a way out. There is always a way.

The hall was silent. The lords looked at each other, their faces stern, the ladies smiled behind their fans, gave nothing away. They knew what was about to happen.

"Your ladyship," the first noble in green gambeson decorated with golden buttons moved forward. "What is there to say?"

"Nothing has change," she demanded, "everything is the same."

"How can it change?" asked one of the nobles in the back. "Why change anything?"

"What can be changed?" asked the raven-haired woman.

"Everything," she replied. Even you- that part she didn't say, but the urge was strong- she somehow defeated it. "How long will this last?"

"As long as it has to," replied the bald noble.

"And how long is that?" she asked.

"As we need it to be," answered the noble with the trimmed beard, "as we need in to be, I can safely bet that everybody in this court agrees with me."

Everyone cheered.

"Or until the peasant revolt," she murmured.

"True," the raven-haired woman replied. "So true.

I had enough there must be a way out."