Pray not ask me for I wish not to be infected! But run! Run far from thy town!
HELP MEEE! Boils cover thine skin and foul smelling liquids spill from thy skin
SILENCE! You shall do as I say! TO QUARENTINE!
Nay! my duchess let me not stay at thy home!
FATHER! OH, FATHER
Where could he be?
1665 (One week earlier): A young lady named Anne notices boils on her skin and black puss squeezing from them. She runs out to the street and cries for help. A man tells her to run away from the town before it is too late.
Thy Father is gone. He has left this world. Although he was not my real father, he took me under his wing unlike my cruel birth father.
Anne begs before the duchess and begs her to not put her in quarentine, but the duchess is a firm lady and will not let anyone pass her.
A week earlier: Lady Grace has taken to a disguse and has lived the life of a peasant for a twelve-month. She was taken in by a kind servant and she had grown to love him. But, one day he went missing.
Pray, what is troubling you?
I have been diagnosed with thine plauge, I shall die in but 6 days so the doctor said to me. But none matters about me, what troubles you?
Lady Grace found her father, but it is too late...
Present: Our two heart broken heroines walk in the street.
Lady Grace comforts Anne
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