“I did not think you were ugly.” Laura told her husband every time he recounted the story to his children in their cribs. Now the children were much older, but her mind wondered back to that time often. She did this as much as all parents do as their children grow bigger. Laura smiled at the memory. She thought his mustache had been ugly. It was like a smear on his handsome face.
Once they were married, her first act was to shave it off. Guiseppe never wore it or his beard again. His face looked entirely different without it. “Some men look grand with them, but you are not one of them. You look incredible without it.” That was the only persuasion it had taken.
This lead to the memory of what she was doing when the news of the escape came to her. Laura turned red, embarrassed by her reaction. That reaction was to laugh in the King Of England’s face.
“Laura, this isn’t funny. Our entire plan hinges on these two!” “Our plan? This is not my plan. This is your feeble attempt to hold on to the throne, I’m not concerned.” He never reacted in anger, so he left without speaking.
Laura looked at her servant Henri. “Get a message to Paris. Tell these two escapees to run.” “Your Highness, why would they go to Paris? How would I find them?” She looked frustrated. “If anyone can find them you can. Where will they go other than Paris? It’s the closest port a stranger would migrate too. It is there that they will meet the King’s Envoy. You must reach them first before he does, now go!”