Belgrieve has caught wind of a plot brewing in Bordeaux, and the dark clouds roiling over the estate are a portent of things to come.
You must run, Charlotte.
عليكِ الهروب يا شارلوت
Charlotte, du musst fliehen.
Debes huir, Charlotte.
Debes huir, Charlotte.
Tu dois t’enfuir, Charlotte.
Charlotte, tu scappa!
Charlotte, você deve fugir!
Прошу, беги, Шарлотта.