Catherine of Braganza (1638-1705) was the Portuguese wife of Charles II, King of England (1630-1685) from 1662-1685. Catherine was born into the House of Braganza, the most senior noble house in Portugal.
TITLE: A Remedy for a King
INT. JCJ’S APARTMENT – NIGHT
Joseph Christian Jukic (JCJ) sits at his cluttered desk, illuminated by the glow of his computer screen. His website, NamasteWellness.site, is open, showcasing a mix of natural remedies, wellness tips, and his personal journey of overcoming chronic fatigue and other ailments. Stacks of handwritten notes, books on alternative medicine, and bottles of herbal tinctures surround him.
JCJ leans back in his chair, rubbing his temples. His gaze drifts to a newspaper clipping pinned to the wall: a photo of King Charles III smiling during a public event, the headline reading, “King Charles Advocates for Holistic Healing Practices.”
JCJ
(to himself)
“If anyone would listen, it’s him. He’s always cared about natural remedies. Maybe… maybe he’ll understand.”
He pulls up a blank email draft, addressing it to the official contact listed on the royal website. His fingers hover over the keyboard, hesitant.
JCJ
(whispering)
“Come on, JC. If this can help even one person, it’s worth it.”
EXT. LONDON – BUCKINGHAM PALACE – DAY
In the royal correspondence office, a young assistant named Emily sifts through dozens of letters and emails addressed to King Charles. She pauses when she spots an email titled: “A Gift for His Majesty: Cancer Remedies from NamasteWellness.site.”
Curious, she opens it.
INT. JCJ’S EMAIL – SCREEN VIEW
Dear Your Majesty,
My name is Joseph Christian Jukic, though friends call me JCJ. I’m not a doctor, but I’ve spent years researching and developing natural remedies after battling my own health issues. I believe in the healing power of nature, something I know Your Majesty has championed for years.
On my website, NamasteWellness.site, I’ve compiled remedies and therapies that I believe could help those facing cancer. These are not cures, but they’re tools—complementary options to support the body and spirit. I humbly offer this knowledge to you, hoping it may serve someone in need.
With respect and gratitude,
Joseph Christian Jukic
Emily raises an eyebrow, intrigued. She clicks the link to JCJ’s website.
INT. JCJ’S WEBSITE – SCREEN VIEW
The homepage is simple but heartfelt, with a tagline reading: “Healing the World, One Remedy at a Time.” Sections detail herbal treatments, dietary suggestions, and guided meditations. A blog post titled “Fighting Cancer with Nature’s Tools” catches her eye.
Emily jots down a note and forwards the email up the chain of command.
INT. JCJ’S APARTMENT – NIGHT
Weeks pass. JCJ is back at his desk, tinkering with the website. A notification pops up: “Reply from Buckingham Palace.” His heart races as he opens the email.
Dear Mr. Jukic,
Thank you for your thoughtful message and for sharing your work on NamasteWellness.site. His Majesty deeply appreciates your dedication to holistic healing and your willingness to contribute to the well-being of others.
While we cannot endorse specific treatments, your commitment to wellness aligns with the principles His Majesty holds dear. Your materials have been noted and will be shared with the appropriate advisors.
With gratitude,
The Office of His Majesty King Charles III
JCJ sits back, a mix of relief and pride washing over him.
JCJ
(to himself)
“They heard me. Maybe… just maybe, this will help someone.”
He looks at the photo of King Charles on his wall, nodding.
JCJ
(quietly)
“Namaste, Your Majesty.”
FADE OUT.
TITLE: The Queen’s Judgment
INT. ROTHSCHILD MANOR – PRIVATE VAULT – NIGHT
The vast underground vault glimmers with gold bars stacked high, reflecting the faint light of chandeliers. Baron Jacob Rothschild, impeccably dressed, stands before a ledger, inspecting his empire’s wealth.
Suddenly, the temperature in the room drops. A chill wind sweeps through the vault, extinguishing several candles. Rothschild looks up, startled.
BARON ROTHSCHILD
(calling out)
“Who’s there? Show yourself!”
A ghostly figure materializes from the shadows—Queen Elizabeth II, regal even in death, her spectral form glowing faintly. Her piercing gaze locks onto Rothschild.
QUEEN ELIZABETH II
(coldly)
“Jacob Rothschild. The architect of greed. Did you think your wealth would shield you from judgment?”
Rothschild stumbles back, his face pale.
BARON ROTHSCHILD
(trying to compose himself)
“Your Majesty… or whatever you are. Why have you come here?”
QUEEN ELIZABETH II
(to Rothschild, her voice rising)
“I have come to deliver a reckoning. For too long, you and your ilk have hoarded the fruits of nations, stolen from the labor of others, and turned gold into chains that bind the world.”
She steps closer, her spectral form towering over him.
QUEEN ELIZABETH II
“You thought the Royals would stand idly by, watching you amass power unchecked? No, Jacob. A storm is coming—a hurricane of tally sticks, ancient as the crown itself, to sweep away your greed and pride.”
Rothschild’s hands tremble as he backs away, his voice quivering.
BARON ROTHSCHILD
“Tally sticks? That relic of a bygone age? You can’t threaten me with symbols of the past. Gold is eternal!”
The Queen’s ghost narrows her eyes, her presence growing more formidable.
QUEEN ELIZABETH II
“Gold may be eternal, but so is justice. Do you think I’ve forgotten the history of tally sticks? They were the measure of fairness, the balance of trade before men like you corrupted the world with your lust for wealth. They are a reminder that power lies not in gold, but in trust and truth.”
She raises a hand, and a spectral whirlwind fills the vault, scattering papers and shaking the golden stacks. The sound of tally sticks cracking echoes through the chamber.
QUEEN ELIZABETH II
“Your empire is built on sand, Jacob. The Royals will reclaim what you have stolen—not for greed, but to restore balance. Your gold will be your undoing.”
Rothschild falls to his knees, shielding his face from the ghostly storm.
BARON ROTHSCHILD
(pleading)
“Please! I’ve built this legacy for generations! You can’t destroy it all!”
QUEEN ELIZABETH II
(steadfast)
“It is not I who will destroy it, but the weight of your own sins. Repent, Jacob, if you dare. The tally is being taken, and the reckoning will come.”
The storm subsides as the Queen’s ghost begins to fade. Her parting words linger in the air, cold and resolute.
QUEEN ELIZABETH II
“Pride comes before the fall, and the crown will outlast you all.”
INT. ROTHSCHILD MANOR – LATER THAT NIGHT
Rothschild sits alone in the vault, shaken. The gold around him no longer gleams as brightly, and the sound of tally sticks cracking haunts his ears.
He picks up his ledger, but his hands tremble too much to write.
BARON ROTHSCHILD
(whispering to himself)
“Balance… justice… could it all be slipping away?”
FADE OUT.