Hi everyone! Welcome (back) to The Tudors! In case there's anyone new here, let me start by saying we have now officially ventured into the alternative reality/universe of the Tudors.

To recap the events that took place over the last 1,5 seasons. So, we started with Henry and Catalina of Aragon, whose marriage ended due to the inability to produce a male heir, and probably also years of Henry being a cheater. Henry spends a bit overthinking catholicism as faith, but perhaps it had more to do with the fact he could not get it on with Anne Boleyn, a reluctant returnee from the French court who tried avoiding the king by refusing to sleep with him until he decided to marry her so he can, you've guessed it, sleep with her. Catalina and catholicism left the court, in with the reform and Anne! Soon after, Anne is pregnant, Catalina dies, and Henry is back to his philandering ways until the unexpected happens and he dies.

This is where we come in: the year is 1533 & Anne Boleyn is the pregnant queen of England.

Firstly, a few rules:
x Rounds will last for 120h & there will be 5 rounds

x It's both edit & non-edit, or you can use whatever you wish to showcase the outfit or skip this bit entirely

x Please keep in character, both yours & mine, while keeping in mind there is always development happening & people can change

x Have fun!

Round 1: Look like the innocent flower, but be the serpent under it.
August 1533.
One month after the funeral, in August, things are still looking grim. Firstly, and most importantly, seems that the little princess Mary went missing right after the father's funeral in and despite the best efforts, she is not found even a month later. Still, everyone is claiming to be the one to find her, although there is no doubt among those who know anything about politics: princess Mary is probably in Spain, under the protection of her late mother's family.

If you are new to the court, you will still have a very lovely conversation with Lady Avis about your upcoming duties, she will make sure you know your way around the court and that you have presented your talent in front of other ladies in waiting. You will occasionally run an errand, read a passage from the bible, or help with distributing food to the less fortunate.

The Queen is trying to keep herself at the court as much as possible, head held high, draped in black, cradling her growing stomach each time she is seen - the rumours about Bella being killed by an assassin meant for Anne will spread, but instead of denying those, she makes it a point she and the heir are protected by the God. Still, instead of sticking around at She's not doing the best at keeping things away from prying eyes, so everyone will notice the pregnancy is taking a toll on her: her belly seemed to have tripled in size within a month and she still seems to be losing weight, prompting the doctors to put her on bed rest at the end of the month. It goes without saying her father and uncle have taken over the state matters, while she is doing her best to keep in the loop.

Obviously, the political balance has been disturbed and it shows: some people left, some arrived even outside the regular season and rumours begin to spread the Queen will be looking for a king after she gives birth, to further confirm her position. You might notice more and more diplomats arriving at the court, and the usual streams of politics will be more visible. Many high nobles will visit the court throughout the month - for you, it might mean your family will visit, perhaps brothers, fathers or husbands - and don't even wonder about it, everyone is here with an agenda.

List of people visiting the Court early August, leaving within a fortnight

x Lord James Gascoyne, Duke of Bedford - father of Cressida and late Bella

x Crown Prince Johann of Andechs, future king of Bavaria - Otto's older brother

x Lady Elisabetta von In der Maur auf Strelburg und zu Freifeld, Bürgermeisterin of Berneck and Freifrau von In der Maur - Max's mother

x Lord Theobald von Arkel of Egmond, Duke of Guelders - Nicholas' father

x Lord Arthur Compton, Baron of Morely - Felicia's husband

x Ferdinand I of Austria, Archduke of Austria and King of Hungary and Croatia - Valerie's father

While things might appear very grim for everyone who lost so much, others will try to move on with their lives as they should. Some will be hosting clandestine parties occasionally, the first of which will take place on the second Sunday of the month. Note: after guests have left the court.

Clandestine Soirée, courtesy of Lord Louis

It will start with an invitation set placed inside your room that gives very scarce information, asides from the instructions to burn after you've read it & dress in dark colours, and a hooded cloak, waiting by the door as the clock strikes midnight. You might be suspicious, or decide to share this with someone, but you'll be subtly informed by Mary, George, Francis or Avis that following these instructions will bring you in no harms way.

As midnight comes, there will be a silent knock on your door, with your chambermaid coming to get you, leading you to the yard and all the way to the river. Few boats will be waiting for you - choose if you wish to share this very short ride with someone or take it alone - and in around 15 minutes, you'll disembark at the part of the park that is still a little bit wild combined with a very intentional setting: wood filled with candles around the disembarking spot, the moon shining light while reflecting on the river, wine, sweets, out-of-place chairs and chaises all around, music playing. Your host will greet you, only one dressed in white & the party can begin.

At the break of dawn, you'll take a boat back to the castle, sneaking back in. Surprisingly, or not, the Queen will ask for no company that morning, all until the evening, allowing you to rest or go about your day as you want.

Note: Lady Avis & Lady Cressida will not attend. One is with the queen, while the other will not be present for most of the month.

September 1533.
September brings you shorter days, rain and you are all bound to spend more time inside. While the Queen is getting ready for 'the taking to her chamber' ceremony, a whisper comes back to her: the suspicion about princess Mary is confirmed - she is safe and sound in Spain, residing at Medina del Campo. The Queen is advised not to cause a disturbance, or acknowledge any legitimacy by sending anyone to fetch the princess (dear or alive). To keep things on a lighter side, a grand ceremony of portrait reveal is set up for the portrait of the late King, commissioned shortly before his death. While the Queen chooses to pay respects with a lavish feast during the daytime, Sir Francis has a different idea of how Henry himself would have celebrated the ceremony, and of course, his life. So, once the Queen retires to her chambers, alongside Lady Avis and her sister, just around the time the nightfall comes, the real party will begin. Dim candlelight, Henry's favourite food, wine brought from France, some very suggestive dancers under the masks and plenty of music to get you dancing until the dawn (should you like to do so). Some might slip out throughout the evening, and you might like to have a private moment with someone as well - just make sure to pick a passage, a tower, or a room private enough not to get caught by someone!

On September 22nd, just when things start to look up, a word comes back to the court in a whisper: there is a royal engagement announced. The Catholic Church now has a new champion couple: princess Mary is betrothed to Philip of Spain, member of House Habsburg, and son of Isabella of Portugal and Emperor Charles V, king of Castile and Aragon, who happens to be the nephew of Mary's late mother. The ultimate confirmation of the Pope's opinion that Mary is the only true heir to the English throne.

You will be at the Queen's chambers, where she's holding a meeting in one room, while you are all focusing on making clothes for the child, practising singing or painting, or simply enjoying the warm, fragrant chambers while the storm brews outside. Most of the King's chamber members - some chatting to the Queen, some keeping you company - are present as the Queen receives the letter. Her mood will change, she'll become uneasy and then distraught, before finally trying to say something through the commotion of the news. She'll get up, suddenly, drawing your attention to her, and Mary - closest to her to jump there - will leave a short scream, watching the blood on the bed behind her.

Men are going to be set out of the room - you can either help the midwife or help with the preparation of space for the baby. Anne delivers a healthy child a couple of hours later, but her pain continues on and the midwife realises there is another child in her belly. The second twin comes to this world shortly past midnight, as healthy as the first one.

You can finish your round with the knowledge of the fact there are now two healthy heirs: a boy, and a girl.

Returning Characters

Name
Age
Important relationships
Do you attend the parties?  Note you will attend the official part of the portrait reveal as the official lady-in-waiting.
Your role in child delivery? You can either help the midwife (bringing clean water, towels, etc.) or help with the preparation of space for the baby (helping in the adjacent room, with setting the clothes, cleaning everything, etc.).
Interests: up to 3
Story please include everything you find relevant as well as the reactions to the most relevant events.
Outfits optional, but I'd love to see your dress for the Clandestine Soirée (so would Louis)

New Characters

Name & full title also, ask if you need some inspiration
Age please make it 18 or more
Face claim
Personality traits please, keep a healthy balance between virtues and flaws
Interests up to 3, which will be written in the form of the first impression upon your arrival to the court
Talent you showcase before the Queen, Lady Avis & other Ladies? It can be singing, playing an instrument or dancing.
Do you attend the parties?  Note you will attend the official part of the portrait reveal as the official lady-in-waiting.
Your role in child delivery? You can either help the midwife (bringing clean water, towels, etc.) or help with the preparation of space for the baby (helping in the adjacent room, with setting the clothes, cleaning everything, etc.).
Story Note you have been here since any time between April and early June, you know some people already, but unless you wrote the last instalment, no strong relationship has been formed.
Outfits optional, but I'd love to see your dress for the Clandestine Soirée (so would Louis)

Round dynamics
Round 1 ends Friday, 16 July 2021
Round 2 ends Wednesday, 21 July 2021
Round 3 ends Monday, 26 July 2021
Round 4 ends Saturday, 31 July 2021
Round 5 ends Thursday, 5 August 2021

Last edited by Zaralee (16/07/2021 at 09:42)

Queen Anne Boleyn
FC: Natalie Dormer
Age: 28

Relationships

Henry, her late husband - she loved him mind and body alike, despite the shortcomings of their overly volatile relationship
Princess Mary, another part of the past Anne is neutral about, although she is not stupid and realizes Mary will stop being a threat the second she bears an heir.
George & Mary Boleyn, siblings, they share a tight bond, tighter than most, probably even more so since they have been separated in their later years.
Sir Francis Bryan, cousin and friend, she enjoys his company and the amount of information he has.
Lord Louis, close friend, political ally and someone whose company she enjoys.
Lord Philippe & Avis, both considered allies from the French court.

Witty, educated and well-read, Anne has returned to the English court after years of living at the French court to become a Queen in possibly the shortest time ever, considering the king was married when she got there. Anne speaks several languages, takes pleasure in debates, riding and music. She is charismatic and magnetic while trying not to stand out too much. She is kind in her words and actions, always seems to be in a good mood and tries to keep the cheers up for the entire court around her. She is ambitious and intelligent, which has already proven to be a dangerous combination, and with her talent for diplomacy and state-related issues, she is pushing for a more equal place than the former queen used to enjoy in the last decade of her reign. Now, a widowed queen with a child on the way, Anne is balancing between solidifying her position in the court, keeping the pregnancy and trying to avoid war between the leftover Catholics and protestants.


Lord Philippe Louis de Vassinhac d'Imécourt, 5th Lord of the Marquisate of Imécourt and Peer of France
FC: Colin O’Donoghue 
Age: 23

Relationships

Anne Boleyn, friend, he believes and acts accordingly; he likes Anne's wit and finds her a proper fit for a queen.
Lord Louis, part of the extended family in a way; they don't always see eye to eye, but Philippe is not stupid to reject a powerful ally.
Lord Maximillian, a potential friend and a great company - they share interests and Philippe enjoys his company a great deal.

Philippe used to be the new member of the Privy Chamber, a young man chosen to serve the king, and is now one of the most favourite parts of the company - and how could he not be? He is a charming man, great with words and experienced when it comes to women. Godchild to King Francis I of France, Philippe has grown with the best tutors and the best the money can buy. He was sent to Belgium at the young age to spend his childhood there, before returning to Callais when his godfather decided to send him to Henry’s court, as a sign of friendship and good diplomacy between two kings - and he certainly used the time to find himself a good place there. In a year, he made the wise call to become friends with Anne Boleyn and gather various good marriage options, which he is still reluctant to make. Philippe has been at a court his entire life, he is savvy with all things related - that's why he's hesitant on letting the free living go. He is a talented jouster, loves to ride out to hunt and enjoys summer celebrations. Normally, politics mattered very little to him, but he realized his charms might as well get him far if he's willing to act on the things he possesses: charisma, information and savvy ways he handles politics. 


Crown Prince Otto of Andechs, Count of Burgundy and Duke of Merania
FC: Jacob Collins-Levy
Age: 21

Relationships

Lord Magnus, ally and possibly friend, someone Otto shares a lot with, and whose company he finds intellectually stimulating. 
Lady Lucrezia (Jadis), the woman he's been betrothed recently, the woman he is in love with.
Lord Leopold, an acquaintance from their days on his own court, and someone he looks forward to seeing.

Young Bavarian duke Otto serves as an ambassador of his country at the Tudor court. His brother, Johann, is bound to inherit the throne of the country, making his position at the court a very strong one. He is an educated, silent man with a strong presence and a cold personality. He’s not the one you would invite to a party, but should you need help in a matter of law, he is the man to call. Otto is not an unkind man, but his own upbringing and overly cautious personality prevent him from being a more social person and a more desirable husband in the eyes of any romantic soul. The year has brought him more of a personal gain than diplomatic results: he stood on the sidelines of the playground, watching things escalate between England, Spain and France due to Anne Boleyn. The chaotic events that took place recently make Otto somewhat anxious, not only for the politics but the fact his current standing can change easily, he is eager to leave the court as soon as possible.


Sir Francis Bryan, Earl of Surrey
FC: Joshua Sosse
Age: 32

Relationships

King Henry, friend and confidant, with Francis seeing clearly that Henry has no real friends and what is happening can simply change if the king decides to do so.
Queen Anne, cousin, a close friend; he believes her to be far too openly ambitious and worries about how it might look for all of them.
Lord George, cousin, friend and Francis find him a silly, spoilt boy who needs to think a couple steps forwards, just like his sister.
Lady Collette (Bambi), the most entertaining woman he met in recent years, he enjoys her company a great deal and cares about her beyond interests.

Francis is a close friend of Anne and the late king, which might just be the only reason his behaviour is tolerated at court. He’s intelligent, has a keen sense of diplomacy and legal matters, he enjoys a great deal of trust with the king. He loves to enjoy life, as he calls it, which implies drinking, celebrations, gambling and many sexual amusements he has been enjoying at both courts. He has a great sense of humour, he’s very observant and charismatic, a dangerous combination given he’s pleasant to look at and holds a strong position. He’s been widowed almost two years, childless and waiting for a good moment to marry above his rank and indulge in the fine life. He found himself, strangely, surrounded by big players and his natural ability to assume a grand role proved valuable as he became part of every important circle there is - not without a cost: he sacrificed his eye for the king, at a tournament. Francis might be in mourning for his partner-in-crime, but he is never completely out of politics or his personal gain.


Lord Maximillian von In der Maur auf Strelburg und zu Freifeld, Burgomeister of Berneck and Freiherr von In der Maur
FC: Max Irons
Age: 21

Relationships

Lord Philippe, potential friend and someone with plenty of shared interests, and believes to be a worthy companion.
Lady Collette (Bambi), a more recent affair which is both a good potential match or friendship in the making, depending on how things develop, he cares about her.

Descending from the powerful nobility of Bavaria and Holy Roman Empire, Maximillian has decided a season on the Tudor court would serve him well - and it really did, in his opinion. He’s arrogant and charming, aware of his power and not afraid to flaunt it, but deep down his intentions are not bad. He is, however, still very full of himself, smug and tends to crave the spotlight in the room. He is the third son of the family, able to pave his own way, but very much unburdened with the family titles and commitments which come with it. His year was somewhat blurred out between wine, women and indulgence, but he sees nothing wrong with simply enjoying things as they are while he's young. He believes he will make connections meaningful enough to strike a good match when the time comes. With these recent happenings, Max is even less eager to go back home, believing every great change of events might lead to a great new opportunity. Also, his family being overbearing doesn't help either.


Lord Mathias of House of Habsburg, prince of Bohemia
FC: Alexander Dreymon
Age: 22

Relationships

Lord Magnus, a natural ally and even potential mentor, at least from Mathias' perspective; he likes the man.
Lady Aynişah, a new friendship in the making or potentially something more - she happens to be one of the more interesting individuals he met on the court.
Lord Otto, another kindred spirit, he finds his company pleasant and doesn't mind it.

Despite coming from a powerful lineage of House of Habsburg, Holy Roman Church and being the prince of Bohemia, Mathias is not really a defender of the faith: a strong believer in the Reform and division from the Pope, he is one of the most outspoken nobles when it comes to matters of religion. Being the third in the line of succession to the throne, Mathias hopes to have a good match arranged for him, preferably in one of the Protestant countries - so far, he doesn't think he found such a match. He is somewhat cold and distant but can be a pleasant person once you break through the first layer. He loves nature, riding and normally prefers to spend his winters back home, but given the situation with the Reform, he knew he had to come and support the cause - he is happy to be here. Recent events shook him, more in regards to Isabella's death (despite not being in love) than the king's, but he is trying to keep that to himself. As he spent more time at the court, he realized the reform might have more to do with the queen, rather than the (now late) king, and he found himself very curious about this new turn of events.


Lord Magnus Erickson Vasa, crown prince of Sweden
FC: Nikolaj Costeau Waldu
Age: 31

Relationships

Lord Otto, potential friend and the pleasant company he truly enjoys at the court, which came as somewhat of a surprise.
Lord Mathias, a natural ally and still idealistic young man, Magnus believes Mathias is going to be a great man should he choose to do so.
Lady Lucrezia (Jadis), a surprise he did not see coming, a very intelligent young woman with the courage to speak her mind.
Lady Avis, they were both at the Swedish court in their youth, he has fond memories of Avis.

Crown Prince of Sweden, from the powerful house of Vasa, is the brother to the most celebrated king in history. Often overlooked, Magnus learned that life in the shadow can be somewhat cold, but it also allows you to escape the tedious things. A strong believer in the Reform of religion, Magnus has become known in his court as the Protestant Prince – negotiating the change in religion with the least amount of violence. He’s a beloved figure in Sweden, has a kind heart and diplomatic mind. He’s very good on social occasions but tends to avoid them. Magnus is not a violent man, but violence is something he grew up to be good with, with a reputation of being an excellent warrior and was one of the people who stood up with his brother after the excommunication by the Pope. He enjoys his time at the Tudor court and even though he is restless to move on, he doesn't mind staying there for a bit more - especially now. He is not the one to consider marriage easily, but even he can recognize a great opportunity that might happen.


Lord George Boleyn, 2nd Viscount Rochford
FC: Edward Holcroft
Age: 28

Relationships

Queen Anne, sister, queen, confidant, best friend - they share a close bond, and he always admired his sister and the way her mind works.
Lord Francis, cousin and friend, he never really thought greatly about Francis, but usually plays along with everyone when it comes to singing his praises.
Mary, sister, confidant, friend - he is happy they can share this experience now.
Lady Felicia, one of the most amusing people at the court, he genuinely enjoys her company and loves their flirting a lot.

Brother to Lady Anne Boleyn, George is all that a young man climbing ranks should be: handsome, charming, well-spoken, flirtatious, full of energy and very good with all things court. He’s the oldest child in the family, but he’s not worried about the titles, the procedures and such – he is set to live out his best life instead of worrying about the future. He’s entertaining and loves to attend all kinds of celebrations, speaks several languages and has served three kings as part of their Privy Chamber – Bavarian court, French court and right now, English one. He is very close to both his sisters, but he shares more traits with Anne and feels naturally closer to her. George enjoys art and poetry, nature and good amusement, but don’t let this fool you: he is always aware of things around him. Given the recent turn of events, George is even more put on the spot to make his affairs in order and show some proper political support to his sister.


Lord Louis Charles de France, Duke of Orleans
FC: Alexander Vlahos
Age: 27

Relationships

Queen Anne, a close friend from her time spent at the court of France, he likes Anne and admires her a great deal.
Lord Philippe, a logical ally he likes to keep close and part of his extended family in a way, even if they do not see eye to eye, Louis thinks Philippe is a good man.
Lady Avis, an acquaintance from her time at the French court.
Lady Felicia, the lover he did not assume he will find at the court, a married woman, and someone he enjoys spending time with as much as he can.

Brother to King Francis I, King of France, and a personal friend of Lady Anne Boleyn, Louis is all you might expect from a man in his position: well-spoken, patron to art and all things beautiful, skilful warrior and strategist, educated in all matters of court and diplomacy, and of course, the uttermost hedonist. Louis is known for his somewhat wild and unpredictable nature – he might seem soft at the first glance, but don’t let the looks fool you: he can be very cruel, harsh and unapologetic as one gets. He enjoys the lavish life and reputation he has at home, successfully avoiding all things he does not like for himself at this moment, including getting a high-power match. Louis is enjoying his time at the court and wishes to stick around for a while longer. The recent turn of events showed what he is built from: he went into the politician mode easily, and quickly remembered the part of his life he came to rest from. Still, it's his duty to remain there, and there is one little part of him that believes it would kill his brother should he use the opportunity to marry the widowed Anne.


Lady Avis Courtenay, Dowager Duchess of Loamshire
FC: Gemma Chan
Age: 31

Relationships

Queen Anne, an acquaintance from the French court, and possible friend, in Avis' opinion.
Lady Lucrezia, the potential she finds in the girl is appealing but has had very little time to dedicate to her properly.
Lord Mathias, would-be husband to her late sister, someone she flirted with since she got to the court.

Possibly the most elusive beautiful woman that has ever walked any court, Avis has always amused herself by remaining a mystery. Intelligent and well-spoken, she will rarely speak out of term but will demand respect almost instantly and effortlessly. She's kind, once you get to know her, yet not many have had the pleasure. The list of her connections is a long one, but the list of her friends is everything but. She takes pride in her skills of maintaining the lands at her position and aims to remain a widow for the remains of her life, letting the lands go to the crown after she passes. Avis is looking forward to joining the court at Queen's request, and experiencing life at Tudor court under the Reform and with Anne as a queen. Recent events only solidified the position Avis holds and made her even closer to the queen.


Lady Cressida Gascoyne, daughter of Duke of Bedford
FC: Suki Waterhouse
Age: 18

Relationships

Lord Mathias, would-be husband to her late sister, someone she flirted with since she got to the court.
Lady Felicia, considered a friend, someone Cressida honestly enjoys socializing with, in and out of parties.

Middle daughter of Duke of Bedford, Cressida realized early on she will have to write her own path in life - no one will do it for her. Both her sisters - Isabella and Elizabeth - are closest to her, and while both might be a little bit more on the silent side, Cressida has always been the life of any gathering, normally in a great mood and horribly bored once there is no company around her. She's oftentimes loud, doesn't know how to hold her opinion back, usually stands up for herself and those she loves. Cressida is not afraid to get what she wants and usually has at least three ways of getting it mapped out in her mind before she even makes her move. This is her first season at court and she's looking forward to being there, hoping she will not strike a match right away and possibly stay there (and be free) a bit longer. With the death of her sister, this facade Cressida kept is slowly falling down, and she is considering ending her season earlier, but the commitments she made are keeping here there.


Lord Leopold Girault, Earl of Devonshire
FC: Jamie Dornan
Age: 24

Relationships

Lady Lucrezia (Jadis), younger sister, together they make a formidable duo - Leo bringing his observations to Luca, and Luca piecing it together between the two of them. 
Lord Otto, an acquaintance from their days on his own court, and someone he looks forward to seeing.

Renowned at court for being an excellent fighter and a charming man, Leo is a well-rounded person: jousting, music (plays both the lute and the harpsichord), speaks several languages and is quite sweet-talking when he wants to be. He's open to opinions, but once he’s made up his mind, it is difficult to change it. He's guarded, just like his sister, and often comes off as less sincere than Luca. The agility and physical conditioning are important to him. He rarely forgets names and faces. Leo can be careless and impulsive, usually getting out of his little messes using his charm or influence. Normally, he's the desired company with both men and women - he can entertain, dance or discuss high diplomacy within a few moments easily. This new situation left him shocked and very much uncertain - he hoped he would have found a match at the court, much like his sister, but he is quickly starting to lose hope.


Malkoçoğlu Emin Ali Pashazada
FC: Burak Özçivit
Age: 25

Relationships

Lord Louis, a friend from his time at the French court, someone who can annoy him from time to time, but whose intelligence he appreciates.
Lady Aynişah, his reminder of home away from home, someone whose company he enjoys and someone he believes needs a little bit more freedom.

The third son of the famous Malkocoglu Pasha, Emin Ali is the surprise child. Emin is a proud man, cunning and resourceful, and just like most of his family, he has a great talent for military and strategy. His reputation of a great warrior in the Ottoman Empire is surpassed only by his intelligence: he speaks several languages and makes for an exceptional diplomat. What you might not realize is that you'll seldom know how he feels, his opinion or intentions. Just like his favourite game, chess, Emin thinks moves ahead and never does anything without a reason, while oftentimes having to suppress his impulsive side to benefit his cause. He lets the pressure out through physical activity and usually holds nothing back while engaging in those. He's joining the court at the request of Lord Louis, for a season, to try to bring a better relationship between the Ottoman Empire and the English Crown. Given the recent events, Emin Ali is eager to get home, sensing an upcoming uprising or war coming.
Note: Emin Ali is the first name, Malkoçoğlu is a family name, Pashazada is the title (his father is Pasha, and as the first son, his title is Pashazada). He's usually addressed as Malkocoglu Pasha or Lord Malkocoglu.


Nicholas van Arkel
FC: Tom Bateman
Age: 22

Relationships

none.

Until recently, the youngest son of a wealthy noble family, Nicholas has finally given into his dream of joining the clergy now the reform has begun. One might call him ambitious, but his only ambition in life is to be happy, so he would disagree. His faith is important to him, but he feels the worldly should go along with the spiritual. His approach might be a bit more aggressive in his opinions: Christian issues should be addressed more forcefully: not necessarily with violence, but with educating people and bringing them to the light. Nicholas is a good company, whether you'd like to have a discussion, pleasant chat or entertain yourself with a game - the fact remains he was raised as a nobleman in a good family. His family isn't the happiest about his recent decision, but Nicholas was unyielding in his decision. The recent turn of events makes him consider returning to his titles: the protestant queen who is free to marry might be worth the consideration in order to progress the ideas of the reform further.


Lady Mary Boleyn, widow of William Carey, of Aldenham
FC: Sarah Gadon
Age: 28

Relationships

Queen Anne, sister, closest friend at the court right now.
King Henry, brother-in-law, former lover, it's complicated and usually, no one talks about it.
Lord George, brother, confidant, a partner in crime of her choice.
Lord Louis, a friend from the French court.
Lady Aynişah, newfound friendship in the making, Mary finds herself very protective over the girl.

Well educated in basic principles of arithmetic, grammar, history, reading, spelling, and writing, and of course, the feminine accomplishments of dancing, embroidery, etiquette, household management, music, needlework, and singing, and games such as cards and chess, Mary was also taught archery, falconry, riding, and hunting. Versatile, fun-loving and utterly free-spirited, she is the talk of the court, but not for the good things. You might notice her beauty and you might learn about her personality - kind, entertaining and friendly - yet, you will most likely hear the most whispers about her chamber adventures (sadly). To this point, Mary has been a dutiful daughter and wife, but since her husband passed in the wave of the sweating sickness recently, she turned back to enjoying the court life...for how long? No one can tell.


Lady Jane Seymour
FC: Lola Petticrew
Age: 23

Relationships

Late King Henry, love, in her mind, future husband and king.

The possible incarnation of the beauty standard of the time, Jane Seymour is petite in frame, pale with fair hair and very soft looking. Often underrated, Jane learnt how to use her beauty to get what she wanted, getting away with pretty much everything from an early age. She is pious and devoted catholic, against the church reform since the first moment it happened, but smart enough to keep silent about it. Jane recognized that the king was growing tired of the queen, and easily set herself in his way: it wasn't easy to play into his ego and his idea of dominance, all while keeping her position at the court. Jane is kind, sweet and nice to everyone she meets, she is light on her feet and a great dancer. She makes friends easily, speaks softly and is in general someone you can get along with very easily. The recent turn of events left her devastated: while her family might have lost this recent ambition momentum, she is still hopeful things might change for good for her.

Last edited by Zaralee (11/07/2021 at 23:31)

Lady Felicia: DONE

Louis spent most of the funeral staring at one particular neck, following the curve right down to the soft of her breasts as she got down on her knees to pray as he helped Anne sit down onto the throne - normally, funerals do not evoke the fondest of memories, but he took this one with him, a month later, spending a lonely morning in his bed - and his worry sets in once he realised it. It wasn't the only bit of her he could revoke from his memory: her smell and taste live vividly in his mind, making him realise he might be a bit deeper than he believed.

He is going to seek Felicia out all through the month, oftentimes making excuses to see her: no events will make it easier to sneak out at night, which Louis will take advantage of: he might show up in Felicia's room beginning of the month, in a way to set a precedent for future encounters, making sure she knows there's room in his bed for her. He will seek out her company in public too, sharing his opinions with her and, more importantly, wanting to hear hers. Considering the fact they have not spoken of their own situation, he will not avoid the issue at hand: the fact he might be the eligible choice for Anne.

He will respect her wishes once her husband arrives, but he will occasionally display his supremacy compared to Arthur, taunting her playfully. During his party, he will wait on the river bank, escorting her for wine himself, making sure they sneak into the woods during the night and return with her on the barge at the dawn.

George has always taken pride in the intelligence he and his sisters possess, but he takes the most pride in his social and society intelligence - seeing it in others might be the best thing as well, and he definitely recognised it in Felicia. And then, there's the spark. Something he cannot describe in great detail, or terribly accurately, but believes is what makes him and she is birds of the feather.

George is not yet in his old mood, but there will always be a noticeable spike in his humour around Felicia: he enjoys her company, even prefers it to many others, not feeling the necessity to pretend to be much else around her. He will seek her company, he will meet her husband, he will make sure he sings her praises before her husband and makes sure Arthur knows she is not to be taken from his sister any time soon. Come September, George is going to grow worried about Anne and her state, confiding to Felicia he feels Henry was willing to discard Anne despite the child, expressing - very subtly - the turn of events might not be the worst thing that has happened.

George will make sure you are back to your mischievous ways after Arthur's departure, not taking no for an answer on all fun things (except maybe when you are needed by the Queen).

Cressida is utterly amused and slightly smitten by Felicia, who might just be all she strives to be one day: married to a rich man, a child in her future, living a happy life at the court, being one of the queen's favourite ladies. She believes it to be a perfect learning chance: be around Felicia and make her the mentor she never actually had in her own mother who despised all things related to the court.

Distraught, sad, out of her mind - pick, mix & match, add more into it - that's Cress' state over the course of both months. She'll not send you away should you choose to visit, and she might confide in Felicia she feels guilty about her sister, especially since she spent the majority of their time together flirting with the man Bella might have married, and it weighs down on her more than she imagined. She will contemplate leaving the court with her father (she will introduce you to him, he would express his gratitude for being a much-needed friend to his daughter), but will listen to Felicia's advice on the matter - Felicia can, at this part, choose to hint to Cressida the queen intends on bringing a little comfort to their family in remembrance of Isabella if she wishes to help the girl make the decision.

Optional: Anne
The people she can trust are scarce these days, and she can probably only bring her hand to the flame for a few of them, but she sighs this away as an idle concern. Hand on her belly, she looks over to Avis, who reads her the next name on the list: Baron of Morley. Arthur Compton never set his mind on any high position within the reform, but he is here now, and his wife...she lingers more on the thought of Felicia Compton. There was a certain comfort she felt around Felicia, the unease that was lifted as they conversed - Anne was not a naive woman by any standard, but Felicia never made her feel as if she has to mind every single word that slipped off her tongue. It was not a conversation between a reformist and a catholic, a queen and a baroness - it was a conversation between Anne and Felicia, two women in different circumstances.

Anne's mood is not the lightest. She's burdened by more than one thing, oftentimes eager to talk about the said issues without considering all the factors into it: she will strike a conversation, and she will not deny Felicia one should she starts one. Anne will share some information with Felicia, regarding Cressida and her intention to provide her with a good match to help the family cope with the loss of their daughter.

During childbirth, nothing will go according to plan - firstly, given the fact no one imagined it would happen at that time; secondly, midwives will arrive with a delay, claiming no one went to fetch them sooner. Anne will give birth to a boy first, while Avis attends the child and Mary rushes to inform the court, you will notice she is trying to hide she is still in pain, trying to hide it to her best effort. At this point, Felicia will be the closest to the bed and Anne will very subtly let you know she wishes Jane Seymour as far away as possible as she can.

Aynişah Hatun: DONE

Even as a young child, Emin Ali had difficulties understanding the appeal in the familiar. Playing with new things, breaking in new horses, making his own new weapons - coming back to things simply because they feel familiar was a concept he simply did not understand. Now, as he grew older, it was one vanity of his he still held onto: the shine of the ever-existing thirst for the new that drives him. Yet, for a while now, he's been coming to terms with his own desire for the known - and Aynişah felt familiar.

He will offer his condolences regarding your father's death, and go a step further to offer his own company on her trip back home, should she like that (let me know, should we need to adjust his attendance at the court). He will not be a stranger, seeking her company at the court - game of chess, riding or simple conversations and walks - his curiosity will get the best of him and you will be able to very openly communicate about the happenings at the court, also highly curious about yours.

He will also attend both parties, this time seemingly more relaxed, but you will be able to catch him on more than a few occasions chatting with Louis alone, in a less relaxed manner one might imagine.

He might, at a point, mention your budding friendship with Mathias, more in a manner of asking you of your opinion of the young man, since he believes you gained another type of perspective compared to his own.

While it might not have been a topic to consider other than the theoretical, such as Law of Succession and the thought of passing time, Mathias is hard to stray his thought from a few different questions in recent times, and one thought leading to another often brings him to a familiar face. Aynişah believed in one God, Allah, much like he did, yet her faith seemed much different - he has found himself curiously starting a question on more than one occasion, before giving up with one simple thought he might offend her should he venture further into his curiosity. And he would deeply regret had he done that.

Mathias is coming to terms with more than a couple of things at the moment - mortality, death, guilt - so his mood will not be as great as it might have been previously. He will not hesitate to seek Aynişah's company, of course, and as time progresses, share his thoughts more openly and honestly. The guilt he feels mostly occupies the happenings revolving around Isabella. He will come to offer his condolences after finding the news of Aynişah's father's passing and will be somewhat concerned as to regard her return, subtly trying to find out she will be returning. He will be happy to welcome her back.

He'll attend the parties, trying to keep his mind off his own recent worries, trying to have fun properly. Should they find themselves alone, he would not shy away from a little bit more physical contact than he is used to.

Mary rarely feels the urge to protect someone. She was not brought up in such a way: everyone was made into a person able to protect themselves easily and everyone worth protecting did not need it. In comes this foreign girl with a mind of her own reminding her of everyone she loves in her family, only less reckless - always a good thing - and perhaps in need of protection. Even if she suspects, this is only her own mind playing tricks - the girl is perfectly capable on her own. It makes very little sense to trust someone this quickly, but she feels no malicious intentions in anything Aynişah says or does.

Mary cannot leave the court, but she will send you away with guards and ask should you need something else for your journey, making sure to bid her goodbye and be there upon your return, and to make sure you know you should return.
She'll attend the parties, and enjoy the occasional cup of wine in the evening, and you might expect a bit more gossip leaving her mouth at these times. She'll also be very obvious about her intolerance towards Lady Seymour, oftentimes almost cruel, but Jane will not really keep her distance either.

Optional: queen Anne will express her condolences at the death of your father - she heard some things about you through her sister and would be interested in a conversation over a game of chess, should you be interested.

During childbirth, nothing will go according to plan - firstly, given the fact no one imagined it would happen at that time; secondly, midwives will arrive with a delay, claiming no one went to fetch them sooner. Anne gives birth to the boy first, and while Avis attends the child and Mary rushes to inform the court, you will notice she is trying to hide she is still in pain, trying to hide it to her best effort. At this point, Felicia will help to escort all the redundant people out of the room, and there will only be a few people around. The bleeding will not slow down until a midwife realizes there is another child in the queen's womb - Aynişah will be asked to help quickly, helping to support Anne as she goes into another position to ease her into giving birth. You will be there once the child is born.

Lady Valerie: DONE

Leopold was taken aback a little with the personality of Archduchess Valeria - she spoke kindly whenever they talked during a party or a gathering, and perhaps the only thing he finds an issue with is that she does not share as much of herself as one might want to find out. Still, Leo hopes to find out more about Valeria - the one thing he is certain about at his moment is that she is not overly happy to be there. But, with the current turn of events, he did not find it in him to blame her.

Leo is intent on having a little bit more flirtation with Valeria, hopefully during the clandestine soirée, and he would not really make any excuses for himself - flirt shamelessly, go as far as she'd allow. He'll behave gentlemen during the public gatherings, and ask Valerie to join him for an occasional walk or a game of cards during the rainy days. He is genuinely curious to find out what more there is to her, and she is free to join him, Magnus, Avis and Lady Mary riding one afternoon in late August.

He will spend a great deal of time with his sister and Lord Otto, while during the fortnight where there are visitors to the court, he will truly be on his best behaviour.

It might be what the scholars call a paradox, Magnus concludes, but having an Archduchess at the court with absolutely no marriage proposal in sight means her family is not holding their own status. The fact there is this disarmingly beautiful woman at the court, holding a high rank and lands to her name without anyone's name attached to her at all times might also mean she is making sure her situation remains unchanged. The last option he refuses to consider at this point, but the fact there is now a widowed queen in the same court might not make the best timing.

Magnus will attend all the events as Valerie, so they are bound to meet at a point, so should she strike up a conversation, he will be happy to continue it without further consideration. He is curious to see what is her story: Valerie keeps to herself most times, talks very little and besides occasionally seeing her with a book, there is not much he can say about her

The dark-haired, pale archduchess of Austria is exactly as Mary paints her to be: gracious, beautiful and somewhat demure. Upon her arrival to the court, she tried making efforts in conversing with Valerie, only the young creature does not speak without questions, she assumes a perfect stiff upper lip attitude, and enjoys no idle gossip nor partakes in political conversations. Perhaps she is as bored as it seems at the court, but thus far, Mary found very little time to make friends, simply because of the pressing matters.

Mary will be prim and proper when needed, but once the parties are happening, her true personality comes to light. She might approach Valerie, but she will expect the same treatment from the girl - in her mind, forcing anything is a fruitless job. She will find time to come and listen to the song Valerie performs for Anne and Avis, curious to hear her sing.

Optional: Queen Anne will insist you and your father both sit with her at a point, chatting about the potential matches for you at the court. Despite having a private meeting with the Archduke beforehand (concerning politics), she insists on having you around to chime in.

During the birth, you will take care of the preparations in the nursery, gathering all the clothes, blankets and such you have made in the last months, getting things ready for the child (one, you all believe at the time). This means you will be able to slip away at times when you are done with your work - until a bit before midnight, when you find out there is another child coming. You (and some more people) will have to find more things, getting ready for the second child.

Lady Lucrezia: DONE

They always say that during the darkest times you are bound to discover where your priorities truly are - Otto wished he did not have to learn that this early. Surrounded by death and uncertainty, he could think only of Lucrezia - the thought was part endearing, part frightening: to have priorities, to have goals, and family you think means the most for the majority of the life only to have it shift within a moment, with such ease and without warning. Still, even if he could, he would not change a thing.

Otto is fully aware of his current position at the court, and would address the issue in question to her with all the realistic views he uses whenever he talks politics - he will, however, express two things he feels strongest about: his intention to marry Lucrezia and his intention to leave England as soon as possible.

During the two weeks in August, his brother will arrive at the court. Naturally, Otto is happy to see him, yet there is some underlying tension in the air when he arrives, which is surely going to be obvious to Luca. Johann will be the very kindest to his brother's betrothed, suggesting you and Leo meet up with him and Otto to ride and dine in nature while the weather is still good. Johann will, during the trip, express his trust in your family and his joy at the decision his brother has made.

Otto will attend both parties, without hesitation, clearly under less pressure after his brother's departure, implying he is always uneasy when his brother's brains start to scheme.

One thing everyone is certain about Magnus is that he truly welcomes his position within his family as a blessing: it gives him certain freedom he is not willing to share. He thinks he saw something of a kind in Otto. Engaged to Lucrezia made no changes in his behaviour and it proves a point: freedom to choose a partner, despite the politics and circumstance of both of you is a powerful thing. The couple is happy, he is not oblivious to that too, and from time to time he wants to impose on behalf of some supposed wisdom to tell them to go off, start their life away from here, and enjoy what they have - a rare thing - and then, he remembers the young woman in this couple is smart enough to reach this conclusion on her own.

Despite holding some distance normally, he will make sure to drop some subtle hints about your future with Otto - probably during your chats about the politics, because he will be curious to find out how you feel about the situation. He will be quite open with both you and Otto when expressing his idea about the future: should the queen birth an heir, she will become one of the most eligible women to marry - it might spark a rather amusing discussion regarding his own match and who in the entire court might be interesting enough to fill this assumed position.

Magnus will attend the parties, that much is for sure, and will undoubtedly poke some fun at the two of you being able to slip and spend some time alone, if nothing else, to hold hands. He might also poke some fun at Leo, but he is overall in a great mood without an obvious reason behind it.

It doesn't take long for Avis to reach conclusions about the ladies-in-waiting. She could tell just by looking who is infatuated with a man, who might be planning to slip out during the night, who is very openly defiant with or without reason - but, she was not certain about Lady Lucrezia until very recently when she stumbled onto a sweet exchange between her and her brother, poking fun in a way that suggested closeness. Her personality is slightly more mischievous than one might assume, so she imagines Lady Lucrezia is good at deciding what face to show at the court - valuable talent to have.

Avis will give you a couple of assignments during the months, oftentimes something she herself is unable to do, or something that will require you assisting her: a chance to converse without curious people around. She'll be quite comfortable around you but will give off little next to nothing while trying to get you to talk more. She is - without a hidden agenda - curious to find out your hopes for the future.

Optional: Queen Anne will be eager to talk to you aside from your brother and your future husband, in a brief conversation serving only to bless the upcoming union and perhaps inquire more into the plans for the future. You will find out later she has given you a stellar recommendation in front of Johann.

During the birth, you will take care of the preparations in the nursery, gathering all the clothes, blankets and such you have made in the last months, getting things ready for the child (one, you all believe at the time). This means you will be able to slip away at times when you are done with your work - until a bit before midnight when you find out there is another child coming. You (and some more people) will have to find more things, getting ready for the second child.

Lady Colette: DONE

Maximillian noticed a familiar carriage approaching the castle, sitting on his horse just outside the woods - Colette was back from whatever bit of England she calls home. He stopped pretending he wasn't happy whenever she returned, yet the reality she returned into was a gloomy one, to say the least. Still, this might be looking up now, at least there is someone to share time with for him, someone to talk to, someone to trust. He wasn't feeling very optimistic until that point, but his day started to look up a little, know effect Duchess had on him.

Max is there upon your return, to offer his company and hopefully spend a little time together. He is, expectedly, not in the best mood, the death has left a mark on him and he is somewhat childishly jumpy around others, really spitting fire whenever a minor inconvenience happens. His mood will not be much better during the time his mother visits - especially when she mentions his return home, something he wishes not to do.

He would introduce you to his mother, Lady Elisabetta. He would not place Colette in an inconvenient position, should she not wish to do that, but the mood will be light especially considering why you're all there. His mother visiting will open the subject of her own issue and future. The news of the Queen requesting her attendance will come around the time. Max will not be surprised about it.

He will attend the parties, possibly going a little bit too far with the drinks, but he will just be in a good mood, not uncomfortably drunk, possibly a little bit more emotional and reckless with what he says, expressing he really cares about Colette quite a lot.

The slight change in the way Colette behaved towards him didn't go unnoticed. Francis normally read well into people, but at one point his interest in her blurred the lines and he started to slip on trying to figure her out. She's been absent from the court during this mess, unusual for her, but he feels happy at least someone got to be spared from the procedure - if anyone could have avoided it, he was happy it was her.

Francis will come to find her shortly after she'd settled in, just to make sure she is up to date on all relevant matters and, to some extent, gossip. He'd hint at Anne's request to see Colette before it happens, very seriously suggesting that honesty might be the best policy this time around, given the power dynamics have changed. He is worried about Colette, not necessarily about the chat with Anne, but in general - her absence from the court has been noticed and he will make sure she knows it.

Francis is enjoying - as much as he can - the presence of the new people at court, making it his duty to be on top of every rumour, gossip and information possible. Colette is invited to join in, getting to know more people, as Duchess should do. Francis has no hidden intentions towards you, but it would not take long for Colette to realize he is on the lookout for something. Should she wish to confront him, he won't deny it, but before sharing anything would ask of her discretion. He'll proceed to notify her he believes the Seymours are up to something and they are not being too subtle about it. He'll also ask Colette if she still has friends in Spain: information about the princess is valuable right now.

Francis will attend Louis' party, enjoying it tremendously, relaxing for once. He won't be as relaxed at the party he threw in Henry's honour, again on the lookout for something. Colette should also notice he will be the one to bring the news about the princess that month, and the shift in his mood once Anne goes into labour - he will come to the chambers a few times, looking to see if Colette can tell him what is happening.

Despite what people might believe, Mary was aware her sister got power crazy only after her initial coming to terms with the upcoming marriage with the king - and this thing she is doing right now, thinking and overthinking about plots, schemes and people at court is to benefit the babe in her stomach. Mary is not shocked Anne asked to see Colette once again, yet she truly believes the young Duchess is not the person her sister is looking for. Colette is seeking to experience more pleasures in life, to find a just way to handle her lands and to possibly bring a child to the world - had her ambitions included Henry, things might have been different.

Mary will be as friendly to Colette as she is, trying to push away the rumours of any animosity between the crown and her, partly because she is fond of her and enjoys her honesty, partly because of her duty - make no mistake, she would do this if there was no duty. Colette might stumble on a very small family meeting should she go around the library one night: Mary, George and Francis - once they see her, the conversation will stop and Mary will send the men away, asking Colette to join her for a glass of wine and some conversation.

She'll attend the parties and Colette might notice she is getting close to the young Ottoman Empire hatum, behaving friendly and protective over her. She'd come to share a drink with Colette. during both parties.

Optional: Queen Anne will ask to see Colette among the last of the royals coming to see her, and unlike many occasions, she will be accompanied by her sister only. Late afternoon, she will start by saying she was surprised to see there is a woman in a high position who has been the owner of her own property and ask her about it a little. Colette is intelligent enough to realize where the queen is heading, but just in case, Anne will very directly ask if you have been sleeping with Henry at a point in time. How you answer this will determine what happens next.
Things will be silent after your admission for a moment, Mary - somewhere in the back, doesn't even move. In a few moments, Anne smiles, nods once and says she appreciates this honesty. She will very clearly and directly say Colette can remain unwed should she desire to do so - the only condition is to keep the lands in the ownership of an Englishman or woman after she dies. The conversation can continue, in a lighter mood, Anne will be in a good mood even, asking Colette if she has any intention of taking a husband, given she is far too young to remain alone.

During childbirth, nothing will go according to plan - firstly, given the fact no one imagined it would happen at that time; secondly, midwives will arrive with a delay, claiming no one went to fetch them sooner. Anne gives birth to the boy first, and while Avis attends the child and Mary rushes to inform the court, you will notice she is trying to hide she is still in pain, trying to hide it to her best effort. At this point, Felicia will help to escort all the redundant people out of the room, and there will only be a few people around. The bleeding will not slow down until a midwife realizes there is another child in the queens' womb - Aynişah will be asked to help quickly, helping to support Anne as she goes into another position to ease her into giving birth and as the baby is born, Colette will be asked to find Mary and tell her another child has been born.

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Yılmaz Aynişah Hatun bint Vizer Evhad
19, December 3rd
Face claim: Esra Bilgiç

Important relationships;
Mary — holds admiration for her, a new blossoming friendship which she treasures.
Mathias — unexpectedly drawn to him, someone who makes her rethink what she thought she knew; a tread carefully in friendship, she projects her own beliefs between them.
Emin Ali — despite their beginning Ayni has come to trust him completely, and finds comfort in his company.
Magnus — one of the first she spoke to at court, someone she finds it easy speaking with.

Do you attend the parties? Yes
Your role in child delivery? Helping the midwife (has been apart of assisting in childbirth before.)
Interests: Emin Ali, Mathis, Mary

She will be leaving for the Ottoman Empire after news of her father’s passing in August, after Lord Louis festivities— a short visit to settle the heritage.

a burden

Death is inevitable; bad omens come in three— the night was tender, ichor festering in the summer heat after the catastrophe, fed by the whispers at court. The night before she has been awoken by loud bangs on her creaking wooden door, bringing news from her home of father’s death; she holds it between willowy fingers, wondering how heavy news could feel this light, because she is her father’s daughter she doesn’t cry. How distraught Vizer Evhad would be, finding his late wife in paradise.

“My mother was Circassian,” it’s midnight and she’s quaff boza for both of them without asking, Malkocoglu Pasha dwarfed a wooden stool with presence alone, keeping her company in the shadows, - “they write to me— Circassian slaves of what they shouldn’t hear or see—“ he leans into the light from the lantern between them.

“Aynişah hatun—“ whenever he spoke she thought the world would remain spinning on its axis, unexpected softness came from weathered lips, - “don’t listen to what you shouldn’t know.”

“But you do—“ she retorts, fingers wrapped around a cup brought towards him.

“I’ve gathered a gossamer network, Allah Yerhamo—” she hadn’t cried yet, because she was her parents daughter, she wouldn’t cry, - “I only know because I have to,” the cup slid across the table towards him.

“They said it was the wrong side of war,” at their departure he had been adamant of her right not to marry, she pulls after a breath, watching the veins on his hand, - “not that it matters,” she adds with a soft smile and floating movements down on a stool.

“There isn’t a side of war you should be on,” the flame flickers over his stern features, he made bears appear friendlier.

“We shall hope Allah has a God he prays to for me—“ she lifts her chin in a fatal combination of her own outcome. Cradling his neck a rumble leaves his lips, a rendition of laughter like thunder shaking the walls.

“I’ll go with you then.”

of men and snakes

“They should have cut the grass earlier so snakes couldn’t slither in,” Mary’s eyes are narrowed, uncurbed wrath seeping out of her pores, unnerving she plucked at her embroidery similar to the cook plucking a dead hen, - “malicious embodied, don’t be fooled by her kindness,” locks of gold swings around Mary’s face.

“Mary— you ripped the embroidery,” Ayni points out calmly, unsure if any sound could pierce the veil of darkness around Mary.

“So I did—“ Mary pulls herself upwards in the chair as if God was yanking her spine, - “I am just saying— the worms haven’t even pierced the casket and here she is— ready to throw herself on another di—“

“Lady Jane’s fault?” Ayni gestures towards the torn embroidery which by now had been reduced into a gaping hole.

“Highly— and always,” a pleased smile spread across glossy pink lips, - “allow me in helping with your crooked stitches.” The tension in the air at court had been unnerving the last month; somehow it continued turning, new ladies arrived at court and life sprung forward, - “so Lord Malkocoglu will keep you company?” in webbed corridors news travelled speedily and there had been no lack of rumours lately; complexity of which lingered in the air, lingered around grabby fingers, gawking gaze and fleeting tongues.

“Yes, he offered—“ a blue gaze of knowledge swiftly moves over the girl, - “I trust him, he’s been kind to me.”

“That’s dull, I was expecting vigorous stories from you,” Mary chuckles lightly. Mary was a bee, whispering promises of the sweetest honey in all of the kingdoms, swiftly moving on from flower to flower without no one being the wiser; growing her golden honeycomb.

“The only vigour men show, is how fast they can run away from me—“ she’s flung forward by a burn on the back of her head.

“Sounds like you have a bad attitude,” she continues her sewing with a composed demeanor, - “kissing a few men before settling down is a good thing, so you know what to look for— you don’t settle for the first dress you try so why do it with men?” She remembers being warned of powerful men, several people had warned her of powerful men, but she couldn’t comprehend the power they wielded.

until it breaks

Would there be shimmering scales hiding beneath the murky waters? She shivers, casting a glance at the man in front of her, with the strike of his paw a fish would be drowning on land, - “something on your mind?”

“Fishies,” she waves a finger over the surface, - “when you swim and they bump into your toe— that’s what I was thinking.”

“Of course—“ knowingly Emin Ali doesn’t muse, she wonders if maybe he does and she is just an idiot who can’t hear it, the cloud hides the moon and she’s reminded how shadows reveal more intent than Emin Ali would in a lifetime while he was thoroughly enjoying the game of life.

“Am I missing the dark humour?”

A face which betrays nothing launches forward, arms resting on his knees, - “with respect Aynişah hatun you’ve never caught one,” she’s a soaked book with words dripping off the pages, transparent down to the spine.

“I have dark thoughts— what does a place like this want with girls like me?” They flourished here,  - “I don’t think I understood the implications before coming here.”

“Enjoyment of socialites, marriage is politics, both genders find court amusing— when you do not struggle for survival boredom kills you,” cavernous eyes stare at her.

“Perhaps I should get better at the game,” Ayni shifts in her seat, the boat sways lightly, still grounded by his weight.


“You’d end up hurt,” it shouldn’t be harsh, he probably doesn’t mean for it to be. He’s the first one out of the boat, a steady boot on the edge when he offers her a hand, - “are you certain you’d want to stay at court?”

Underneath her armpit his hand is a joist, guiding her out of the boat, feet dangling like a child, - “there’s nothing left in the past for me,” the man nods when Louis makes a ghostly appearance, white enough to match his toothy smile.

Soon the night would find a court etherised by wine.



Lord Mathias was often found contemplating, with each passing day they felt their adolescence slip out of their fingers; sometimes she’d keep him company in silence underneath the oak tree, counting the beads of sweat dripping from her forehead in the summer heat. Wishing she could put out the thoughts spreading like an unchecked fire inside of his head, embodying water wrapping around him.

“Follow me—“ words brushing against her cheek in passing like a gust of wind; a boyish grin disappears in the crowd, dress scrunched up in hand she dives through the crowd, twirling steps on tippy toes. Head covered in a shawl; she’s never going to be a virgin mother, no garment would make her holy, nothing could keep a woman pure. Somebody’s fingers are on her fingers, - “come on,” they tug playfully and she’s swept away from the lights of the party.

“Should I be frightened? Have I been kidnapped?” Fingers closing around one another, a saccharine smile plays on her lips but they are covered in darkness, except from the light of a small lantern, drawing her attention like a child.

“You followed willingly,” he chuckles, turning towards her.
“It felt like one of my dreams, but then I never stop running,” the lantern's light dances around a bush of roses, in the distance she hears the sound of a river.

“In my dreams she walks towards me—“ a crack in his voice, a smile turns into sorrow and she holds him by the crook of his neck, until he feels the weight pulling him back to the ground, forehead meeting forehead.

“Ghosts tend to tire of the living quickly, we are trivial in the grand scheme,” a fleeting moment of tenderness, the way facial expressions fall from his face, - “and maybe we are intoxicated by wine or each other,” Ayni’s fingers slips away from him.

“I don’t believe she ever felt attachment to me—” they sit down next to each other, he’s playing with a straw of grass and she lets him unburden, she doesn’t fill the silent moments when he pauses for a breath. Lord Mathias speaks briefly, until the silence grew between them and no words formed between his lips.

“I’ll be back if you find new words for what you feel,” the morning is approaching and they are on their backs with their eyes at the sky, - “if my uncle tries to arrange a marriage we could just run,” but she thinks it’s a dream, she wants it to be true, that life could unfold how she wanted, but lately finding out that’s it how life works.

the patriarch

Familiarity rings muted, memories blurry of a life never lived; she can see her mother sitting outside, a self made, leaning, fire pit, naked toes flicking at the dirt, posed in a squatting position. She could remember the unusually green eyes staring into the fire, the tinge of warmth to her laughter while she reeked of bitterness; how you had adored her, while she merely tolerated you. Mother never told you not to touch the fire, lesson taught when screams ripped your chest; you are your mother’s daughter, constantly disappearing into dreams. That morning the bread she eats feels like sahur and her mother’s ghost has faded into the ashes— only her words; you are too young to understand danger, rings in her ears.

Uncle’s house was only three kilometres away from her house where they had set up camp, she tells Emin Ali after breakfast that she could go on her own; she remembers it’s an unforgiving city, but it’s the evil she knows, and not a trespasser with hijab in France— she tells him she’ll be back before nightfall while he skins a deer, letting her leave without an answer.

Demurcu sat beside his father, stomach churning at the sight of him with a flourishing smile on her lips; when they were seven he’d told her a lie but she gobbled it up, the way she did all his words— he promised he’d never hurt her. Watching when his father rips into her, she’s just an unmarried woman with rights to inheritance. Uncle’s face goes deep red, highlighted by shades of purple when he speaks of court; she wanted to stay tender, if she was to bleed honey would sip out, but that’s not what they want you to become.

When they were young Dem would hold her hands but they had disappeared from her sight, they wanted her to split into something new, with a new surname— so she stayed soft, rising from the floor and walking out of the residence, - “take what you want.”

Commotion fills the room, Demurcu rushing past his father, out of the door after her, - “wait—“ a barely audible word leaves his lips.

“Where is Sevil? Where is my horse?”

“Staying at court I do not see the need for you in keeping the creature,” fingers curved around the spine of her dagger, while words fluttered from her uncle’s mouth; the feeling of having the last piece ripped from your chest, - “we can continue the conversation of marriage when you’ve calmed down.”

“I am calm, it’s not your right telling me how I feel,” violence ran in their family, father had been a cruel man and so was her uncle, especially when someone stood in his way for wealth or reputation, - “as if I do not know myself,” bones aching from exhaustion.

“The discussion will continue another time,” dismissed by a waving hand, with sausage fingers ready to pop if the weather became hotter. Emin Ali trots in, reaching down a callus hand from the horse’s back, without a word, scooping her up in front of himself; a burning behind her eyes, the hand on her hip keeps her stable.


“It’s degrading, I do not see the point of marriage, it’s not a holy union, it’s politics— and you are simply smacked in the middle of it,” they are out by the wooded area on the side of her father’s house, a body of water shimmers in the summer sun, where he allows her rant continuing. - “I wanted independence, but it comes with the price of relying on a man because I was born a woman— What if I asked you to leave right now?” She’s been pacing by an old log, straining her neck to look at the man peacefully leaning against a leaf tree.

“If my presence isn’t wanted I can move out of sight,” he lifts his steely gaze.
“That’s not what I meant, leave—“ like a defiant child she crosses her arms over her chest, not out of anger but in protest against unknown forces.

“I said I would look after you, with good conscience I can not, this is not a place nor time to leave a woman alone— and you are perfectly aware of this fact as well Aynisha hatun,” the silence which follows rings with the truth of his words.

“Apologies, that was cruel of me— he took my horse,” she thinks his mouth twitches but it could be an illusion.

“Buy a new one. A better one,” moving out from the shade he sits down on the log.

“That’s not the point, what’s mine is mine, it’s the feeling of having something belong to you,” there had been few things other than the clothes on her back which had actually belonged solely to her, - “I wish I had the power to give him penance,” lengths of silk swirl around the log before she takes a seat.

“What would you do if you had the power?” Bring down the patriarchy, far fetched even for those with power, so she settles for satisfaction with the shrug of her shoulders.

“Probably punch him in the balls—“

//I wouldn’t dream

”Assume my sister welcomed you back properly,” a game of chess was played between the women, skin sunk into the bones leaving dark hollowed caverns on her face; yet the queen kept better company than most with a clogged nose.

“Mary— Lady—“

“You can drop the formalities,” Anne reassured with her crooked, upturned smile, a specific charm you learned to love or hate, reciprocated by Ayni who moves a pawn of which the name has already been forgotten, - “Mary tells me you seldom indulge in them.”

“She’s a cherished friend,” with the pawn in hand Anne corrects her move, it’s a bishop and they move diagonally across the board, - “I am not sure how enjoyable court would be without her.”

“First time a woman states such a claim about my sister,” there’s a chuckle when she leans in, smoothly dragging a pawn across the board, - “is there a reason you do not wear your hijab anymore?” If Emin Ali was a bear you believe the queen was a wolf with her piercing eyes and mysterious air surrounding her.

“I wore it out of respect for my father’s beliefs, but they do not align with my own,” she keeps forgetting the alignment of the pawns, patiently the queen corrects her by soft hands, and laughter like a song.

Death lingers on the queen’s face, in the outline of her skeleton, ghostly hands making another move, - “the doctor assured me with rest I should be restored,” perceptive but you marvelled at the perseverance of the queen, - “I will return with vigour and strength.”

“I would not believe anything less, your majesty,” the women look up at each other.

“Something else on your mind?”

“Shouldn’t there be a coronation?” Told to speak freely and so she would, maybe she trusted Mary greatly, - “a king taking over the throne from a passed family member would have a coronation, why should there be a difference for a queen?”

“You believe so?” Tinge of a playful smile lingers on painted lips, - “imagine the fright on the Lord’s faces,” Anne slips a chuckle while shifting her weight with a hand on her stomach.

“How come men feel the need to push women aside, there’s one queen in the chess game the rest are knights, a king and bishops,” Ayni shifts out of her chair to fetch wine for them.

“You remember their names,” the queen gracefully stands, moving towards her bed, - “men have always tried mimicking what they can not do,” had the queen once been a drunk, barefooted girl, slipping through the tree line? - “Women can give life from a uterus—“ Ayni hands the woman a cup of wine and takes a seat beside her, - “instead they murder, that’s the closest they can come to the experience in their minds.”

“Or maybe they do not know how to value life, the same way a woman, a mother would.”

“How would they?” Anne asks with a smile on her lips and wine moisturizing her throat.

“Speaking of birth—“ she speaks after a second of silence, placing the wine glass on the floor, - “would your majesty sanction me being baptised?”

of it

A weighted pause before violence; the universe stands still, someone has to make a first move but there have been months passing— a power vacuum, - “she’s the worst,” a sigh blows on her ear, Mary’s fingers playing with the tip of the girl’s hair.

“Pleasant distraction,” knees bumping into each other in the chapel during their Sunday mass, - “she’s not Spain, she’s no more of a threat to the crown than I am,” Ayni weaves their fingers together, she doesn’t think anything can rattle her when she’s next to Mary, as if nothing was really impossible for them.

“A threat for you perhaps,” they shift their gazes towards Jane who is unfolding a amused laughter at Lord Mathias, - “the worst,” Mary repeats herself with a shudder, - “who’s next? Louis?”

“Hasn’t he been preoccupied lately?” They chuckle, it was sweet, they would never have imagined thinking Lord Louis could be sweet.

“He has,” Mary grins wickedly, - “have you kissed him yet?” She hangs unabashedly at the back of the bench.

“No, my uncle asked me if he should try and arrange it,” Lord Mathias caught her eye, which wasn’t difficult when they were both staring at the pair, - “do you think we are making her uncomfortable?”

“Certainly hope we are,” Jane’s neck becomes strained from looking anywhere but at them, - “with the title he’s—“

“Don’t be a parrot of my uncle,” a protruding ligament of the neck looks particularly sore on Jane, - “I could take up work.”

“No you can’t,” Mary chuckles, - “you haven’t worked a day in your life, just get married instead— it’ll be less painful.”

“I’ve never kissed anyone either— makes the scale equal.”

“Because you keep dodging the moment, you won’t contract a deadly disease from it— aren’t you and Lord Mathias—“ Mary is interrupted.

“We are friends.”
“And Lord Malkocoglu?”
“We’re friends,” Ayni chuckles.
“Their choice or yours?”

Done….

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Duchess Westerland's Playlist

FORM - DONE

Name: Duchess Colette Issabell Sutton, 4th Duke of Westerland, Viscount Kirkton

Age: 19

Face claim Jessica Parker Kennedy

Important relationships
Sir Francis Bryan, Earl of Surray

Things with Francis have been both pleasurable and frustrating. After his accident, she was forced to admit that her feelings for him run deeper than she should have allowed them to. He has made it abundantly clear, in her mind, that he is interested in nothing more than an enjoyable dalliance. Taking time away from Court has hopefully helped her to dispense the foolish notions she was developing over him.

Lord Maximillian von In der Maur auf Strelburg und zu Freifeld, Burgomeister of Berneck and Freiherr von In der Maur

Max has taken her completely by surprise. What should have been a single night of fun in Calais turned into something more. A dalliance? Friendship? She isn't quite sure anymore. She knows she enjoys spending time with him, in more than just the bedroom. There is far more depth to the arrogant playboy than she could have expected. Her unclear feelings for Francis make rationalizing what she is feeling for Max far more complicated.

Lady Mary Boleyn, widow of William Carey, of Aldenham

A budding new friendship. She sees a lot of similarities between herself and Mary, with her unapologetic zest for life and boldly enchanting personality. Of the three Boleyn's, Mary is the one she has the best rapport and feels the most relaxed and comfortable around.

Do you attend the parties?  Yes

Your role in child delivery? Help the midwife (bringing clean water, towels, etc.)

Interests: Francis | Max | Mary

STORY - DONE

AUGUST - DONE

1. Return - DONE

A groom was already assisting my maid Sabrina with my luggage as I slipped out of the carriage. My heart pounded in my chest. Perhaps even harder than it had the very first time I arrived in England. Everything was as uncertain now as it had been then. Well, maybe not as much. At least now I knew some of the players. And I wasn’t as naive and wide-eyed with wonder as I was then.

But the air itself felt stale. Oppressive. Suffocating. The ache of unshed tears burned the back of my weary eyes. I had shed more than a few in the last month, alone at home, hidden away from the world.

Henry was dead. My King, my friend. And dear sweet charming John. Taken far too soon. With everything else pressing on my mind… the last thing I needed on my plate were the deaths. But whoever said life was easy? It wasn’t. And it certainly wasn’t fair. Henry at least had lived a worldly life. But John was just getting started. He was only 19… the same age as me. He had such ambition… a drive to do and be more than he was. So much like myself. But they were both gone now.

“Will there be anything else Your Grace?”

Blinking out of my reflection, I clutched the strap of a small reticule with both hands, squeezing it as I offered a strained smile of thanks to my coachman.

“No, Hobson, it will be some time before I return to Westerland.”  I murmured and waited, motionless, as he bobbed then climbed atop the carriage to lead it away while a handful of servants bustled about around me. I Stalled. Giving myself a few more seconds of solidarity before I ventured into the castle. Because I knew… it wasn’t just the deaths that prolonged my return and there was no telling how long it would be before I had to face those other reasons.

Seconds later, before I even contemplated moving, I realized I would not have nearly long enough. The sound of hooves scattering pebbles drew my gaze. If possible, I froze more as another burst of sorrow swelled painfully in my chest. Sorrow and an inappropriate urge of longing. He looked gaunt and tired with heavy dark bags under his bloodshot eyes. I wanted to reach out and wrap my arms around him.

“Your Grace...” He murmured slipping from his steed and walking the last few paces towards me just as Sabrina slipped the small bag from my grasp and took several steps back, perhaps to allow for a tiny measure of privacy as well as proprieties sake. “I was beginning to think perhaps you had given up on the life as a courtier…”

An attempt of a smirk touched the corner of his mouth but there was no hint of the mischief I could usually see in his eyes.

“Ma… My Lord… I… there were some pressing matters that I needed to tend at Westerland.” The prepared lie felt shallow when used on Max. It was true that there was always work to be done at the Duchy, but nothing that would require my presence for more than two months in the height of the season.

And I was certain that he knew my words for what they were, yet he had the grace to leave any allegation unsaid. My stomach churned anxiously just the same. But not over the lie. Not really. This feeling wasn't new. It had started to plague me, confuse me before I fled from Court.

“You’re looking well.”

I scoffed, knowing that the bags under my eyes and thinness in my cheeks were likely no better than his own. But I noticed his eyes roaming over me, searching, assessing. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up. I mentally sought some witty retort but shocked even myself with my next words.

“I don’t feel well”

“You’re ill? His concern was evident by his tone and the way his eyes once again skimmed across my face.

“No…” I rushed to say, which wasn’t exactly true. I had been ill for a time but it never seemed to last too long. Just some weird response to the grief I had been suffering in the last weeks, no doubt. “I mean… I don’t feel… that is… I feel…” I sighed and shook my head. “It’s all been a lot to take in” I finally blurted.

I noticed a flash in his eyes before his jaw flexed and lower… his fingers clutch the reigns in his hand harshly as he nodded. His mount whined softly. Then silence fell between us, each I suppose reflecting on the losses we both felt so deeply. Then he frowned and started to shake his head once more.

“I’m sorry. Holding you here after your long journey… I’m sure you’d like to get situated, have a rest, or some food…”

“No.” I rushed out then hesitated, my stomach coiling tightly again as I looked up at him. “I mean unless you have somewhere you have to be…”

He shook the leads and tossed his head outward, towards the woods.

“But you’ve just returned…?”

He hesitated, looking into my eyes. “Riding helps me not think too much.”

I turned, gazing past the drive and the greenery towards the dense forest.

“Not thinking sounds perfect…”

Barely a moment passed. “You’re welcome to join me, Your Grace.”

“You will not mind the company?”

“I will not mind you.”

My pulse raced slightly and a tiny bit of joy peeked through my shroud of sadness.

“Then I shall change and meet you at the stables, Lord Max”

2. Confidant - DONE

I counted to ten, slowly inhaling and exhaling as I stood motionless in the middle of my room. Sabrina moved about, setting out clothing and baubles that I would wear for the day while I just hoped for the world to stop spinning for a moment. My fingers clutched a slip of paper, dark ink slightly smudged while I tried to come to terms with what I knew. Or assumed to know.

It hadn’t taken long upon my return to hear the tales of Princess Mary’s disappearance. And to be perfectly honest, I hadn’t spent a great deal of time considering it. Contrary to popular infatuation with gossiping, I had far less interest in it. And yet, I would be a fool not to keep abreast of current affairs in such a cronyistic world. And now, with the arrival of correspondences from Westerland that very morning… I now had yet another thing to worry over. Had Blanca intentionally used my generosity and friendship to advance an elaborate scheme or was I just some potential collateral damage by her ‘inspired heroism’ as she called it? Recklessness if you ask me… if indeed it was not planned all along.

What consequences could I face if anyone assumed I’d knowingly given her aide?

“Shall I get some chamomile for you, Your Grace?”

I blinked, surprised by Sabrina’s concerned look. Quickly I shook my head, squeezing the missive tight in my fist.

“Beg pardon?”

“I thought perhaps you looked a bit… are you feeling unwell, Your Grace?”

“No Sabrina, thank you. I would like a bowl to freshen up though if you will…”

She bobbed and left the room, giving me only a handful of minutes to consider my next steps. I barely managed to tuck the letter between the pages of a book I was reading before she returned toting a small basin of water.

It would have to do for now. I’d have more freedom and privacy to contemplate things later that evening.

***********************

“I heard you were back… imagine my surprise...”

Every nerve in my body tensed when the plate full of meats landed beside me. I didn’t even need to look over… even before his deep voice announced his presence fully. I tore off a piece of manchet roll from my plate and held it, wondering if the queasy feeling had everything to do with the fit body sliding into the seat directly beside me. I took a deep steadying breath before slowly chewing on the bite of bread.

“More surprised you were not aware of my return at least a full day before I actually arrived, Lord Bryan.”

He made a sound, whether of amusement or haughtiness I was not sure. I was too busy attempting to control my rioting emotions… or at the very least my flipping stomach.

“Such formality, Your Grace…”

“I wouldn’t want people to get the wrong impression.” Swallowing reflexively as saliva pooled in my mouth.

“You mean the right impression…”

I finally peeped over noticing immediately the crinkles of amusement around his eyes. But perhaps there was a hint of more, concern maybe… or of wariness. How much had he suffered the loss of his friend? He did seem to be handling Henry’s death a bit better than Max of John’s. Perhaps age and experience had taught him how to hide such things better? I tried to be discreet, slowly dragging in a breath before daring to respond. And still, I could feel the roiling inside me, could hear my heart racing in my ears.

“I’m sure you are clever enough to ensure it doesn’t come to that…”

“Ha… you grant me grander powers than humanly possible. People will always gossip about eligible individuals spending even a few moments together…”

I managed a strained chuckle, “I am certain one additional lady in your company would not be so scandalous or titillating to the rumormongers.”

“But alas, you are not just any additional lady, are you, Duchess?”

The inflection towards the end of his statement gave little doubt why he suggested I was special. Not because of who I was, but because of what I was. The ache in my stomach coiled tighter.

“I don’t see how just one sitting…”

“Don’t you? You’ve been away from Court for some time. People are bound to be curious about the elusive, and very much unwed, Duke of Westerland. At the very least some scheming mothers are anxious to have you out of the way of their daughter’s prospects.”

I scoffed and prodded a piece of sauced venison on my plate. But again my throat constricted and I felt like I might lose what little breakfast I had managed to get down. I wasn’t really prepared yet for a battle of wit against Francis.

“As you said, I’ve been gone a while. Whatever flirtations I’d had are likely moved on to more readily available prospects. Besides… I am not in the market for a new husband… the last is not even a full year gone yet…”

“You still think you somehow have any control over that?”

“Who… or when I marry?”

“Either… both…”

How was it possible that my mouth was both watering and parched. And the sip of ale did not help either condition. Grimacing I set the mug aside and attempted another steadying breath.

“I’m sure you exaggerate my significance. Not with all the other great matters these days.”

“And I’m sure I’ve taught you enough to know that position is everything to some people… and knowledge is power.” He speared a piece of veal, the fragrance nearly choking me as he waved it about between his words… “and trust me when I say, your absence has not gone unnoticed.”

The sound of the succulent meat squishing between his teeth was more than I could bear. I rose, too quickly in fact forcing me to grip the back of the chair to steady my balance as a wave of dizziness crashed over me.

“Colette…”

Everything seemed to flash from one moment to the next. Between hearing him call out and having him standing there, too close… his hands gripping me, offering support.

“Are you ill?”

“No… I … I just need some air… if, if you will excuse me”

“A stroll sounds lovely, Your Grace.”

He was louder than he need be but I was too focused on breathing and keeping the contents of my stomach down to even think about any objection when he laced my arm through his and guided us through a set of patio doors. We were walking along a path in the garden before I was breathing more naturally and he broke the silence that extended between us.

“What ails you?”

“Nothing. I’m fine” I muttered and received a very firm squeeze against my elbow. Seconds later he had me sitting upon a bench surrounded by high thick hedges while he stood towering before me. A quite menacing figure with his pirate-y patch and stubbornly flexed jaw.  “I am… will be fine. It’s just fatigue…” I sighed softly and looked away. “It’s just… all the grief. I haven’t been eating well lately. There’s been too much loss.”

“There has been.”  I heard him sigh as well before he settled down beside me again. His nearness stirred something in me, the softness of his tone. He understood, perhaps empathized. I almost leaned towards him, seeking his touch, his comfort. And yet, hadn’t I just done the same just days ago with a different man? My heart twisted, ached. For the first time, I felt disgusted with myself over a longing. But for which man was the wretched feeling for?

Silence fell between us again. I’m not sure how long it lasted and I had no idea what to do or say to break it.

“I can see it now… the weight loss. The exhaustion too. You can’t go starving yourself because you’ve lost people you care about.” I pressed my lips together. It wasn’t as if I intended to toss up my meals. But I wasn’t about to debate the point. “Now isn’t the time for you to start to fall apart… you’ll need your wits about you in the coming days.”

I frowned turning back towards him finding him watching me closely.

“Why? What don’t I know?”

There was something more to his words, I just knew it.

“Anne is going to send for you.” Why did it sound so ominous? He must have understood the unspoken question because he huffed and dragged his hand down his face before continuing. “It’s probably best that you own up to your liaison with Henry.”

“What?” I’m sure I sounded absolutely confused. Nothing at all could have prepared me for such advice at this late date. “Now? After all this time?”

I noted the uncustomary hesitation. Francis was almost always utterly direct or ready with his customary witty evasions and diversions. He was masterful at steering conversations and ideas where he wished them to go. I had no idea what could be so wrong that he would be at a loss for words. Even momentarily.

“As I said, your absence from Court has been noted. There may be some whispering as to the reasons for such a disappearance.”

I was just dumbfounded, unable to connect any reasonable assumption about what gossip was being spread. Henry had absolutely nothing to do with why I left. Why I stayed away. I glanced to the man beside me, his rugged good looks making my pulse race while another face swam through my mind. No. My troubles were not Court related. Unless… Blanca. I snatched my widening eyes from him… but then… what would any of that have to do with my affair with Henry all those months ago.

“I don’t see how bringing up Henry should matter Francis. I haven’t… we hadn’t… since before he married Anne.”

“I’m aware.” I blushed. Of course, he was. “Trust me on this…”

“But Henry is dead now… what possible reason is there in hashing up ancient history?”

“Exactly. He’s dead now. No need to continue protecting this particular secret. Not when keeping it could cause more trouble. I care to see you safe Colette.”

“I’m in danger?”

“No. There is no possible way for you to be part of any plot against the crown. I just need you to be careful right now… tell her the truth and this will all blow over.”

My thoughts rushed to Blanca yet again as anxiety filled me.

3. Epiphany - DONE

Francis escorted me back to the castle shortly after assuring himself that I was mostly recovered and only took his leave once I promised to have a proper meal.

However, despite my agreement, one step into the dining hall bought on another spell of queasiness. Certain that this newest anxiety had my stomach all a jumble, I found myself seeking my chamber to address my fatigue rather than my hunger.

Sabrina had barely gotten me undressed and tucked into bed when a knock alerted us to the visitor. I sat upright, clutching a thin sheet across my chest as she pulled the door open. Watching Mary waltz in carrying a silver domed tray was certainly the last thing I expected to see.

“I heard you were back… and famished!” She announced gaily grinning from ear to ear. I even managed to crack a smile at her apparent giddiness. That was until she perched on the edge of the bed and proudly popped the lid off the meat-piled delivery.

I recoiled, eyes widening with my hand rushing to cover my mouth… my nose. But it was too late. The smells assaulted me in a flash. I flew from the bed and only just managed to seek the chamber pot… hunching over it and gagging violently. The metallic taste spewed out of me, over and over until nothing but tears and bottomless retching complimented my jerking motions. At some point, I registered Mary there, beside me… and Sabrina, one of them holding my hair back the other patting my back but it was all a blur as I sobbed and ejected the entire contents from my stomach.

When finally it subsided I felt utterly drained. Slowly I tried to rise, four sets of hands there for the assist while I wiped at my damp cheeks and lips with the sleeve of my shift. But a couple of steps forward led to another wrecking gag…

“Get it out…” I pleaded in a raspy raw voice, fat tears spilled past my lids as I battled the threat of another bout of dry heaves.

“Get what?” Mary posed, but Sabrina rushed to cover the tray and remove it completely from the room. Mary assisted me the rest of the way to the bed. A few moments later Sabrina returned with a mug of chamomile which I sniffed then sipped hesitantly until I was certain it would stay down.

“How long have you been sick?” Mary finally asked which I waved away.

“I’m just fatigued. And… perhaps a bit of an upset tummy. It will pass.”

I continued to sip the brew so missed the skeptical look she gave.

“How long has your mistress been ill?”

There was a prolonged silence and I was surprised to see the firmly stubborn glint in my maid’s eyes when I finally looked up. She appeared to flatly refuse to answer. I choked out a small chuckle.

“It is okay Sabrina… Lady Mary is my friend. I’m sure she doesn’t plan to run around telling everyone that I have been so foolish to let my grief rob me of a proper appetite.”

“Grief?” Mary spoke but both women wore identical concerned looks.

I chuckled again, my stomach seemingly settled enough for me to sit up a bit more.

“Ma’am you are not foolish” Sabrina chimed in with a tender rebuttal, possibly defensively.

“It comes and goes…” I announced, smiling appreciatively towards my maid who seemed to be hovering around me like some mother hen, plumping the pillows behind my back. “There doesn’t seem to be any specific cause… just my body dealing with my riotous emotions of late I suppose. Some mornings I’m perfectly fine… others, not so much. But I am usually quite fine as the day progresses.”

“You’re Grace…” Sabrina choked out making me frown as I look between both women. Shock… worry… caution. What was I missing here?

“How long?” Mary demanded in the most unyielding tone I had ever heard her speak. Sabrina glanced to me again, uneasy obviously battling with something more… concern perhaps?

“Her Grace missed her first courses a little over a month ago…”

The ringing in my ears was likely the only thing that kept me from believing I dropped dead because I was fairly positive that my heart stopped beating in an instant.

“Mon Dieu… so possibly at least two months by now?”

I sat there, staring, barely breathing. What was I hearing…

“I thought she knew…” Sabrina was continuing, obviously upset, worried. “I thought she just didn’t want to announce it… considering.”

Considering… considering… my pulse was hammering now, banging like war drums that surely both of them could hear but they appeared to be talking to each other while the reality of my situation was pouring over me. Shivers raced down my spine as everything started to make sense. The fickle illness that weaned throughout the day, my unusually erratic emotions, the strange aches, and exhaustion. The troubles of just a few hours ago paled in comparison now. Likely as pale as my face must be at that point.

“Who else knows?”

Sabrina was rapidly shaking her head when I glanced up at Mary’s words.

“I’ve not let anyone find out… not until Her Grace decided what she would do…”

Loyalty. I almost laughed but instead tears pooled in my eyes as my fingers splayed across my still flat belly. Sabrina had concealed the truth, protected me from gossip while I continued, oblivious of my own circumstances. So consumed with my worrisome thoughts that it never even dawned on me to consider how much time had passed.

And now what? I was a widow with a dead husband more than six months in the grave and a baby possibly two months in my wound. The math certainly did not add up. The scandal would be colossal.

“And the father, mon amie…? You’ll have to work out the marriage arrangements quickly.”

I blinked again as two faces flashed in my head. Doubly colossal.

“Mary…” I choked as I clutched her hand in both of mine. “Please… you mustn’t mention this to Anne yet… not until…” what? I tell the father? I had to try to figure out which one it was still! “I wish to be the one to tell him…” and not be forced into marriage simply for the sake of the child.

She returned my grasp, giving me a compassionate glance before she nodded.

“I will give you some time mon amie, but you mustn’t wait too long… the babe certainly will not…”

4. Introductions - DONE

The castle became more crowded over the next days with the arrival of a string of dignitaries from several nations on the continent. I did my best to play up both the grandness of my position and to some degree my rumored reclusiveness. With a clearer understanding of my malady, I managed the days to maintain my secret. During the morning hours, depending on the babe’s mood, I either broke my fast in my rooms or very early when the dining halls were nearly deserted. By midday, I’d have made an appearance and served my Lady-in-waiting duties, at times with the assistance of Mary should it be needed. But during the evenings I made a point to show the Duchess of Westerland off to the courtiers, joining card games, perhaps a bit of dancing on the particularly good days and even blathering over whatever frivolous gossip they appeared to be obsessed over on any particular day.

All the while trying my hardest not to fret visibly over my situation.

************

“Only a couple of days but you’re already looking in better shape.”

It was inevitable I’d face one of them sooner or later, though truth be told I had hoped for even later. I choose to spend that afternoon in the library with the certainty that neither man would find their way into it. Wishful thinking. I turned and forced a pleasant smile for Francis.

“It seems my return to Court agrees with me.”

“Indeed... I am relieved to hear it, you had me worried for a moment.”

“You? Worried?” I laughed. “I feel you are immune to that particular disorder Lord Bryan.”

“The Lais of Marie de France…?” He smirked after stepping closer and slipping the book I held from my fingers. “You never struck me as romantic type Colette.”

“Every girl likes a little romance I’d say…” It didn’t take much effort to pluck it away from him.

“Do they?”

“Oh don’t try to humor me, you are far more knowledgeable about women’s psyche than most women I’d wager…”

“Which stands to reason why it strikes me odd your sudden interest in it…”

“Who says it is sudden?” Aloofly I flipped the pages as if scanning for something in particular. Granted… not that I would admit it after his boast, it was not particularly something I had been seeking out. It just happened to be the tomb I selected from the shelf before his arrival.

“Is it?”

Snapping it closed once more I peeped up at him curiously.

“I could say the same for your sudden interest in libraries, I mean unless of course…” I made a show of peeping around him at the door that stood slightly ajar and whispered loudly. “Are you having a rendezvous with your Lady Rose again perhaps?”

“Will you go hide in the alcove there if I am?”

Even though months had passed since that day, and the many things I had done and said in that time, I still managed to blush in remembrance of the vivid images I’d witnessed from that very spot.

“No Sir, I’d more likely seek entertainment of my very own…”

My implied debauchery was met with cocky amusement. He stepped closer, crowding me, his scent filling my lungs… and I knew I was a thousand times a fool. I struggled to remain cool and composed. It was like playing with fire when I was already strapped to burn at the stake.

“Or we could entertain each other… we have been rather good at it in the past…”

“With a castle full of high-ranking officials and fawning title-seeking mommas? I’d think you’d be using your talents to wrestle information from your unsuspecting admirers…”

“You believe I cannot manage business and pleasure now Colette?”

The fact that he did not deny it struck a nerve. Which was quite foolish on my part. Francis had never been anything but clear about us. What we were, what we could be. Lovers. Friends even, perhaps… to some degree. I wasn’t even sure the man trusted me fully. Or even if I should put full trust in him. There would never be anything more than that between us. And yet… he very well may be the father of the babe growing in me. I turned to slide the book back into a shelf, steadying my composure.

“Are there any visitors specifically that might garner a higher degree of attention than others?”

With my back turned I couldn't read his expression but there was a pause, seconds of silence that had the hairs on the back of my neck standing up.

“I suppose that depends on the level of your interest…”

Fixing a grin upon my face I looked back again, “well now… considering your warning of a few days ago, it’s likely in my best interest to identify potential matches if marriage is in my not too distant future…”

“Poems and now husband-hunting Colette?” The sarcasm in his tone was unmistakable.

“I’ve learned from the best to always be mindful of one’s self-interest… and who knows the players in this world best if not you?”

“You want me to help you pick out a husband?” Was that disbelief? He wouldn’t be wrong to be so. I had no interest in husband-hunting among the visitors but at least it was a good enough reason to escape being dangerously alone with him.

“If I must marry soon anyway it behooves me to ensure he is no villainous scoundrel, and perhaps even someone I may enjoy… someone who may actually like me… unlike the last.”

Another moment of silence passed as he watched me before he finally agreed. I was not sure he was thrilled with the idea but whether he was or wasn’t he kept to himself. Before too long I was in the mix of things, chatting with several interesting people… or so Francis artfully assured me.

It didn’t take me long to notice his odd behavior. Well, not really odd… for Francis it seemed right in line with what one should expect. But he was sly. Almost no one would catch on to him I am certain. He was clever in never showing too much interest among any specific group… but because I was circling the room, and guests, with him… I was privy to his web of questions. He was seeking something specific... information or a person… both? The Seymours seemed to come up a few times as did Princess Mary. Were they somehow connected? He was definitely up to something, I knew him well enough to determine that. But there were far too many people around and he was doing his very best to put a number of those potential husbands in my path. Bachelors… widowers… all very titled, none very interesting.

In truth, none of them came near to being anyone I would want to spend the rest of my life with. Most of them bored me to death. Being too pious or too refined, too agreeable, too indulgent. Too… not either of the men I’d choose for myself.

Eventually, I excused myself and had to take some moments to convince one of the new admirers that I could handle gathering my own mug of ale alone before I was able to escape.

******

“Didn’t take long for you to get back to being the life of the party…”

The mocking tone shocked me, even before I turned towards it knowing it was directed at me.

“I’d hardly consider chatting amicably in the middle of the day a party…”

He shrugged and turned to scan a group of courtiers passing by the buffet table I stood before. One of the gentlemen smiled warmly towards me and nodded courteously at Max only to receive an icy stare in return. I frowned as the man scurried off then turned my attention back.

“You seem quite ill-tempered today”

“And you seem quite enthusiastic for the attention of a slew of admirers…”

Disbelief had my eyes widen measurably as my back went ramrod straight. “Well… clearly you are not to be counted among them… do not feel obliged to suffer my presence when you so clearly find it wanting this day.”

There was a moment of silence and I could see the battle he fought in his expression but what he struggled with I had no clue.

“I’m sorry…” he finally admitted and released a pent-up breath as he glanced around again. “It is not you that I wish to lash out at…”

“Hostile isn’t a good look on you…”

He chuckled sarcastically. “Perhaps not, but that is all I have at the moment…”

“Why?”

He was still frowning when he looked back.

“My friend is dead…” he muttered bluntly, making me regret asking. “My mother has arrived quite insistent about her plans, and you…” he stopped abruptly, clamming up for a moment before adding… “you wouldn’t understand.”

My heart clenched for him even though he was right, I didn’t really understand. Not what he was suffering with at the moment.

“Your mother is at Court?” It seemed the lesser topic of the two.

“She arrived this morning… without any warning”

We’d never discussed his family, so I knew very little about them. Most of our time together was spent enjoying each other in various ways. Even the last time, consumed by our grief, we did little talking. Simply finding solace in each other’s arms, our bodies frantic with desire and our minds desperate to be blissfully blank. I blushed, realizing that as I lay there with him in the meadow, our horses grazing nearby and the sun showering down around us I had been pregnant then. With his child maybe… or Francis’.

I cleared my throat.

“Is… is she a tyrant then or something?”

“What?” Genuine confusion etched his brow. “Oh… no, no not really. Not usually.”

“But she is trying to be now?” It should be easier to focus on his potential issues with his mother rather than reflect on my own problems.

“She wants me to return home…” My stomach dropped, flipped… or was that my heart? I was fairly certain Max was not the eldest child… had something happened to an heir? My throat felt constricted. “It’s really quite annoying.”

“Your father… brother… s… are alright?”

“Yes, yes everyone is perfectly healthy.”

“Then…”

“Why?” He shrugged again but stepped a little closer and lowered his voice. “It seems she fears Court has become too volatile and she wishes to extract me from whatever is brewing around here.”

“Will you go then?” I finally dared to ask after managing to ignore the feeling of my heart being wedged right into my throat. He seemed to search my face but I knew it was rigid… I dared not even breathe… it is a wonder I did not suffocate in the time it took him to respond. If one could call his next words a response.

“Would you care to meet her?”

“Meet her…? Your mother you mean?”

The corners of his eyes crinkled slightly… amusement likely at the way my voice pitched. It was better than the animosity I felt from them earlier but still… not particularly welcomed.

“Yes, my mother… it is who we’ve been speaking of.”

Perhaps he thought letting his mother meet the friends of rank he had at Court would ease her worry somehow. But even after I agreed and we began making our way through the crowd my pulse raced erratically. This, quite possibly, may be the absolute most foolish… ridiculous… idiotic thing I had ever done in my entire life to that point. Meeting the mother of a lover could not be normal. Nor in any way was it appropriate. What if she took one look at me and found me deplorable.

But she would be meeting a Duchess… not her son’s lover. As far as she would know. And certainly not the possible mother of her unborn grandchild… which she very likely could be.

Someone should sound the trumpet on the farce that was becoming my life.

5. Revelations - DONE

In reality, meeting Max’s mother was not the hardship I imagined. Oh, it’s true I worried and felt quite anxious initially. And perhaps for quite a while longer than that. It was an incredible situation. But Lady Elisabetta von In der Maur auf Strelburg und zu Freifeld, Bürgermeisterin of Berneck and Freifrau von In der Maur… or Elisabetta as she insisted, was nothing like one would expect. For one, she did not make a big deal about who I was. Neither intimidated nor awed by my title. Or anyone else’s that I noted in the time I spent with her. Time that extended to days instead of mere hours. With and without Max in attendance. And I knew, without a doubt, that she cared deeply for her son. She took the time to actually speak to me about things besides Court and gossip… where I was from, what interested me… even allowed me to blabber on about the Duchy to my heart's content. The questions regarding my friendship with her son were a bit tougher to navigate but I felt by her continued friendliness that I managed to conceal the most intimate parts of it sufficiently.

“Colette dear… I’m terribly sorry but I really must have your aide...”

I almost laughed when Countess Shelton’s face turned positively white at the interruption while she was droning on and on about her impressive son off touring the continent and soon to be home. Of course, it was hard to decipher where her outrage began under the pale lead powder caked onto her cheeks.

“If you will excuse me Countess… but rest assured, I will be pleased to have an introduction to the new Earl upon his return.”

The pasty woman fawned over my words but I did not miss the disgruntled glare directed towards Max’s mother before she huffed off in the opposite direction. The crinkle in the elder woman’s eyes as she laced my arm through hers reminded me entirely too much of the son.

“You can thank me later…”

“You are positively diabolical!”

“Oh, I’m sorry… would you rather stand there another hour or two even, listening to the proper scholarly itinerary a proper English gentleman should undertake… and commiserate on the horrid conditions of said proper English gentlemen living in the most improper accommodations while taking a proper travel to the east?” Her brows rose in surprise. “I can most properly call her ba…”

“No! I will thank you properly now rather than later, Lady Elisabetta.”

“You’re quite welcome… and do call me Elisabetta, you English, and your titles. But… you are Spanish, not English.”

We passed through a threshold and strolled onto a nearby veranda overlooking the gardens in silence. It was still early in the day, the sun bright but not too warm yet. And luckily, the babe seemed to be in the best of moods as I managed to finish an entire meal without one notion of illness.

“Trust me,” I laughed, “the Spanish are just as obsessed with the ranks of nobility.”

“Perhaps… but with everything that has changed… so radically and quickly here in England… why do you stay?”

“In England?”

She nods. “It is my wish to see my son return home, I imagine your parents feel the same. And it is not as if you seem enthralled with Court as most of the young people here…”

“I don’t?”

“Oh, you try. But I’ve noticed your attempts to avoid others… you’re quite skilled at evading personal questions and then there is the very clever way you show just the right amount of curiosity in gossip that I believe you have very little actual interest in. It is rather impressive witnessing it in one so young.”

I laughed again and shook my head while trying to assess the line of her questioning. She was correct and far too observant. I was careful most times, a trait I learned quickly and of necessity with all my unmentionable activities. These courtiers loved to talk… about themselves, about other people. Encouraging them to do just that meant I spoke far less. Giving credit where credit was due, Francis was a good teacher. If only he had the foresight to educate me in the art of non-procreative copulation.

“Surely it is just that I am not much of a morning person, Lad… Elisabetta. I’m quite sociable and have many friends. You just pointed out just how popular titles tend to be around here…”

“I think we both know that friends of The Duchess are quite different from friends of your own.”

Too shrewd.

“It is enough.”

“Is it…? I find it curious… why stay in a country all alone when you certainly have a family to return to, as I mentioned… things here are… uncertain. You could go home.”

My stomach coiled but not from the child. I could see how odd it might seem. Until the Queen’s child was born no one knew how things would play out for England. With Princess Mary missing… well… not missing, not really. She was in Spain, courtesy of Blanca. And the seat of power for England may very well lead to the shores of Spain any day now. I could go back… set my cap for what might appear to the rest of the world as the stronger claim should Anne not produce a male child.

“My home is here. Westerland. England.” I paused trying to think of the words to explain it to her. “I am no longer my father’s daughter… no longer a widowed wife. I am the Duke of Westerland and I have responsibilities here in England… my people, my lands. This is my duty… my life now. I would not forsake it.”

“You are proud…”

“I am.” There was no hesitation. This was the one part of my life that I felt certain about. “Proud of what I have accomplished. Proud of what I’ve become. Less than a year ago Westerland was decaying from within, its coffers were nearly depleted. Debts were choking what little the Duchy had left and the wealth that my family brought to the previous Duke was quickly being squandered away from frivolous pursuits.”

“The previous Duke… your husband?”

“The man I was married to.” My jaw flexed mutinously. Her expression was unreadable.

“It is not easy, I’m aware… the burden of being a powerful and influential woman in this world.”

And I suppose she would; understand that is. From what I gathered, Lady Elisabetta was the head of her household… the matriarch. Her husband and sons deferred to her on matters of the greatest import.

“Then you understand why this is my home… why I must remain here and continue to do the work I have been given.”

“You and my son have become rather good friends I do believe.” She finally said after a significant pause. The abrupt change of topic was almost dizzying in its swiftness.

“Pardon?”

“Maximillian…”

“I… yes, I know your son.” Her brow rose slightly. “I mean… that is to say that I am aware of whom you speak. I…” I cleared my throat nervously. “I’m quite certain Lord Maximillian has gained many friends in his time here at court.”

“I do believe he is quite charmed by you…”

I quickly shook my head, uncertain why she wished to discuss this. I had convinced myself that she was completely oblivious to the intimacies I shared with Max, and perhaps she was. But it wouldn’t hurt to try dissuading any lingering doubts. “It is your son who is the charmer. I am lucky to have had the chance to make his acquaintance.” I chuckled, waving my hand as if this was all of no consequence. “Honestly, I imagine there are several young ladies wholly interested in his attention… You might be happy to know he likely has his pick of a very esteemed list should he, or you, be interested…”

“Perhaps… and yet he has made the effort to introduce only one to me personally.”

I squirmed as my mind went completely blank. What should I… could I say to that. Perhaps Max simply had not gotten around to it yet. Perhaps because he wasn’t doing as much socializing since the deaths… perhaps…

“As you pointed out, I’m rather reclusive at times. Perhaps he thought it prudent to pull me into the introduction or it might never have happened.”

That Max-like smirk was back on her face sending my stomach flipping.

“I thought to enlist your help in convincing him to…”

“Mother, there you are…” My heart skipped a beat as I turned to see him strolling right in our direction. “Your Grace” he smiled in greeting. Anxiously I adjusted my skirts and sat a bit more erect before offering my own greeting all the while praying that neither could sense my sudden anxiety.

“Lord Max, good day to you.”

“You were searching for me?”

Suddenly we both turned, his mother sat there looking between us both. Luckily… hopefully, the darkness of my skin concealed my sudden flush.

“I thought you were off for a stroll.”

“I did.”

“You appear to be sitting mighty prettily.” He uttered before greeting her with a kiss.

“Well, I did have to stroll to this seat, or did you think your mother sprouted wings like a falcon somehow?”

He shook his head with a chuckle. “What are you two conspiring about?”

I simply couldn’t speak with my heart wedged in my throat.

“I was just trying to convince Colette here to aid me in getting you home…”

“Mother…”

“Your Grace…” I jumped, the other two following my sight as Sabrina rushed up to the three of us next. “I’m sorry, Your Grace. My Lady… Lord” she bobbed a curtsy.

“What is it, Sabrina?”

“It is the Queen, Your Grace, she has requested your presence straight away.”

Could the day get any more stressful?

*******************

Max escorted me to the Queen’s Great Chamber despite my insistence that he needn’t bother. With Francis’ warnings ringing in my mind and now Max’s mother’s words reminding me of the uncertainty of everything around me at the moment it was difficult not to be on edge. The widowed wife of an ex-lover who had the power over what happened next in my life… a life that would include not only me but the currently fatherless child I carried. It was daunting, to say the least.

“I hope mother is being kind.”

“Of course… would she not?”

He chuckled. “Depends, I suppose, on who you ask.”

“She is a formidable woman.”

I did not notice him peering over at me. “I’m not sure if that is a compliment or not.”

“Indeed it is. I admire her a great deal.”

He smiled. “I believe she does you too.” I am certain I muttered something appreciative or complimentary but I would be a liar to say I knew what. “So what made you so upset then, if not my mother?”

I swallowed a lump and frowned slightly. I knew I was expected but I needed to gather myself… mentally… physically. I paused mid-stride causing Max to do the same. I must have looked more upset than even I thought when he glanced along the empty corridor then pulled me into a nearby salon.

“Do I appear distraught?”

“It is perhaps that I am familiar with you…” He confirmed after a hesitant glance. “Is it this meeting with the Queen that has you so?”

I took a deep breath. It had been his presence that set me on edge initially and with him standing there, looking concerned over me... it didn't help much. Talking to his mother, her desire to have me actually help to send Max away made my heart clench tighter than it should. How was it possible for me to ache so for two men? Then while that bombshell was being digested here comes the dreaded summons. I couldn’t appear in front of Anne looking agitated. After several moments of silence, Max took my hands gently into his and asked in a softer tone…

“Are you against the Queen?”

“What?” I think I shivered but quickly began to shake my head. “No… no of course not. Her claim you mean?”

He nodded, searching my face. Slowly he tucked a strand of loose hair behind one ear.

“Then you shouldn’t distress so… I am sure the meeting is quite customary in situations like this.”

I almost laughed. What situation could he possibly be thinking of? For the first time, I wondered just how much of my past Max may be aware of. I never considered that he might know of my liaison with Henry but he seemed quite unruffled about the whole thing. If Francis were to be believed this meeting was in no way customary.

Suddenly, he leaned in and softly brushed his lips against mine. Immediately all the anxiety sparked into something far more invigorating. It took me a moment of standing there, eyes closed, mouth parted, and foolishly holding my breath before I realized he had already pulled back. I found him watching… a mischievous grin on his face when I finally came to my senses.

“You are a cruel tease.” I hissed as my nipples strained against the silk of my dress.

“Just giving you something else to consider besides a meeting with her highness. That, I am sure, is simply an effort to touch base with her nobles… to assess loyalties.” He stepped closer, the full length of his body teasing mine while he tauntingly dragged the tip of one finger across my bare shoulder and across then between my cleavage. “and since you have no schemes against the crown… you may now spend your moments contemplating ways to scheme a little revenge against me.”

“You are attempting to seduce me…” I hissed raggedly.

“It is never far from my mind Colette. Even when I am being an utter boar.”

*****************

We did not delay much longer, after Max’s more than effective temptations. He saw me to the Queen’s chamber where he secretly brushed his bare hand against my flesh once more before leaving my presence. The tingles lasted all of a few seconds. If this meeting had been anything as he imagined, it is likely I would have only thought of him and indeed ways to torment him as he had me. But alas this meeting was not that. Only Queen Anne and Lady Mary were present in the room I was ushered into. The sympathetic but encouraging glance from Mary had all the previous thoughts and feelings of anxiety rushing back.

It appeared that Francis had been correct. There were a few moments of ideal chatter… with Anne inquiring about the Duchy as she had on the many times we’d sat together in the past. But this meeting… it felt an awful lot like the first. When I was led to the Queen’s chamber for a bit of cards and I knew then… as I knew now that her questions were not innocent curiosity. She wasn’t as conniving as she had been the first time though. No… before too long she came right out with it, directly inquiring as to the relationship between myself and her late husband.

And the words lodged in my throat as I glanced between the two women.

“Henry is dead…” Francis’ words rang back to me. There was no one to protect, save me.

And so I admitted the truth. Simply, truthfully. Explaining that the affair was concluded long before she was made queen… that the King had never lain with me while her husband. Then the silence was deafening, my heart drumming in my ears as I awaited the condemnation she was sure to reign down on me.

But it never came. Instead, moments later, she nodded, even smiled as she thanked me for my honesty. I wouldn’t say that I was utterly relieved by her response but a ton of pressure lifted. But when she continued, giving permission that I may remain unwed at my choosing I think I waited for the floor to open up and suck me right in. There was the added caveat that upon my childless death the titles and lands would revert to an English noble but that was only to be expected.

As far as the English Crown was concerned, my title, lands, position were all secure. For now at least. So long as Anne continued to hold influence.

6. Soiree - DONE

It wasn’t the first time, nowhere near in fact, that I slipped through the halls of that castle, cloaked, in the middle of the night. Yet, there was still excitement in it. One would think in my current circumstances I would start to play things safer, to refrain from putting myself in situations that potentially offered additional scandal to be heaped upon my head. But there I was, clutching the lapel of my cape furtively darting through the dimmed halls and out across a star-lit stone path until the soft crush of grass dipped underfoot. 

The hum of low voices conspiring… giggling with excitement darted across the riverbank. There I arrived and waited, mixed with an array of cloaked shadows ahead and behind. 

“You look as if you’ve come to tempt the devil himself...”

There was something provocative in the softly taunting words that made chills string down my back.

“I hear they say you have some sway in that regard, Sir Vicar of Hell.”

“Where did you hear that?” There was no shame in his tone…

“Now, now, I would not care to give away all of my secrets.”

“Have you got so many now?”

“Secrets? Or spies…?”

The brightness of his eyes spreading under the moonlight was followed by a muffled chuckle.

“I do believe that you seek ways to surprise me.”

“You suggest that my awareness is solely to your benefit.”

“Ah… still on the hunt for some unsuspecting bridegroom then? You found my recommendations lacking?”

“I do believe that you purposefully advised very properly dull candidates for the position, Lord Bryan.”

I was certain I caught the edge of a smirk. “Come now, they were all quite appropriate. Not a wastrel among them.”

“Nor any sort of riveting temperament at all I dare say.”

“I was under the impression your requirements were kindness and likeability… romance and courtly love and all that frivolity.”

“I shall have attraction as well, desire… someone that would be the…” I caught myself… hesitating as the thought continued silently… someone to be the father of my children. Not child. Chills raced down my spine. I’d barely given thought to children at all until now, before my grand mistake. And yet, here I was plotting for future ones?

“Would be what?”

I blinked. Luckily an attendant stepped up and indicated the next boat for loading. Unluckily, Francis took the opportunity to secure a few more moments alone as he slid in beside me.

“You were saying…” he probed again, apparently unwilling to relent on the topic.

I shrugged lightly with a coy grin, “oh just… someone able to keep up with me.”

“Ahh… see now… that is a rarer find indeed.” He appeared as if he gave it great thought… “But alas… the last of the potential husbands left with the remaining visitors earlier in the day… this night is for a different sort of man altogether.”

“Men such as yourself, you mean?”

He smirked again. “I simply mean to caution that I doubt there will be many offers of marriage made this night.”

“Am I only allowed to venture out of my rooms when there are husbands to be found?”

“I doubt that you would be curtailed no matter the reason.”

I giggled, the sound drifting into obscurity over the soft lap of water brushing against the side of the small craft.

“I’m glad to see you more your usual self…”

My heart raced as was my wont to do in his presence or Max’.

“Do you see me as such?”

“The dark shade has diminished under your eyes and I see that you are not so thin as before. You are smiling again…”

“Perhaps I have become a superb thespian as a result of my time at Court.”

Suddenly we were docking. Francis moved quickly, stepping ashore before turning to assist me. Our bodies brush against the other and I was not mistaken that his hands lingered a few seconds longer than was respectable at my waist. But in the candle-lit darkness broken only by the vague hints of veiled bodies, it was unlikely that anyone would notice or care.

“I shall find you again this eve my scarlet temptress…”

The words and his lips grazed against my ear before his grip tightened ever so gently and then he was off, disappearing into the shadowy forms ahead.

**********************

It was impossible not to be enchanted by King Louis’ setting… I could easily picture fabled marvels occurring in these very woods.

And contrary to Francis’ words, there were still some marriageable gentlemen sprinkled throughout the crowd. Not that any of them proved to be of interest but they were there. And I was not often without the company of several admirers throughout the night. Or rather The Duchess was not. With the way some of them seemed to covet and extol the title I carried, I imagined securing a husband, and father for the child, would not be such an insurmountable task. And yet, as the night and attention wore on, it grew quite tiresome.

Besides, deep inside I knew that none of them would ever do. What I needed to be doing was figuring out how to speak with the potential fathers… or even perhaps, figuring out which of the two could I see spending the rest of my life with. Then I laughed sarcastically at myself. Who said I was the one that would make the decision after all? Either or both of them could reject me out of hand. There were no guarantees that either would be interested in marriage or fatherhood, not with me or anyone for that matter. Despite our possible friendships, despite our attractions… I was their lover. Neither played the role of a suitor, attempting to court me in a proper fashion.

I am not sure how much time passed, a couple of hours at least before anything noteworthy occurred. Until that point I simply worked my way through the crowd, pushing my wayward thoughts from my mind and just attempting to enjoy the evening. Then, I was finally alone. One of the few times that evening, hugging the dimmest corners of the wooded venue.

It was in this moment that I caught sight of Francis across the grassy knoll, being his usual charming self no doubt. I couldn’t help myself, I smirked as he coerced a grin out of the petite brunette he spoke with, the jewels around her neck sparkling nearly as much as the twinkle in her eye. I was not surprised, nor remotely concerned in all honesty. That was who Francis was… would always be. It was the man I had come to know, care about… with all his flaws and wicked tendencies.

But then, a moment later, the sound of familiar laughter taunted me, drawing my gaze in another direction. And strangely, my smile faltered. It was the first time that evening that I spotted him within the crowd. I suppose I had gotten it into my mind that he had not bothered to join the festivities… perhaps nursing his bad mood once more. But no, that turned out to be far from the case.

He wasn’t at the Castle, nor was he in a bad mood. He looked quite cheerful, boisterously so. My heart clenched as I watched him lean closer to the fair-haired beauty at his side. Her musical laughter slammed into me quite irritably. I wanted to look away but I simply couldn’t. Instead, I stood there, quite foolishly gawking at Max and his pretty little admirer.

To be fair, there were others there, in his crowd, surrounding him but it was the flaxen woman’s utter concentration and obvious admiration in his every word that had me feeling as if something vile had slithered down my throat. Another moment later he looked up, locking his hooded gaze and a lopsided grin upon me. My stomach contorted as I flattened my lips and clenched my teeth together sharply.

Thankfully, it was then that Mary came up toting a couple of mugs of ale. She was in a great mood, flirty and bubbly as usual. I did my very best to join in, turning firmly away from the happy scene across the way and presenting a false gaiety that dripped from my tongue as if I had been born to play the part.

As I had throughout the night to other cheerful guests, I sipped meagerly, discreetly setting the offered brew aside, hardly touched. Mary, however, was the only one to actually notice my action as she made a point of capturing the next beverage offered to me and proceeded to distract the admirer with some riveting tale. Eventually, she made her way to the side of a beautiful exotic courtier whom I had yet to make an acquaintance of, leaving me alone once more to my strange and disarming thoughts.

Unprepared and unwilling to continue performing, I slipped away. I followed a narrow, dimly lit path I assumed would lead back to the embankment and potentially I could convince one of the servants to see me back to the opposite shore. The night, unfortunately, had lost some of its flair.

“I hope that you are not out here seeking another…”

A hand reached out, muffling the squeal that tore out of me as my eyes went big as robin’s eggs at the unexpected intrusion into my thoughts. It was a couple of seconds more, his head twisted slightly while he swayed against me seemingly focused on the world around us, listening perhaps… assessing if anyone would seek to learn the nature of my sudden outburst. But no sounds returned… nothing stirred, just the scent of him and the thumping of my heart.

Slowly, he looked down. The darkness concealed the usual brightness of his eyes. Or maybe there was something more. The blue was now more ashen… his pupils dark and dilated. The aroma of sweet wine breathed from his lips, so near it caused chills to race down my spine. In the seconds we stood there one of his arms had worked its way around my waist, fingers digging into my side and holding me close. Whether for support or nearness, I could not be sure.

“Who do you seek out here?” It was a demand, soft but thick, mumbled… perhaps urgent. I didn’t move, my mind reeling with unanswered and stupid questions. The excuse for waiting though was blatantly pressed across my lips. Belatedly, he must have realized and finally slipped his hand away.

“I could ask you the same question!” Why, oh why, did I sound so accusatory? The image of him early flashing across my mind only served to make me less inclined to soften even when every inch of me longed to lean in closer.

“Ask me?”

“Yes.” I wiggled attempting to free myself only to earn a firmer tug and his head lowering, his lips grazing across my throat. His voice sounded far away, distracted when he finally whispered…

“Ask me what?”

I trembled hard, my mind and limbs turning to mush as he began nibbling against my flesh.

“The same question…” I choked out, grinding my teeth together as I tried desperately to hold on to some semblance of sanity. But his fingers had moved into action now as well, stroking up my sides, slowly shifting around to cup my recently ultra-sensitive breasts. The gentle pressure of his palms squeezing tore a throaty whimper out of me.

“What question…” my eyes rolled back, thinking… trying to. His forgetfulness was obviously becoming contagious. I shook my head but moaned instead of answering. “God, I’ve missed touching you…”

“Who…” I spit out but could hardly breathe let alone think as he trailed soft delicate kisses along my clenched jaw.

A low snicker followed. “You…”

I shook my head while trying to wedge my hands between us, to stall him. Finally, I managed just enough resolve to choke out “who you sought to meet…?”

Slowly, he lifted his head and I could see a curiosity… his confusion.

“Who would I be meeting out here other than you?”

“I don’t know… any of the ladies so eager for your attention… and more…”

There was silence to my huffed accusation followed by the gentle caress of a finger trailing down the side of my cheek then brushed across my lips. I shut my eyes against the tenderness of it, tried to harden myself against his delicate onslaught but I was weakening and I couldn’t even rightly say why I wanted to be so ornery towards him at the moment. All I knew is that I was upset and his seduction only served to confuse me and obscured the feelings.

“Do you know how I ache for you, Colette?”

I groaned as a huge knot formed in my throat. The burn of unshed tears stung the back of my eyes. And I didn’t understand why. This is what has always been between us. What our relationship was about. Flirtation, desire...

“Yes, Max… lust has always come easy for us...” it was gut-wrenching to even say the words out loud. What was coming over me?

“If only it were that simple…” he hissed, swaying a bit more, to the point that I gripped his arms, attempting to steady him… us. But it was too late, the tumble to the ground was inevitable. And yet, somehow in his disoriented state, he cushioned the landing with his body, drawing me atop of him in the dew-soaked grass.

“Max…” I hissed back, squirming as my skirts got wrapped up in his legs. But then his hands were there, tugging at the garment, shifting it until he grazed bare flesh. My pulse raced erratically. “Max…” I choked out again.

“It is so much more…” he whispered against my cheek, a string of delicate pecks trailed to my lips. It was more than obvious he’d indulged overmuch, it was probable he would scarcely remember the night. “You are so much more.”

His hands continued to pull the hem of my skirt higher, exposing me to the cool night air, tingles coursed through me. But it was his words doing the most damage, stroking a flame that threatened to consume me.

“Oh, Max… we mustn’t” I whispered, placing my palms flat against his chest. My worries, the uncertainty of what is to become of my life… knowing that I needed to think straight not let these feelings overwhelm me.

“I must…” He growled and in an instant he switched places, my laying under him, feeling the length of him stretch out over me, grinding against the bunched fabric between my legs as his fingers stroked the length of my bare thighs. “Please Colette… we must...”

It was a plea, deep and aching. The hammering of my pulse deafening me. I trembled violently as his lips nibbled on my throat, across my cleavage. Driving me mad.

“I am with child, Max” I choked out, soft, barely audible even to my own ears. Saying the words aloud for the very first time.

But whether he heard or not, I would not know. Another low groan hissed from him as he mashed against me, wrestling with the thin scarlet layers separating us before his lips crushed my own. The feel of his tongue slipping between them, dragging the very last of my restraint away in an instant.

And then there was just the secret song of our bodies joining, indulging in the other. My worries would have to wait until the light of day.

7. Repose - DONE

Things continued to be precarious as the month dragged on. The courtier’s continued their usual escapades, with politics being the main course fare they feasted greatly on. There was literally no end to the tittling of intrigues and suspected alliances. Concerns over Anne’s position and labored condition were whispered with such frequency and such fervor that one might think there was naught else to occupy one’s time.

Which was hardly the case for myself, considering my own secret intrigue. But, perhaps because of my ordeal, I tried my best to focus on the Queen, seeking to offer comfort and companionable entertainment as a means of distracting her from said goings on. I could easily sympathize with the stress of it all… understanding the constant pressure, to a much smaller degree, that she must be suffering. With the burdens weighing on her, the responsibilities… expectations of those that continued to support her. Or those that claimed too. And despite her best efforts, far too many people were whispering about the toll it all seemed to be taking on her.

In all honesty, I was rather relieved when she was confined to the bed chamber. Not only for her own personal safety… but to also give less food for fodder. Out of sight, speculation continued to run rampant but at least she was not witness to the continued musings, no longer prone to enduring it first hand. Not that any of it stopped her from insisting on keeping abreast of any and all state matters.

I spent many days serving her highness, sequestered in the great chamber. If I were going to be additionally honest… solely to avoid dealing with my own problematic situation.

SEPTEMBER - DONE

1. Located - DONE

“You seem dutifully enthusiastic these days. Is there trouble with the Queen and the future heir?”

I was certain of my cautiousness entering the dining hall, I assumed, succeeding in my continued avoidance of the gentlemen I most needed to have a detailed discussion with. Especially as the time for said conversation was quickly eroding away. There was already the tiniest swell of my abdomen giving a pointed reminder that this was no time to dawdle. Yet… tarry I did. I had been successful as well… up to this point.

“The Queen and the future king are right as rain, Lord Bryan.”

“You’ve taken to soothsaying and prophesying now, Colette?”

“You mustn’t say such things.” His casual use of my name in the middle of the dining hall filled me with more angst than the dangerous accusation.

He smirked… “It was not I who alleged the masculinity of the unborn child.”

“Everyone knows it must be a King. Or else England may implode on itself… there must be no other outcome.”

“Your vehemence is commendable, however unpredictably naive. There is most certainly half a chance that those in the know are full of beetle dung.”

“Francis!” I hissed snatching up a plate to busy myself against his wicked tongue that morning.

He chuckled but as I began loading a few strips of the lamb upon a plate I realized his inaction beside me. Turning, I caught a glimpse of him scanning the room, locking on something that piqued my interest. He watched slyly, but intently on a small gathering a short distance away.

“I wonder if you’d tell that which has you so preoccupied of late regarding castle intrigue…”

He returned his gaze, looking far too casually careful. “Whatever do you mean?”

I pressed my lips together and arched a brow. A moment later I tipped my head in the direction across the room before turning back to the selection of bread ahead of me.

“It is not the first time I have witnessed you observing that family of late… the Seymours I believe…”

There was another prolonged silence while I finished my selection.

“Shall we walk a bit?”

“After I’ve made my plate?” He looked down and smirked. There were barely a few pieces of anything upon it… not much of a meal in truth.

“It is lovely out of doors, you can lunch upon the veranda…”

I considered objecting, on principle alone… but I was far more curious than I was hungry. Once we were settled he almost immediately petitioned my uncompromising discretion. It was a pointless request, of course, I would keep his secrets without a doubt. But still, I do not think I was especially prepared for what he said. His suspicions that the Seymours were planning something… potentially treasonous, at a minimum underhanded… towards the crown. And he didn’t find their schemes particularly stealthy. What exactly though? He was not sure, but he was aware that King Henry had started to become involved with the Seymour daughter prior to his death.

I was at a loss to be frank. Henry was not exactly known to be the most faithful of husbands on any given day but I simply could not guess what the Seymours thought they could achieve regardless of his dalliances. An affair with an unmarried woman would have no impact upon the crown… even should the liaison become fruitful. There was simply no possibility that the Seymours had any standing or claim to the English crown. If Anne did not provide the desired male heir… well the whispers abound that Princess Mary would seek the coveted next coronation.

Which led our conversation to distant shores. Initially, I hedged on the topic. It seemed like so long ago now, receiving that missive… learning what I knew. I’d written back to Blanca, briefly… cryptically. Should anyone intercept the letter, all they would find would be well wishes for her safety and good health. Which were both exceedingly true. I had no wish to see anything harmful befall my very first friend at Court, no matter the fact that in English eyes she had committed treason to the Crown absconding with the Princess as she had.

“I have word that The Princess is protected under the Spanish Crown…”

“You know this for a fact?” His brows creased as I finally disclosed what I’ve known for more than a month.

“She and her guards remain at Medina del Campo, taken there very shortly after the King’s funeral.”

“Who are your sources?” I pressed my mouth together.

“Please do not ask me to name a traitor. Can you not simply take my word for it, I assure you that the source and information is unquestionable. I tell you solely because I trust that should you choose to disclose the knowledge you are capable of doing so cunningly.”

“Tell me truly, were you involved, Colette?”

“No!” I quickly countered but then… “Or if so, it was neither by consent nor knowledge.”

His eyes narrowed and lips thinned as he glanced around quickly.

“Heed me in never uttering even a hint that, even unwittingly, you were. From this day on the answer should always be no should it come up again.”

“Of course not, I am no pied ninny, Francis”

“No, I know you are not. I just… I’d see you safe.”

“You’ve said that before.”

“I meant it then as well as now.” I could see he did indeed mean it, flooding me with sentiment and appreciation. I smiled softly. But within seconds my mind was reeling, tossing thoughts around that I wished I could leave unconsidered. What did his concern mean… was it just that of a friend or could there be something more. And why, all of a sudden, did the idea of him caring a bit more than usual feel me with sudden fear… dread even? 

“By your leave, I’ll let you to your meal… there are some things I must attend to.”

“Yes, certainly. I apologize for keeping you so long.”

He smirked while rising. “I need no apology for spending time with you… though…” He leaned down and uttered in a much softer tone... “to be sure, I’d not mind it done in a less visible place.”

“Always with your rakish ways…” I snickered but quietened at his thoughtful expression.

“I seem to recall your being quite eager to be tutored in those ways…”

I squirmed, much to his pleasure I assumed from the wicked gleam and spreading of his lips.

“We shall continue this conversation… soon.”

And with that, he took his leave. I, however, sat there much longer, prodding at the sampling of food that I never bothered to eat while contemplating the men in my life.

*****

A couple of days later, the news regarding Princess Mary’s location… the fact that she was safe and secure in Spain began spreading like a brush fire. Not surprisingly, I learned that Francis had been the one to break the news to Anne. And although I was not privy to the conversations held behind closed doors… those where Anne met with her top advisors… it was clear that the decision had been made to ignore the revelation… or rather the Princess herself.

Life, at Hampton Court Palace, continued on without her.

2. Observation - DONE

The next few days were more of a blur as the Grand Ceremony planned by Anne to reveal a portrait of the late King came to fruition. No expense was spared for her celebration of Henry. The extravagant display was enthusiastically and universally admired among the nobility still in attendance, continuing to offer their fealty and deference to the heavily expectant Queen.

I suppose it was odd to some, well, even to me, the sudden fervor with which I served the Queen. Not that I was not always of service. I simply found time for other things, unlike lately. I put most of my energy each day into aiding the Queen in whatever capacity she had a need. And when I would find my chambers, staring at the ceiling sleeplessly at night, I’d start to reflect on why that was.

I continued to avoid my own situation.

Even then, standing with the other Queen’s Ladies, I spied both men in the crowd. The two I must need speak with. I should have done so long before now but yet I worried and hedged and sought refuge in my duties.

There were other reasons I stuck close to the Queen that had nothing to do with them. I had the unique opportunity to learn from Anne’s condition. What to expect, what to concern myself with. Being near allowed me to learn the tricks used to offer her the most comfort, what advice the doctors gave for ailments and fatigue… and apparently elevated emotions. That last bit had been such a revelation that I actually gasped out loud when it was mentioned one day.

Perhaps the baby attributed to my erratic emotions the night of Louis’ party. I’d come to call it what I knew it to be. I’d been jealous. Burning with envy. It was a new emotion. Something I do not recall ever feeling over Francis and his many flirtations. At least, not to the degree I had with Max. It had to be the child making my mind go haywire… right?

My stomach flipped when our eyes met across the room. But I glanced away before reading too much into his gaze. Spotting Francis was met with the same consideration or lack thereof. I redoubled my concentration on the ceremony instead.

Pretending fatigue, I sent my regrets to Francis after Anne retired to her chambers. I simply could not fathom navigating the crowds, or more importantly controlling my emotions where they were concerned.

3. Lineage - DONE

The news of a royal marriage was almost always extremely good or bad, depending on where your views on politics lay. New alliances and new enemies were acquired with the stroke of a pen.

After a couple weeks of relative normalcy the unthinkable happened. An alliance was born… bred… conspired. A Catholic one. Meant, no doubt, to send shockwaves through the entirety of England. The Princess Mary was engaged to wed Philip of Spain… the son of the Holy Roman Emperor, among several other royal titles.

The Queen’s Great Chamber was rather full at the time, with her meeting with the King’s men on a regular basis those days. Several were already chatting with her highness while others awaited their moment, keeping some of us company biding their time.  Already in a delicate condition, the added stress from the news took its toll… making Anne quite agitated. Before too long, her distress turned dangerous, bloodstains confirmed the trauma to her and the babe while all of us watched on in horror.

There was little time to indulge in our fright though. The men were seen out while several of us rushed to assist the Queen and others worked to hurriedly prepare the chamber for the new child.

On two separate occasions I was pulled away, informed that I had been called for. Both times by Francis. The first was just after we removed the men. He should have understood that these things take time… but of course, it was Francis and he wanted news. I was quick to reassure him, although I was not anywhere near as confident as I tried to make myself sound. None of us within the chamber were, I could tell. But it wouldn’t help to expand on the anxiety that could be felt within. I let him know that it was still too early to know anything one way or the other.

The second was just after the midwives arrived, some time after we were sequestered within tending to her highness. They should have arrived long before… we were all rather helpless within, doing our best to comfort the pain Anne endured.

“What transpires?” He asks insistently, gripping my elbow and tugging me steps away from others that waited for news.

“Francis…” I hissed. “You mustn’t pull me away, I am needed…”

“Does she start the birthing or will this pass…?”

“The birth will happen this day…” I admitted, gravely. It was as much as the midwives could tell. There was no word on whether mother or child would succeed through it. The look he gave me proved he understood quite clearly what I did not say. “I must get back… I assure you, I will give you information once I have some to share…”

He nodded crisply but held me back a moment longer.

“Thank you, Colette.”

I nodded as well, then rushed back to the Queen’s side.

It could have been a hour or four… I honestly could not say, but eventually a son was born to a round of relieved smiles. Mine included as the loud, healthy wail filled the room. My heart skipped a beat watching the tiny fingers and toes curl angrily at the coolness that introduced it to the world. Someone worked to wipe the birth from his tiny body and wrap him snuggly into a blanket as Mary excitedly slipped out to inform the court that our new King had arrived.

My joy, however, was short-lived. It soon became apparent that Anne was not out of danger, something was wrong as she continued to struggle with wrecking pain and bleeding. Another child would come, it was told, then it was fact. A girl. Just as loud and proud as her elder brother, shouting to the world of her entry into it.

Tears stung my eyes as I watched, again, the tiny limbs flailing wildly before being swaddled tenderly.

“Lady Colette!...” Snapping back to attention I blinked at Lady Avis then nodded… following instructions I rushed from the room. Stepping into the hall, I rushed to wipe the wetness from my cheeks.

“What has happened?! Anne…” My heart continued to race, emotional over the sight I'd just witnessed. The miracle of birth… of motherhood. I was utterly confused when Francis rushed up, looking extremely worried. His face looked pale, eyes crossed as if preparing himself for horrid news.

A warm, misty-eyed grin spread wide across my face turning his look to confusion.

“Everything’s perfect… I must find the Lady Mary… there is a girl.”

“A girl?”

I giggled then, gripping his arm enthusiastically as another couple happy tears slipped down my cheeks.

“Twins! All will be well… I must find Mary…”

His confusion vanished, replaced by a joyful smile as he told of Mary’s last seen location before I took off, leaving him standing there staring after me curiously.

OUTFITS
Clandestine Soirée


ROUND 1 DONE

Last edited by BambiFoxx (24/07/2021 at 12:31)

Form

Name: Lady Felicia Compton, Baroness Morley
Age: 23
Face claim: Jenna Coleman

Important relationships:
Lord Louis - Felicia might have gone into the relationship with Louis being, a very enjoyable, means to an end, but is probably more smitten by him than she knows herself
Lord George - Felicia enjoys his company, flirting and all, another potential means to an end but we'll have to see where is might lead.
Lady Cressida - Felicia enjoys her company, consider her a good friend and potential confidant
Queen Anne - Felica respects the woman a great deal, will worry for Anne during the pregnancy and will care for the Queen anyway she's needed
Arthur - Felicia's husband since five years, while they understand each other very well, they have different views of the world. Pops up at court now and maybe later
Do you attend the parties? Oui!
Your role in child delivery? Help the midwife
Interests: Louis, George, Cressida

August

To strive for happiness

Felicia had since she was a child thought herself deserving of utter happiness. The mindset might have been brought on by being spoiled rotten and doted on throughout her childhood. Or the fact that her mother claimed Felicia came into the world with a smile on her face, brought with her happiness to spread all around, and so she had derived her name. Although she was no stranger to be spoiled, or being doted on, in womanhood too, she would never settle for it to happen upon her. To be happy, she would strive, with everything in her power, to have it so. 

However, the last month had not been one for smiles. July had been for tears of grief and grave expressions. While the whole country mourned the death of their King, a tragedy shared by all, Cressida carried the death of her sister Isabella alone and so Felicia tried to carry some of that burden with her.

The black lingered into August but behind a solemn brow Felicia tried her best to keep her heart lit. She had smiles to offer when they were asked for. In the light of death, she had always found herself wanting celebrate life. And while life was on its way in the form of the Queen’s growing belly, it was not an untroubled one. Revival was instead found in a pair of arms that never seemed to grow tired to hold her.

Nocturnal encounters

The knock at the door had Felicia look up from her reading. It was late, but her head was still wide awake from the day’s tension and obligations, she had thought turning a few pages would get her yawning, but not yet. There was no time for her to ask who it might be before the door opened, and then quickly closed, allowing a familiar figure to slip through.

“Your Grace,” Felicia stood, snapping the book closed in her hands. She was dressed for bed, in nothing but her smock, not for receiving visitors but then, for this kind of visit she might be over dressed still. “I wasn’t expecting you this evening,” she smiled.

“Not a bad surprise I hope, Felicia,” Louis drawled as he ventured further into the room, his eyes already taking in what could be glimpsed through the linen.

“Never,” she mused. She put down the book and the table to approach him. “Do you want wine, Your Grace?”

“Not unless you’re having.” He grabbed her by the waist, and she brushed her lips against his cheek.

“I was about to take to my bed,” Felicia giggled, “but sleep wouldn’t find me, instead you did.” She untied the smock at the neckline and let it drop to the floor. “Would you join me?”

“Oui, madame,” Louis breathed and tightened his embrace.

“But, you must know, Your Grace, after tomorrow, you can’t come here,” she said with something between a giggle and a gasp as his hand had found the curve of her breast. He kissed her again and she demanded his lips right back, until it was time to reach for breath again. “Your Grace,” she hummed, running a finger over his cheek, passing over his lips then down his chin. “My husband arrives tomorrow.” She held his eyes, searching for a shift, for something. Louis knew her husband was coming but they had never spoken of the subject more than her mentioning it. There was no reason for him to care – after all she had been bold enough in expressing her desires, but... she didn’t want to dissuade him in any way but perhaps was it what her pocket of anxiety caused right then.

Because his grip loosened. “Do you want me to leave?” But his eyes still burned, burning blushes over her cheeks.

“No,” she blurted, then smiled, running her hand up his cheek again. “No,” she repeated and kissed him with vigour to show him just how much she didn’t want him gone. His hand had slipped down to her waist, and she replaced it upon her breast. “I want you right here,” she whispered against his ear. And felt joyous to hear his low chuckle.

“Or perhaps here?” His hand moved.

“Yes”

The sex had Felicia spent and sleep closed in, but before it overtook her, she was jostled awake by the bed shifting beside her.

“Am I to worry about the fact that you are leaving in such a hurry, Your Grace?” Felicia asked, seeing Louis was already in the act of redressing. “I never meant any insult…”

“You should not worry, Baroness,” he said pulling the doublet over his shoulders he paused and looked at her. “Although I’m not welcome in your bed for coming weeks, you are to know I want you in mine.”

“Then you should know,” she said, moving over the bed to reach him where he stood at the other side. His eyes following her every movement were like caresses on her skin. She stood to help him refasten his doublet and his arms wrapped around her. “You may be unwelcome, but you are still wanted,” she dragged on the words and looked up at him under her lashes.

Lips met again, in sealed agreement.

Reunion

The needle wove in and out of the velvet. An arrangement of pink roses started to take form in the embroidery hoop. It was hardly Felicia’s finest work but the unease of late made for wanky stiches.

Felicia pulled on the silk thread, adding another stich to a blush pink petal. The ladies present were all at work with their talents, the chatter kept low, much different to the giggles and gossiping which was the everyday back when the King was alive and the Queen her cheeky self. She looked up at a heavy sigh to find Queen Anne eyes closed and a hand pressed to the side of her belly, there was a grimace on her face which she tried to breathe through.

“Your Majesty?” Felicia said in low words, putting her hoop down and closing the short distance. She liked to keep close to the pregnant queen, making herself of use when she was needed. “Is there pain?” She didn’t want to cause and uproar and alert the whole room if there was no alarm, but her eyes roamed for Lady Mary. The Queen’s sister had only left to get a cup of wine, and probably stretch her legs at the same time as she hardly left her sister’s side. Neither Lady Avis hardly ever diverted from the Queen’s side, but in the quiet afternoon she had found herself off to see to some of the new arrivals, responsibilities she couldn’t ignore. Catching Felicia’s worried gaze, Lady Mary strode back with long but not visibly urgent strides.

“Don’t fret,” the Queen moaned, “he’s only kicking.”

“Here, have some wine,” Lady Mary offered, once again at her sister’s side.

“Kicking like he’s ready to see the dawn of day,” Anne tried for lightness, but it was obvious the lively baby was causing her discomfort. “Leave the wine for now, he’s making me regret the food I managed for midday.”

Both Mary and Felicia knew better than to ask if the Queen needed to lie down, Anne had stubbornly held herself upright, to prove herself to be a Queen chosen by god. But she was also a grieving, expecting, widow.

“It’s a good sign, Your Majesty,” Felicia said, “that he’s moving. Strong and full of life.”

“Already preparing for his sword fights,” Mary added, grabbing her sister’s hand. The bones were more protruding than a month ago.

Felicia took up her embroidery. They kept up the easy conversation, the promise of a time with a healthy baby and less weight to carry. “I think he might have fallen asleep,” the Queen said after a while, hand resting at the top .

“Perhaps he simply needed to hear his mother’s voice,” Felicia smiled.

“If it was only so easy.”

A maid came up to them then and curtsied with eyes diverted.

“Yes, girl?” Lady Mary spoke.

“I’ve been sent to tell the Baroness Morely her husband has arrived, my lady, your majesty.” The girl was about to rush away again after a quick curtsey, but Felicia managed to grab her cuff before she rushed off.

“Where is the Baron now?”

“He would still be in the courtyard, my lady.” With a curt nod Felicia let go of the girl.

“I expected him to arrive late,” she said, almost apologetic.

“Now Baroness,” Lady Mary said with a grin, “are you not running to greet your husband?”

“If my Queen could spare me, of course I’d like to.”

“It’s quite right, you should go and greet your husband Felicia, you have been long parted.” The Queen answered kindly.

“Thank you, Your Majesty,” Felicia rose and curtsied, she felt heat fill her cheeks, the excitement she felt was perhaps silly for a woman her age but then it was also tinged with a hint of shame, to remind the Queen of a husband she had not seen in a long while, difference being that the Queen would never do so again. “I’ll return with haste, Your Majesty.”

“Nonsense,” the Queen said, “take your time to catch up with your husband, we can spare you for the rest of the afternoon.”

With another expression of gratitude, Felicia exited the apartments. She hurried down the hallways to the speed that had heads turning, but she didn’t care much, she wanted to catch Arthur before he left the courtyard and she had to run around the whole court to track him down.

“Arthur!” She called out as she saw him coming out of the stables. She laughed as his face lit up when he spotted her. Rushing to meet him threw her arms around his neck and the reunited in a tight embrace. Gone, for the moment, was decorum and propriety, but he wouldn’t care and who except a few stable hands were there to witness? Probably more than you’d think, as it always was at court, but she laughed as he held her.

“Felicia, my dear, I’ve missed you. But I’m afraid the dirt of the road has now rubbed off on you.”

“You are not alone in the sentiment,” Felicia giggled, “and that doesn’t matter, I’m overjoyed seeing you.” She kissed his cheek but froze as another man came out of the stables, wearing saddlebags over his shoulders. To any other it was simply her husband’s manservant, but Felicia better. “I told you not, you shouldn’t have brought him with you,” she murmured, stepping out of the embrace.

“Don’t be cross with me,” Arthur smiled as he saw where her eyes had wandered. “You know I’m most happy when I have the both of you at my side.”

She diverted her eyes. From the before their marriage, she had known Arthur desired men, and it had never bothered her that they were men. There had been a young knight a couple of years ago whom Felicia remembered fondly. Both Arthur and she had enjoyed his company, Felicia only the conversation as he stayed for plenty of dinners, in the end the you knight had made an advantageous match and married, as they often did. Felicia was bothered by the present man, the servant, the lack of class. Perhaps it shouldn’t bother her as much as it did, and though she had tried she was poor at hiding her feelings. “I just want you to be careful, here at court eyes are everywhere, remember that.”

“Always,” Arthur murmured and then gave her a peck on the lips. “My mood always lightens when your letter arrives, but it’s nothing to actually see you. Know, that you are the sole reason I take the journey and endure the stay.”

“I know you are curious about the goings on too, but thank you for saying so. Felicia tittered and brushed some dust of his cheek. “Should I guide you to your rooms, where you might wash this dirt off you.”

“By all means, lead the way.”

Pillow talk

Felicia covered her yawn with the back of her hand. “Are you tired or bored senseless?” Arthur asked across the chessboard. They had spent countless of nights like this, talking and drinking over the chessboard, in front of a crackling fire. Felicia had never played before their marriage, and while she learned to play, she could never count herself a good player, lacking both in patient and foresight. It happened that she managed to throw Arthur off his game for a while, with a completely illogical move, but he always took it home in the end.

Felicia smiled. “Only tired. I love this, it reminds me of home.” Before she had left for court, the evenings had started to grow tedious and stifling now, it was a comforting presence. It had only been a few days since Arthur arrived, but Felicia was constantly reminded how much she had missed him. “We can finish it tomorrow, though I’m sure you already know how it will play out. I should go to bed, tomorrow is as early as today.”

She rose. He stayed seated and she bent down planting a kiss on his lips, she knew it wasn’t romantic for him, but she had always savoured them.

“Would you mind if I stayed?” He asked when she stepped back, a hand on her arm.

“You want to stay?” He had taken her by surprise, as both her words and expression told plainly.

“Unless you are waiting other company, in which case you should have told me, and I’d make myself scares,” he grinned lopsided. “But you have not minded me spending the night in your bed before.”

“Of course not,” she shook her head, changing the shocked features for a smile. Since he arrived he hadn’t stayed after their evenings, “you know you are always welcome to.”

She set about smothering the candles but left one for him to undress. She slipped out of her dress robe, only wearing the linen smock underneath. She had stepped out of her gown and underlayers before Arthur had arrived, the day had been tiresome, and she had needed the relaxed evening. It was cold under the covers, but it would soon heat up.

“Is Boleyn one of your bedfellows?” Arthur asked as slipped into the other side of the bed. She looked at him. “George Boleyn, Viscount Rochford. Brother of our Queen,” he continued.

“What instigates that question?” Felicia asked with a puzzled frown, while loosely braiding the length of her hair.

“He sang your praises today, quite boldly too. And it was the way he said it – as if it wasn’t only your conversation he admired,” Arthur chuckled.

Felica felt quite smug. “That’s nice to hear, isn’t?” She reached for a ribbon at the bedside table to tie of her braid.

“He told me quite sternly I was not to take you from the Queen’s – his sister’s as he made a point of – side, perhaps he doesn’t want you gone from his side either.”

She laughed, smoothing the covers over the legs.

“That is hardly an answer,” he commented.

“You have to agree I am charming enough to warrant such an impression,” she grinned at him. He raised his eyebrows and she continued. “Alas, no, he is not. Though I do not think he’d be against it.”

“Then why not?”

The question took her aback in the sense she found she had not ready answer for it. “I don’t know. Why do you ask, do you imagine the more the better?”

“No reason,” he said quickly, “but he’s expressive and enjoyable company.”

Arthur didn’t look her in the eye, but she recognised that expression. “You like him.” A giggled slipped. “I have no hard proof but from his approach towards me, I would say his interests lay straight, but you have always had better eye for that than me.”

“I’m sure you are right,” he said meeting her gaze. Normally she would always caution him to be careful while he was at court, but now frankly, she was happy any peer turned his head, if only just that. “I sure like him better than the French.” His voice dropped away from humorous.

“You are not to goad His Grace, under any circumstance,” she said, giving him a side look.

“His Grace?” Arthur snorted. “I thought you’d be more familiar but perhaps he is as pompous in private. He constantly hints at his superiority –“

“I can call him Louis, should that for some reason please you more,” there was edge to her words, “besides, he is your superior, both he and George, which I wouldn’t think you’d forget.”

“I didn’t mean superior in status but as a man.”

His words made her smile kindly and put a hand on his arm. Arthur could just have read into the situation, but Felicia could very well imagine him being right, especially after the run in she had with Louis earlier that day. He had been pleasantly teasing about their situation at hand. She had nothing but encouraged him and further embolden he had pulled her into an empty library.

“He doesn’t know you as a man,” she said softly, “but don’t do anything stupid – “

“Now, why would I do that?”

“Because I know you can try to be smug, Arthur – and you have already proven yourself to be when we first met him – especially since you know more about our situation than Louis does, whatever he might think. He is powerful, intelligent and not to be trifled with. And most importantly I like him.”

“Of course, Lica,” Arthur said, kissing her brow. “But I still have the right not to like him.” 

The silence filled the room before Felicia spoke again. “You never told me what you think of our Queen in her new position.”

“I’m not sure I have seen enough to form a proper opinion yet. But I think what you’ve written of her is a fair assessment. The Queen is not a fool, neither are her family advisors. But the real test will come once the baby is born.”

“Did you imagine her a fool? She managed to have our whoring Henry to resign the church only to have her on the right side of his bed.” Arthur gave her an amused side look. “God bless his soul,” Felicia added with a smirk. “The Queen is very aware what burden she carries – I only hope the worries and grief will have her loose it.”

“I think we will still have to wait and see if the Queen’s shrewd game was foolish or commendable. The King being dead or alive, the desire for an heir remain the same, by all.”

“A boy child would surely work to stabilize the crown.”

“It won’t make it worse, that’s for sure. I wished we had procured Princess Mary before she was shipped of to Spain,” he sighed.

“Is it confirmed that’s where she is?”

“No. Only rumours and speculations. But I think the worst should be accounted for – if the Spanish get hold of her it will only be gist for their mill.,” he said seriously. “Felicia, should this situation start to deteriorate, no matter George Boleyn’s command, if it’s not safe anymore, I want you removed from court.”

She nodded silently, knowing it wasn’t up for negotiation. There was no reason to tell him if he wanted her home, he would have to come get her himself. “I really need to sleep,” she said, rearranging the pillows and sliding down to have her head resting against them.

“Of course, sleep well,” he said. She smiled and wished him the same.

“Felicia,” he spoke again some time later, she hummed in reply. “About a baby, you have not mentioned anything – “ he drifted off.

“I thought perhaps there was, but then it wasn’t.” She spoke softly and turned to look at him over her shoulder with a smile, it was tinged with sadness, she could never help that it was. “Nothing that hasn’t happened before.”

“The last month has been stressful,” he said stroking her hair, “there is still time.”

“Yes, you are right,” Felicia said, trying to take courage from his words. He was the kindest man she knew. Of course, a child and an heir would be his benefit too, Arthur had from the start expressed that raising a child as his would count enough for him as a father. But most of all he wanted her to be happy. “I really need to sleep now.” She turned back and she could hear him blowing out the last candle, the rustling of the sheets and covers as he settled to sleep. Felicia closed her eyes. It took a while before sleep claimed her, but she was still happy he was there within reach.

The loss of a sister

“Please come out walking with me,” Felicia sat opposite Cressida in the younger woman’s rooms. It was difficult to get Cressida to do much more than what required of her during the days, but Felicia knew she couldn’t let her friend wane away, a little more for every day. It hurt to see how Cressida hurt over the loss of her sister, her grief almost inconsolable. “Summer is still keeping the garden in bloom, the weather warm. A bit of sun would do you good.”

Cressida smiled faintly and looked out the window. “I don’t know if I’m up for it. I’m sorry, Felicia,” she looked out the window.

Felicia leaned forward ad grabbed Cressida’s hands in hers. “I’ve not lost a sister, but I have known loss, you can’t let it consume you.” She knew Cressida was strong willed, if only she would channel the strength in the right direction.

“Should I just forget her then?”

“Of course not, you wouldn’t want to forget her, would you?” Cressida didn’t respond but her features looked pained. “You should recall all the good times you had together, at home, here at court.”

“The only memories that haunt me are the ones of guilt,” Cressida’s voice broke and she clutched Felicia’s hands.

“What on earth would you have to be guilty for?”

“I was so happy this spring, to come to court, to be reunited with Isabella again, and no longer being under mother’s persistent scrutiny. But soon, most of the time we spent together, I flirted and showered my attention over the man Bella was supposed to marry.”

“But you told me that Isabella didn’t care for him – “

“Perhaps I never gave her the chance to, if I hadn’t stepped between them, it might have happened differently.”

“Isabella was relieved to have you there with her, to mediate, I’m sure. And – “ Felicia bit her tongue then, she had been about to mention the Prince, who, for all the world to see, seemed unbothered by the death of his betrothed, preoccupied with other ladies. But there was no need to drag up that wound by mentioning the Prince. “You can’t live your life wondering about the ‘ifs’, or you find no time left over for what’s real. But I see no shame in your acting, you were a good sister.”

Cressida tore her gaze from the window for the first time then, her eyes glistening with tears, but she didn’t shed them.

“Please come for a walk with me. I told Arthur I’d meet him in the gardens and I very much like you to meet him,” Felicia squeezed the hands she was holding, looking down at them, the two pairs were both white knuckled.

“Why?” Cressida asked, crestfallen.

“I was happy to meet your father, the Duke of Bedford has many admirable qualities and I believe you have inherited more than a few. Both Arthur and you are very important to me, so it would mean at lot to me to introduce the two of you.”

Cressida let out a shaky breath and nodded. “I have wondered what kind of man he might be.”

“And from all I’ve told him about you, he has expressed himself eager to meet you,” Felicia smiled. “Let me do your hair before we leave.” It was a good excuse for Cressida to have time to dry her eyes. Felicia wasn’t naïve enough to think that all was well, but perhaps it would be a little bit better.

A night full of stars

A short rapping came at the door. Pulling up her hood Felicia blew out the last candle that had kept her company, waiting. Midnight had not stuck yet but on the other side of the door a maid stood with a lantern, bobbing a curtsey, and bid her to follow. Their path led them down to the river, where more lights illuminated the barges of the water and a man stood clad in white. But it wasn’t until she came close that she could recognise his features.

“Perhaps I should have guessed you were behind this enigmatic invitation, Your Grace,” Felicia mused. Louis wore a pleasantly arrogant look on his face. She had questioned Lady Mary cautiously about the invitation when she had received it, and Mary’s smirk had been enough to say it would be something good and her words backed them up, but Louis had kept his involvement to himself.

“Welcome to my Clandestine Soirée, Baroness.”

The maid had left back for the castle, and while the men to take care of the barges stood down by the water, she was sure they were paid not to pay attention, so she stepped in close and his arm seamlessly wrapper around her waist. The hood fell away as she looked up at him.

“I can finally have you to myself again,” he said, voice low. Arthur had left two days prior, Felicia would miss him, but she had missed this too. When Arthur filled her days and evenings outside her duties, there hadn’t been anything left over than meaning glances and stolen moments. “Let’s take to the river, so I can show you all the delicacy waiting.”

The water moved slowly under them. The heavens had blessed the evening, providing the perfect conditions. The sky was clear, and the wind had taken to slumber, barely a leaf trembling on the trees. Summer had yet to leave then for true autumn chills. “You sparkle like the night sky tonight, Felicia, as if you caught the stars on your gown.”

“And you are as radiant as the full moon, the host of the night,” she giggled, “the only drawback being, it’s more difficult to sneak you away,” she mused and then looked over her shoulder, low voices and supressed giggles came from the riverbank and more lanterns could be seen come down the path from the castle. “It’s a pity there’ll be others, I would have had you all for myself.”

“Don’t you worry,” he said and cupped a hand around her cheek, “I’ve made sure there is time and place for every pleasure tonight.”

“If that is a promise…” she said and turned her head to kiss the palm of his hand.
*
The sun was teasing at the horizon, returning with colours after the darkness of night. The morning was chill now that they had left the company of the fires and the warmth of the wine in their bellies fading. Felicia blessed the wool cloak wrapped around her shoulders, but more so she blessed the man she was leaning against. The sound of oar slicing the surface of the water was a steady reminder they weren’t alone, neither had they been for most of the evening.

There had been ever pleasure imaginable for the tongue, and the conversations hadn’t disappointed either. Felicia spoke with both Lady Mary and the Viscount Rochford over a cup of wine, it was rare to see the two Boleyn siblings so relaxed at this time, separated from their sister’s side. The engagement which had loomed like a rain cloud over George’s head in the spring had disappeared, and he claimed the hunt was still on. Felicia teasingly reminded him that if he was to stalk prosperous prey, his attentions were wasted on her. The remark earned her a laugh, it was nice to find the world returning to easy laughs. While she hadn’t said it to chase him off, Arthur’s question had stayed with her, because it had made her realise her desire to snare him into her bed had faded, that desire filled elsewhere, still she enjoyed his company.

For a part of the night, she allowed herself at Louis side in public too. Hopefully, Arthur’s visit had worked to stifle any possible rumour that might have started to fly at her sometimes recklessness; they were good at presenting the devoted couple. But she wasn’t prepared to let any gossip take flight too soon again. Louis introduced her to the southern Lord Malkocoglu.

Laughs and snippets of conversations were shared with many of the courtiers present. But in the end Louis made good on him promise. Once goblets had been refilled more than once, twice or trice, she could feel his gaze prickle at her nape, the anticipation and the look in his eyes alone set the fire in her abdomen alight. She met him outside the illumination of the candles and fire and led her by the hand to a clandestine meeting of their own, where the moon and stars where their only witnesses.

“Only a few hours before I have to rise to service our Queen, but after everything this night, I will try not to grumble,” Felicia mumbled tiredly, as the riverbank, morning and the day’s duties all grew closer. Still, she was ginning like a fool.

“Her Majesty won’t call on you today,” Louis said. Felicia pushed herself upright to look at him, quizzical, the side of his mouth pulled into a half grin. “The Queen has given you the day for your leisure.”

“If that is the case, I shall never grumble over early mornings again.”

“Would you spend your day of leisure with me?”

“Are you sure you haven’t had enough of me yet?”

“Not nearly.” His answer widened her foolish grin. The question might have been a teasing remark, but the confirmation was reassuring. “Would you come out riding with me?”

“I’m certain I would agree to anything you’d suggest, Your Grace. But if that’s your wish, I will have to seek my own bed.”

“If that’s your wish…”

“Only because you will find me falling out of the saddle otherwise.”

Politics of love

Felicia had always counted herself an excellent conversationalist, she knew how to entertain, as any proper lady should, especially one at court. She enjoyed the conversations she’d spent with the Duke of Orleans, the public and the private ones – ones in between – but she had always kept them on the side of entertainment. If he had tried to the conversation in the direction of politics previously, she had skirted the topic, perhaps not unnoticed because now, alone out on the fields, this question had been quite direct. She did not entirely know why she avoided it, it was a balancing act of course, different from the ease she could share her thoughts with Arthur. But perhaps also because she spooked her that he would like to hear more from her than just amusements.

“I do not claim to know the thoughts of men, Your Grace,” she tried to tease but wetted her lips and gripped the reins tighter. It was important to keep her tongue as steady as her seat in the saddle, “and I have been brought up to understand that matters like these – of state and politics – are for the thoughts of men, the matters of men.”

“No, need to belittle yourself, I have known you to read my mind at times – know just what I want.” She felt his burning gaze and met it, blush filling her cheeks.

“Very different type of thoughts,” she laughed but he pushed on.

“I have a hard time to believe your head is clueless. Your mind devoid of opinions.” He spoke softly but his eyes had turned from heat to ice in a moment. Although she was familiar to the heat in them, she would do best not to forget they could shift rapidly. It wasn’t threatening but it was demanding, in a way.

Of course, she knew he was cleverer than her and he wasn’t going to be diverted with a giggle or a blush. At court everyone passed each other with a righteous smile, friend for foe. The one in your bed could be your Brutus. Felicia had no intention for backstabbing, best would be to tell him so.

“I have admired our Queen since I first met her. I think Your Grace know; she has my respect. even more so now. Through the heavy burden of these last months, no one is bearing a heavier burden than her. Not only her belly that seems to grow wider every day though already it is impossibly wide. The situation is joyous and grievous to the point of breaking and on top of that she carries the state on her shoulders and a crown on her head,” she swallowed and then continued. “In this situation women would be just as aware as any man, if not more so, the importance of a boy child.”

“All predictions have told of a boy –“

“As almost every prediction does,” she cut in, but then inclined her head, “I’m sorry, I don’t wish to speak treason, but I should believe Princess Mary was predicted to be a boy too, as I know I was as a first child. Half of the time the predictions are wrong, as half of the time girls are born.”

“Don’t apologise, I asked to hear your thoughts and so you should speak them. I see no hindrance for a girl child to be the heir if she is the rightful – but I know not all think so.”

“Then perhaps I should say, Your Grace,” said Felicia, emboldened by his desire to listen, “I know myself to have the ear of two men in my life. My husband – Arthur – he’s not one to scheme, he’s a simple man in the way he wants peace and for his lands to prosper. And I know the Queen left a strong, positive, impression on him. As for my father, he is a man of more tradition, and though he hears but praise for the Queen and her capabilities from my letters, I know he would distrust a woman alone on the throne.”

Louis acknowledged her words with a nod. They rode a little further in silence before dismounting by a large oak. While Louis tied the horses, Felicia laid out a blanket in the shade of the huge crown. It was far from the lavish grandeur of last night, but if Louis minded the rougher version, he didn’t say so. From the saddle bags Felicia pulled wine and goblets, cheese, fruits and sweetmeats. Sitting down, she started to pour.

“You are right in suggesting the Queen cannot reign alone,” Louis said and accepted the goblet she passed to him. “The right husband at her side would be beneficial.”

“Once the baby is born, I believe, the whispers of suitors aplenty will prove their worth in offers,” the words poured of her tongue, too quickly and the next possible step in the conversation didn’t hit her until after. She poured wine for herself. The sensation that she would need the drink for what came next crept over her.

“I have considered presenting myself as such eligible offer,” he said studying her carefully. “Or do you believe me worthy to make it?” The tone felt almost mocking, but she didn’t dare look at him just then to confirm or deny. Instead, she pressed the goblet to her lips and drank. Composure. She smiled.

“Of course, of anyone here at court, the most eligible.” She met his gaze then and held it steady.

“If you have opinions on the matter, I’d still like to hear them.”

Felicia took a deep breath. “It has come to be my opinion that stable marriages are often built on a mutual respect and understanding, as opposed to ones born solely out of passion and desire. As they tend to flare hot and rapid, consuming everything in its path – leaving burns and ashes. After desire has burned out, if there is nothing else grounding it, what is left except contempt when the chill sets in?” She paused to find her next words, silently thankful he let her take the time she needed. The hesitance didn’t come from not knowing her thoughts but from wanting to phrase them right. “England has stood on rocky ground, now more than ever it would need stability. I know you respect her, and she respects you. I would imagine you would understand each other very well for such an alliance. The grand scheme of politics, of country relations and connections, Your Grace know them better than me. But as a man and woman, I would say you are very compatible, for each other and the position you would hold.”

“There are multiple political aspects to consider, from every angle I’ve tried to look at them.” He rubbed his temple. “Many of them are favourable, but there is my brother to consider…” His voice wandered off, as did his gaze. A few moments passed before he looked at her again. “The aspects you speak of are not without significance.”

“I’d say, you are born for a throne. But you would seat it, make it prosper for another man’s child. You’d raise another’s child to be the next regent… it’s a noble task.”

“I’d still have the opportunity to create my own legacy,” he said, and she inclined her head. “And with children of my own…” A glint in his eyes, the set of his smile veered the conversation from the serious. “Or did you say that desire is not to be found in the bed of a good marriage?”

“I said no such thing, I’m not that drab,” Felicia grinned. Or she hoped she wasn’t, had her own half-marriage spoiled her for the idea of a complete one? But then she also knew, what she and Arthur had was much more than what existed in other marriages. “It would be a grim reality for all the righteous lovers if it were the truth, wouldn’t it?” Then she laughed. “The pious woman in me should claim that the only desire to be found is in the marriage bed, but of course that would be a lie.” Louis chuckled. Felicia picked a piece of pear and popped it into her mouth. She chewed, swallowed, and smile, a cheeky grin. “I’m sure you could find yourselves compatible in more ways than one,” she said. Anne and Louis were good friends from their time at the French court, for all she knew they had already been compatible. But she shook the thought out of her head, laughing low before moving on to other topics of conversation.

September

Remembrance of the dead

“Cressida? Is anything the matter?” Felicia asked, as she had found her friend staring, quite fixated, on the portrait of the late king. Once the Queen at taken her leave of the lavish – more dignified – celebration, Lord Bryan’s vision of the real celebration had taken over. And in the rowdier hall, the girl seemed a bit out of place.

“Before Bella left for court last year,” Cressida said, Felicia thread her arm though Cressida’s, “father commissioned a painting of us sisters, it hangs in the great hall at home. Oh, Felicia, I miss her so, I thought it might have become a little better but then it all comes back again.”

“I imagine it must be a lovely picture,” Felicia said, leaning her head against Cressida’s shoulder, “Cressida, I wish there was anything I could do to help you.”

“You are helping,” Cressida flashed her a tired smile, “I’m thankful you are here with me. But I think I’ve had enough of celebration today, I shall retire. If that’s acceptable, do you think?”

“Of course, but then let me follow you to your chamber.”

“You don’t have to, I don’t want to take you away from the celebration.”

“Nonsense,” Felicia smiled, “I promise I’ll return once I’ve seen you to your rooms. Besides there is something I wish to speak with you about.”

They left the loud merry making for the quieter hallways were their heels echoed.

“Are you still thinking of returning home?” Felicia asked.

“I don’t know,” she said with a sigh, “not as often as before, but then I find myself wondering, what purpose do I have here?”

“Egotistically I would say, to keep me company,” Felicia tried for lightness and Cressida smiled at her, “no, not solely I suppose. But has your purpose changed that drastically? You came to serve the Queen, to be near Isabella, I’m sure, but also to be at court!” Felicia gestured at the stone walls they passed through. “To find a bit of freedom, to meet new people, to flirt, to find love, a husband? To live your life.” Cressida didn’t comment but the traces of the smile left on her face urged Felicia to continue. “I spoke with the Queen the other day, she had many fond words to say about Isabella. Her Majesty expressed her gratitude to have been served by two of the Duke of Bedford’s daughters, and to show her gratitude and to aid in the grief, Her Majesty expressed her intent to provide you with good match.” Felicia looked over to see Cressida’s reaction.

“To provide me with a good match,” Cressida parroted.

“Should you want it.”

“Do I want it?” Cressida asked and looked over at Felicia.

“That is for you to decide, not me. I can offer you my guidance, should you hear it. But I wouldn’t have told you of the Queen’s intent if I didn’t believe Her Majesty was earnest.”

“There was much I wanted when I first came to court, to find a husband straight away might not have been a priority. But the idea might have grown on me, there might be much benefit to come from a good match and I’ve seen you and Arthur together.” Arthur had encouraged Cressida to be familiar with him. Felicia had been happy her husband and friend had taken to like each other, though it had been under bleak circumstances.

“I believe the Queen’s proposal entailed a better match than a Baron,” Felicia mused.

“What would be your guidance?”

“We could speak on it in depths another time, but it all depends on what you want out of the marriage. Position and influence? Respect? Likeness of minds? Friendship? Love and desire? Children?” Felicia knew Cressida had had a romantic streak before the tragedy that had been her, Isabella and Mathias. Felicia hoped Cressida hadn’t given up on her romantic side. “You can find more than one thing in a marriage, but no marriage is perfect and has it all.” Cressida looked at her, a bit puzzled. Felicia smiled. “The Queen never mentioned who it might be, and I don’t know Her Majesty’s plans further than I have told you, but should she approach you on the topic, perhaps you should try to get your say in the decision, before your father was involved.”

“Thank you, I will have to think on it.”

“Of course, but should you decide that you want it, you have to really want it for what it is, not for what will never be,” Felicia said, “I might not agree to all of Lord Bryan’s lewder ideas of entertainment, but I agree with his motives and reasoning. We need to enjoy our lives and celebrate the fact that we are living. Or we will never find happiness in what comes our way, fortune or failure.”

Cressida nodded. “I hear you. I will think on it. And call on you for further advice should I find myself in need of it.”

“It’s all I ask for.” Felicia said, and they walk a stretch in silence.

Felicia slowed their steps as they approached Cressida’s door and turned to face her. “Cressida, you know I want you to stay but the decision is up to you. Should you decide to leave, please don’t leave like thief in the night. Would you promise me to give fair warning?”

“Of course, I would,” Cressida clasped her hands, “I wouldn’t dare to leave without saying goodbye. And I would force you to visit.”

“I would be delighted too, if your father agreed to it.” 

“He spoke highly of you, I’m sure he would…” Cressida hesitated. “But then I might not leave at all, perhaps you’ll never get rid of me.”

Felicia laughed. “A delightful prospect. Are you sure you don’t want to come back with me to the party?”

Cressida shook her head, but she was smiling. “I’ll join you for the next one. You go and enjoy yourself.”

Celebration of the living

When Felicia returned to the celebration she found it even livelier than when she had left it. She supplied herself with a cup of wine and soon found herself in the company of one George Boleyn.

“Baroness, your absence was noted, I thought perhaps had gone and accompanied my dear sister, but here you are.”

“I don’t believe myself important enough for my absence to stand out,” Felicia mused and joined him at a table. “I simply escorted a friend, the Queen seemed well,” she assured, “Her Majesty expressed that Lady Mary and Lady Avis would suffice to serve her tonight.”

“Rest assured your absence is always noted as well as your presence, Baroness.”

“Lady Felicia, is enough, please, we know each other well enough now, don’t we?” Felicia smiled. “Besides, my husband told be you quite boldly claimed me presence was not to be removed from the Queen’s side.”

“The Baron passed on my words then,” George chuckled, “I stand by them, unless you should object.”

“Not at all,” she assured, “and as of now I’m not going anywhere.”

The conversation continued and Felicia had her cup refilled, she made sure to tell Boleyn the commendable words Arthur had spoken of him, and George himself had no mean words in return.   

“Do you dance, Lady Felicia?” Came the question after a while.

“Do you figure me someone who doesn’t?” Felicia asked with pretend aghast. “Perhaps you think I’m one with two left feet.”

“I would dare to think you of anything other than graceful.”

“Graceful is a good one, but I’m sure there are other word that could be used as well,” she mused, “and if this is supposed to lead to you asking me to dance, then I’ll save you the trouble and say yes.”

“But should I have gone for efficiency we should have missed this pleasant bit of debating,” he laughed.

“Should we have gone on any longer we’d miss the next dance which start now.”

They enjoyed a dance as much as they had enjoyed the conversation and when it was over, they found their way back to a seat at a bench. George suggested a toast to the portrait of the King. “To his life, and the lives he left behind,” he spoke in low words. Felicia raised her cup to his and then drank.

“You’re a good brother, are you not, Lord Boleyn?”

“I try my best, though one can do little but worry at this time.”

“As do we all,” she smiled.

George considered the picture of the late king. “A good king, but perhaps not as good husband,” he said in low words, “to even consider cast a side a pregnant wife for another,” he gave her a side look, “well he never said, but I have the feeling… but perhaps it’s not the place to speak of it.”

“I will say, if this is as an accurate celebration of the Kings life,” Felicia gestured about the room, “I can imagine loyalty as a husband, was not where his talent lay.” Her words balancing between play and seriousness. George chuckled in reply, befitting the party.

“On the adjacent topic perhaps I should state,” Felicia continued, “it might be me womanly sensibilities, but I would say, my Lord, I believe neither Sir Francis nor the late King know the difference between the erotic and the vulgar,” she paused, he hung on her words then, “which is why I should take my leave, before one deteriorates into the other.” She smiled coyly.

“Isn’t it too early to take to your bed alone, Lady Felicia?” He asked. Felicia laughed out loud, perhaps she was cruel to pull him along so but once she found herself in his company it was so easy and enjoyable to do this harmless flirting back and forth.

“I’d suggest you waste your smiles elsewhere, Lord Boleyn, enjoy your evening,” she let her eyes fall over the entertainment, “there is much to enjoy.”

But seeking her own bed had not been what caused her abrupt desertion. During their conversation she had found Louis in the crowded room. The nights entertainment had not gone her unaffected and if she had managed to convey her intent clearly to him across the room, she hoped she would find her way to Louis’ bed instead.

Dressing at dawn

The flicker of candlelight over skin, flesh covered in running hands. Black silk masks bled into white linen sheets. Tongues touched by wine and kisses. The dream disillusioned into reality. Her body light as air, high on the excitement – last night’s pleasures had carried her into dreaming – now it grew heavy and real. Eyes blinking away sleep, Felicia found her sight adjusting to the darkness of the room, the tiniest ray of sun slipping through the heavy bed curtains. The rise and fall of breathing filled her ears, she turned to look at the sleeping man beside her. Louis lay turned away from her. The sight of his bare back partly exposed by the covers desperately called for her run her fingers over it, up over the nape of his neck, into the soft curls. But she refused the impulse. Instead, she slipped off the bed and through the heavy drapes, closing them behind her. There was no need for morning to find him yet.

The sun was rising dangerously high, not only blushing the sky but more than a sliver over the horizon. Felicia should have left long ago, as soon as the tete-a-tete was over, but each time she stepped into his chambers she found it harder to leave. Comfort was a dangerous habit to find oneself in when one passed time in another’s bed. Or, at least in part.

Pulling the linen smock over her head, Felicia then sat down to garter the stockings and then she pulled on the shoes. Leaving the warm cocoon of bed that the drapes insulated, the larger room was chilly, so she stepped into her scarlet petticoat and laced up bodies before sitting down again to taper her hair. The sun was growing ever higher as she, with borrowed comb, brushed and untangled the length of her hair with long strokes before braiding, and pinning it securely round the crown of her head. There was no use stressing, better to take the time do it properly than have it come undone halfway through her day. And if the servants were already scurrying through the hallways, better look like she was already on duty herself.

For the next layer, Felicia slipped the kirtle and its excessive amount of silk over her head. It was her finest: black brocade with pearl embroidery at the bodice edge, fully lined in red silk, the same colour as the petticoat, for warmth, for health. Arthur had grumbled when it had been ordered, he always did, but once it arrived, she had caught his look and knew it as an appreciative one. With a strip of tape cording, she started to lace up the side. It was always easier with help, but she could manage on her own.

“Surely, it can’t be morning yet?” They were sleepy words, not quite awake, coming muffled from the bed.

“Not yet for you, Your Grace, go back to sleep.”

But her words had the opposite effect, and she could hear Louis stirring before the drapes were pulled open. She tied off the lacing and tucked the last bit of the cording into the bodice.

“I said sleep,” she grinned at him.

“Come here,” he said patting the bed beside him, his voice was full of morning husk.

She did and sat down. “I didn’t mean to wake you. I’m awfully late, I should have left hours ago but… last night was too divine,” she giggled softly. He pulled her in to kiss her, it was slow and lecherous.

“You should have woken me,” he said, leaning back against the pillows, “I want you in the light of dawn.”

“Now I find myself regretting the extra hour of sleep,” she smiled, running fingers across his chest. “I’ll remember it for next time.” She let her hand slip down his chest. “I could take care of you before I leave.”

“A considerate offer but,” said Louis, catching her hand in his, entwining their fingers and then bringing it to his lips. “Didn’t you say you were in a rush?”

“Yes, duties awaits me and the servants are surely already up, but you make me wish I wasn’t.”

“We still have our Queen to service, above all, and so you should get dressed.” 

Her thought drifted to the Queen. “I fear it won’t be long – perhaps too soon – but Her Majesty must hold out a little bit longer,” Felicia squeezed Louis hand a little, “once the baby is born –“

“It will be a joyous day – and then other challenges will come calling.” He wasn’t wrong, but it was easier to think everything would be fine, once the baby had come wailing into the world. “Find my shirt and I will help you with your gown.”

She did as he commanded. She pulled on her gown, and he rose to assist her with the front lacing. She knew those long slender fingers by now, delicate, efficient, yet strong. Watching as he laced up the bodice, threading and then pulling it just tight enough, she tried not to have her bosom heave too heavy, but her heart was swelling. As it had done for a while now, though it frightened her to think of it. Once he was done, she could no longer resist pulling him close again, pressing her lips upon his.

Though there was supposed to be hurry, he let her break it in sweet time. When she did, she found her hands around the back of his neck, her thumbs stroking the soft place behind his ears. Looking into his eyes, she had words on the tip of her tongue. Words she wanted to speak – but she dared not. Instead, she only smiled coyly.

Stepping back, she took to pinning the plaquette over the forebodice’s lacing, then pinning the cuffs around her wrists. He helped her to turn back the sleeves of the gown and then then tie the foresleeves underneath. Lastly, she pinned the head piece in place and, except a small ‘thank you’, she left with out a word. Stealing out into the castle, as their illicit meeting called for.

New life

The day had started almost merry, the Queen’s chambers crowded and warm. Autumn had come to tease then of its cold winds. Felicia and Cressida sat close to the fire sewing and chatting. George Boleyn came by to swap a few words, they were all smiling, and Felicia thought it might have been the first time she saw Cressida laugh in the last couple of months, in response to one of the Viscount’s humorous observations. But then smiles and laughs were washed away as calamity took over, first in the arrival of the new and then in proper form as the blood told it was time for the work of women. The men were ushered out and it seemed like the whole court held their breaths until a healthy boy was announced, that was the clean version of events for the ones only waiting outside the doors. The reality of the happenings was tougher and gorier, but it didn’t end there.

Felicia wrung out the cloth and wiped the sweat of the Queen’s brow and chest. A – to all evidence – healthy boy born had caused a sign of relief to go trough the chambers, but the relief was not long lived. Felicia could see the whitening of the knuckles as the Queen gripped the bedclothes, they weren’t pure and white anymore. Shades of pink and red had spread during the hours of labour and birth. Too much blood, Felicia thought but pushed it way with the silent, raging, panic in her stomach.

“What can I do, Your Majesty?” Felicia asked and the Queen muffled a grunt of pain through her panting. “Try deep breaths, Your Majesty, and you’ll get through this, to hold your boy again.”

“Felicia,” Anne wheezed as another wave hit her. Felicia gripped her Queen’s hand through it and called for the midwife, who wasn’t more than a few paces away. “I want you to get her out of here.”

“Who, Your Majesty?”

“Jane… Seymour.” She managed to get girls name out before her lips pressed together again.

“Breathe, Your Majesty.”

“Just get her out of here. Get her far away from here.” The words were nothing more than a whisper but the spite behind them clear as day, and from what Felicia had heard during the last month, she could very well understand why.

Felicia looked about the room, neither Lady Mary or the Dowager Duchess were present by their Queen’s side, but the midwifes where there, and Aynişah Hatun came up by the bedside, the young woman had proved her capability more than once in the last hours. Pressing her lips to the Queen’s hand, Felicia then let go of it with a quiet “God bless you.”

“Mistress Seymour,” she said curtly when she located the woman, “I believe it's time for you to take your leave.”

“Baroness Morley,” Jane Seymour smiled, taking Felicia’s words in stride. She never seemed to be without her sweet smiles and while it seemed like her smiles had gotten very far, if rumours were to be believed, they seemed unfitting in the current circumstances. “What nonsense are you speaking, we are all here to support the Queen in this peril.”

“Jane,” Felicia grabbed Jane by the arm, “please comply so we can make a dignified exist befitting out status and the situation.” She didn’t wait for an answer but led her out into the outer chambers a tight grip around the arm.

“Baroness, let go, you are hurting me,” Jane said under her breath while trying to pull her arm free without making a scene. As soon as they were in another room from the Queen Felicia let go of her arm and turned to face her. “What is this about, I should be in there –“

“Mistress Seymour,” Felicia cut her off, her words stern but not unkind. Whatever fortune might have smiled on Jane Seymour in an alternate future – from what Felicia had heard, it might have been a bright fortune indeed – in this moment Felicia concerned herself only with reality. And that included the silent panic that only kept growing though she was no longer with the Queen. Still, she kept calm. It was less crowded outside but they were still in the company of other ladies that had prepared the space for the baby. “What ever situation you might have hoped to find yourself in is but a dream. And our Queen,” Felicia emphasised, “has requested your removal.”

“My only presence is to support –“ Felicia could admire Jane’s composure, but she had no patience for it right there and then, frankly she wanted to woman gone so she could get back into the room with the Queen.

“If you wish to support the Queen,” Felicia said, picked up an English bible from a near by table and shoved it at Jane’s breast. “I think the best support you can provide right now is to pray, for the health of the Queen and the heir.” She could see Jane calculate the situation, Felicia would admit she hadn’t thought her more than a pretty face and a sweet smile, every quality of a lady, sure, but she could see shrewdness behind her eyed now. “Preferably as far away as you can get tonight, perhaps let us start with the chapel?” Felicia put a determined hand on Jane’s back and the woman let herself be escorted out of the room.

Before returning Felicia found herself a cup of wine to settle her nerves and steady her hand. Once she found her way back to the chambers, the cries of a baby girl filled the room.

And done!

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Archducess Valerie of Austria - Haus Hasburg

Form

Name: Archducess Valerie of Austria; Haus Habsburg
 
Age: 22, 26th May

FC: Àstrid Bergès-Frisbey

Personality traits:

Born as the second daughter to Ferdinand I of Austria – Archduke of Austria and King of Hungary and Croatia – and Anne of Hungary – Archduchess of Austria and Queen Consort of Hungary and Croatia – Valerie has lived a rather sheltered life. She had spent most of her days at the court in Innsbruck… has never seen anything other than her family’s lands. The young woman isn’t a fan of larger crowds; instead, she prefers spending time all by herself. Valerie has always felt a bit hesitant to interact with people… there had been only a few genuine friendships she had built over the past years. Once she feels comfortable enough she will slowly open up. She does strive for genuine connections but feels the constant worry of getting hurt.

She isn’t someone to speak her mind without being asked or without thinking about it… she tries not to let her emotions get a hold of her. She has a polite and well-spoken nature and would never be willing to hurt another person. Valerie cares little about rumours. The young woman knows what is expected from her and over the years she has learned to choose duty over everything else. Due to various private tutors, she learned to speak several languages and she knows her fair share about politics but isn’t a subject she tries to get involved with too much. Valerie has a talent for singing and embroidering… she takes great joy in spending her day – after her duties are done – reading one of the many books she loves.

Valerie was close to being wed twice for political reasons… the last time had been three years ago. Since then she had watched silently as her siblings getting married or engaged. It was quite a surprise for her when her father told her that she would be going to the English Court to serve as a Lady-in-waiting for Queen Anne. Not only it is her first time away from the Austrian court but she also doesn’t know what to expect.

Talent you showcase before the Queen, Lady Avis & other Ladies: Singing and Embroidering

Do you attend the parties? Yes
 
Your role in child delivery? Helping with the preparation of space for the baby

Interests: Lord Leopold Girault, Lord Magnus Erickson Vasa & Lady Mary Boleyn

August

September

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Form

Name: Lucrezia Girault
Age: 20/21
Do you attend the parties?  Yes
Your role in child delivery? Preparation of the space. Lucrezia will not go anywhere near the battlefield.
Interests: Otto, Magnus, Avis

Soirée

i. the clamour of silence

Last August, at court, Lucrezia did not remember sitting through such an unnatural chill. She remembered sun, laughter, friends at court, trepidation - but nothing like this now, sat in the quiet of a parlour, book in her lap, sun setting and her pulling her shawl closer around her shoulders.

Even with the book in her lap, her thoughts were far, far away, to the coffin that lay in Westminster Abbey, to the whispers in court, to Her Majesty the Queen and her slowly swelling belly. Lucrezia knew a little about reigns where the king had died halfway, but most of those had heirs, sons, regents - everything in place, ready to be played. Except there were no kings who had broken with the Catholic Church, no kings who had forsaken his old queen, where issue and inheritance were questioned.

And where did one begin where the new Queen was illegitimate in the eyes of the Church, and yet was firmly installed as the reigning monarch in England? Headaches, all of them, and something Lucrezia thought those holy, learned men should have at least considered. Then - no one planned for a king’s death, least of all the deceased His Majesty the King.

For a moment, Lucrezia entertained the thought of someone with the bravery - or ignorance - to ask His Majesty during the Great Matter. They might’ve had their head taken off for their trouble.

There was the sound of quiet commotion outside the parlour, and the door creaked open to admit one Leopold Girault, his smile firmly in place, making a light-hearted joke to someone outside the door. In the still, darkening room, Lucrezia could see the set in her brother’s shoulders, how his hands hung firmly by his side, how his smile was stiller, stitched into place. Easy to miss, but they’d grown up together too long to miss these little things.

Once the door was firmly shut, her brother sighed, and tossed himself into the seat next to her. Lucrezia winced at the creaking noise, and shook her head at him affectionately.

“Hello brother. What news?”

“Nothing you haven’t heard about.” Leo’s formality loosened, then disappeared entirely - he was loose limbs and splayed legs in the seat, and for a moment they were children again, giggling over the stolen peaches from the kitchen and sweetmeats Lucrezia had begged off from the cooks in the kitchen. “The court’s in mourning. Her Majesty the Queen is closer and closer to - well.”

“And the Princess has gone missing.” Lucrezia reached for the tankard Leo had set down and sipped at it. Cider, she noticed, sweet and tart and gently fizzing on her tongue. A moment passed between the two of them, the words heavy in the air. If there was a sundial, if the light was bright enough, Lucrezia liked to think that she could watch the shadows pass, watch the time go by.

Their eyes met - mirrored in colour, the same dark-hazel-green, and they spoke at once:

“Spain?”

“Spain.”

They turned away, Lucrezia muffling her laugh, and Leo choking it out, like the sound was unbidden, trying to force it down.

“Her Majesty the Queen - ”

“ - Will be livid - ”

“I was about to say utterly, completely furious - ”

“She’s not showing it,” Lucrezia said finally. “She’s not saying it, hunting it down - there is no love lost between her and Catherine of Aragon,  and Catalina is -”

The conversation sputtered as quickly as it had started. The two had both heard the rumour of the Dowager Princess of Wales, her last letter before her untimely death. She’d heard what the Spaniards were saying, how she’d died for a faithless English monarch (and they’d said worse about His Majesty the King too), how she was smothered to death by the cold, English gloom. Neither Lucrezia wanted to dwell on.

Definitely, hundred-percentedly not complete.

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Round 2: Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires.

Rejoice! The heirs to the English throne have been born - twins, yet one was born September 21st and the other on September 22nd - and England now has an heir! The Queen is over the moon, along with most of the court and perhaps there is another imperative question in mind now: will the Queen marry again?

Luckily for some and to the great displeasure of others, Queen Anne is focused only and undividedly on babies: Edward and Elizabeth Tudor.

So, in October of 1533, we will focus on two events: the christening of the twins and All Hallows Eve.

Christening of Edward and Elizabeth Tudor, October 1st

The christening will take place on October 1st, with Queen Anne breaking protocols of her confinement to attend it. The ceremony takes place in the chapel royal at Hampton Court Palace with over a hundred people attending, yourselves included. You are encouraged to wear your best gowns, in silver and gold. Blue-haired baby Edward will be held by Crown Prince Magnus of Sweden, who will act as his godfather, while his ginger-haired sister will be held by her godmother, Archduchess Valerie of Austria. The ceremony is held in the new, reform customs, while the celebration later held will be the first official once since the King's death, held in the Grand Hall of Hampton Court Palace.

The rest of the month is mainly reserved for delegations sending presents, visitors to the court and the obvious boost of morale with most people at court. Last week of the month, an All Hallows Eve celebration is planned.

All Hallows Eve celebration, October 31st

Despite the doctrine of the Purgatory and praying for the dead should have been abandoned after the Reform took place, the beloved tradition has remained and the queen decides the palace kitchens will give away an abundance of soul cakes to distribute to children around London. You should spend the morning in your normal duties with the Queen, while at sundown many will gather at the Grand Hall, eating, playing divination games for fun and possibly enjoying some young wines from France. Dimmed lights, lots of fragrant spice cakes, fireplace and overall good mood. There will be a bonfire in the middle of the maze at midnight, with everyone invited to watch - the catch is, you have to partner up to find the centre.

FORM
Name
Interest up to 3, might be 4, let's see how my schedule looks
Your person of choice for the maze otherwise this form is very short, indulge me, please, and let's imagine this giant maze has many entrances so everyone starts at their own
Story
Outfit which is optional, but if you want, christening would be cool

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Lady Felicia

Louis & Anne

The spirits at the court have been revived, even though the halls around the Queen's chambers were the loudest place there. Still, the short moments in the sun are happily spent outside, as it was today. Louis sat next to Anne, watching as two people she did not mind carrying the children walked with babies not far from them. It was hard to ignore the sense of intimacy Louis felt around Felicia, especially now, as she walked around with Edward in hands, and for the first time in a very long time, he allows himself a short what-if moment.

"Perhaps you can abandon your campaign to try and court me for a moment," Anne smirked, looking at Felicia, before glancing at Louis. -"Lady Felicia might require more attention, than a widowed queen with two babes does," she teased, making him chuckle.

"Nothing slips you, does it?"

"Entirely untrue," she disagreed - the chance to slip from England a year ago slipped from her fingers, and little Mary slipped through her finger and straight into Spain. -"I am just unhappy to see my friends this utterly bored,"

"You imply ill thoughts of your own company," Louis retorted and she chuckles, in good humour, much better than she was before: in reality, this is the safest she felt in a long time, perhaps it was a bad judgment on her side, but she enjoys the bubble.

"I am implying," she leans in a little bit, touching his forearm, glancing at Felicia. -"You should enjoy your day to the fullest, Louis."

"And what was this?" he glanced down a little, at her hand, and she gives a mischievous smirk.

"Just to keep people guessing," she laughs, gesturing towards the woman - Felicia turned out a friend, despite what one might assume, and whatever the reason might be, Anne is enjoying her company tremendously, hoping it will only be better in the upcoming days since Felicia has been better with the children than Anne was, and enjoyed the duty honestly. He took her advice, walking up to the woman holding the prince, and she wonders what would suffer the most if she did decide to join France and England.

Louis might not have been willing to admit it before, but he no longer feels he can delude himself and make himself believe what is happening with Felicia is just another fling. He became accustomed to spending time with her, day and night, as well as not keeping secrets from her - it feels like they slipped into an intimacy effortlessly, without much restraint from either side - well, he did not hold anything back. At first, it might have been the comfort of knowing the end, but as things progressed, it feels less comforting, and more like things might come to an end. He actively avoids this thought by seeking her (not even subtly anymore). Things will be pretty much the same intimacy during the month: conversations about the possibility of his marriage and his actively avoiding having to acknowledge the fact what they have is not permanent. Felicia will be the designated person for his conversations about politics, gossip and more. On October 31st, in the middle of the maze (they are going together, of course), he will step out of his comfort zone, presenting her with a gorgeous ruby necklace.

Anne will start to include Felicia in things normally reserved for Avis and Mary: children-related things, conversations about new ladies in waiting, assigning duties. Small, subtle step into letting her and everyone else know where Felicia stands with her. Felicia will be the one helping dress the prince for the corronation, and, should she be accepting of the invites, walk around the gardens with her and the children often. Anne might not dislike your family's good standing, she is not ignoring the politics of the thing, but she likes the company above all else. She'd also start the subject of Louis, near the end of the month, should you become closer.

George & Cressida
She stood alone, for whatever reason, so George decides to keep her company. She only noticed him as he approached, and for the first time in a long time, her eyes were not red, and Cressida nursed her cup of wine for a while now yet decides to gulp it back before he arrived, making George laugh, politely taking his sip, glancing towards the room.

"Lady Cressida, my company is surely not as horrid that you would need to seek Dyonisus' help to endure it?"

She seems a little bit surprised, a bit shamed, blushing, and he instantly feels horrible about his decision to playfully point it out: the smug smirk vanished, a kind apologetic smile appears instead.

A peculiar sight for anyone who might know George.

"I apologize if I gave you—"

"The only one who should apologize, Lady Cressida, is me," he continued. -"I only hope you find more kindness in your heart to forgive this foolish man for his hasty words spoken in good intention, that turned sour as delivered."

She smiles, nodding a little bit - and he smiles back.

"I see now," she surprised him by speaking. -"why Baroness Morely enjoys your company so tremendously," Cressida returns the kindness with more of it. George smiled - Felicia liked young lady Cressida and he began to realize why.

George is not oblivious to what is happening between Felicia and Louis, it might not have come as a surprise, but what did surprise him is his own reaction to it: he seemed happy for her. In the time they have spent both flirting, talking, enjoying time or anything else, he believes he saw the glimpse of her personality and the unrestrained kindness that shines through really left him unable to remain indifferent to her happiness. He'll be in a good mood, but there's an underlying sense of worry you might pick up on, related to the fact the rumours of Jane Seymour's pregnancy are most likely true.

Cressida believes Felicia might be the only true friend at the court, even only friend - it feels like the greatest blessing at the time, because she feels no obligation to act in front of Felicia. Cressida's mood is improving - the sight of children helps, but watching Felicia around them seems to bring her in an even better mood, which she will not miss to mention - and she might try to ask more about the mention of her match and if Felicia knows any news about it.

Lady Colette

Mary & Francis
Mary liked Sir Bryan even before she knew him to be a cousin. Liberal ways, cunning mind, sharp tongue – he was, in her mind, the man she would have been had she be born one.

Yet, there was something occasionally vile in him that cared none for loyalty or family, and that part might have slipped through her father and George, perhaps even Anne, but she knew very well Francis had himself on his mind and no one else.

He stood at the furthest part of the hall with Thomas Seymour when she arrived, and despite many people being there, he quickly noticed her looking. He continued his conversation knowing very well she would not interrupt.

Mary was always more observant than anyone believed her to be: the underrated Boleyn sibling. She saw him, nothing he’d say now will make her believe that the conversation that took place was about the hunting and jousting. He should have been more careful, and as she approached and Thomas Seymour vanished into the crowd, he smiles.

“I am uncertain whether that was a tasteless joke or a bad call of judgment,” she says.

“What was?”

“The abominable friendship,” she says with straight face and no humor in her voice.

“Acquiring information for Anne, let me assure you.”

She wonders if she should announce she knew where he got the information about the little Spanish brat escaping, or should she keep the information to herself. Colette had a friend in Mary, so she held her lips shut -  she did not wish to bring any more disturbance into her life. Weathering a storm such as the one she did was nothing one should desire, especially since the child might belong to Francis, out of all people.

"Always the loyal cousin, aren't you?"

"Always," he replies, bowing his head a little, before departing her. This time - despite what she might think - he was neither plotting nor schemeing: his warning to Thomas Seymour served only as a warning. Jane should take care of the child before she is taken care of. He doubts the man considered this truly.

His mind slips towards Colette and her unborn child - possibly, his unborn child. What would become of that situation? She had no intention of going the other way, so her intentions are to be wedded before things become obvious, this much is for sure. He was only uncertain of who she plans to make her husband.

Francis was shocked to find out Colette is with a child, yet the idea of marrying her is not something he dismisses. He believes she set her mind on Max, or perhaps she is certain he is the father of the child: the strange thing is, he does not feel like he made it out of the woods. Francis does not doubt he planted his seed all over the continent, he is also certain there are a few noble children calling the wrong man their father, and Colette's becoming pregnant still manages to keep him up at night. He will talk to her, normally, without his usual antics and in private (yet public enough not to rise brows) - and ask her what she plans to do, without allowing her to avoid the topic.

Mary considers Colette her friend, so she might subtly throw some hints and mention princess Mary as she talks about things with her, allowing her to disclose the truth - Mary is unaware Blanca has been hiding at Westerland, but is certain Colette and Blanca exchanged the letters with informaiton about Mary. She will not have ill intentions. She'll also make sure Colette comes to a decision, offering the chance to help her terminate the pregnancy should she like to do so (early in October). Given Colette's standing, she will certainly be asked to manage children a little bit more in the month.

Maximillian
He tried resting in his bed, yet sleep did not come to him. At first, Max was willing - no, comitted to make himself believe he imagined it. Still, days went on and the memory only got clearer.

Child.

His? He could not tell, despite trying to make himself believe he is the only man in her life, but he met Colette when she was at the peak of her exploration of all pleasures of the court. He would lie if he said he did not love that freedom about her, yet it brings doubts to his mind now: was the child his?

Perhaps his mother was right and he should marry her despite that, despite the child, despite what might be - because a true friend makes the best spouse. Share your fears, dreams, ambitions - even if his were not as grand as his Lady mother might wish they were. His dreams included a life away from this wretched place - wretched place he did enjoy calling home, yet he sees no future in - the constant feeling of having to be alert as if in a middle of a hunt did not appeal to him. Mother would say something clever, he tries remembering how she used to put it before he left.

You either keep your eyes wide open at all times, or they would carry you out with your eyes closed.

She could be right - about the court, about Colette, about the future.

Perhas, it was the time to walk away.

Perhaps, the child was his, the family of his own was already growing within her.

Perhaps, in the morning he would find it in him to talk to her about it.

Max is all over the place in emotions, as expected - he might be ignoring what he heard, but he will do so no longer: he will ask Colette to talk about it early in October. Ask if she knows if the child is his, ask of her plans, and finally ask if he can do anything to help. It will take him a little (minutes, days, weeks, you decide) to step up and realize he is not willing to walk away from the court without her, despite whose child she carries. On Halloween, at the beginning of the maze, he will ask her if she'd marry him, and ask her to answer him by the time they reach the middle.

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Form

Name: Lady Felicia Compton, Baroness Morley
Age: 23
Face claim: Jenna Coleman
Interests Focus on Louis and Cressida, and we'll see what time I have for George and perhaps Anne
Your person of choice for the maze: Louis, oui!

October

In the light of God

“Prince Edward is ready, Your Majesty,” Felicia said as she walked over to the Queen.

The ladies had been hurrying about the chamber preparing for the Christening of the babes, but now the hour was getting closer, and many had already left for the chapel.

“And doesn’t he look lovely,” The Queen said, brushing a finger over her son’s round cheek.

“As do you, Your Majesty,” Felicia smiled, the Queen was breaking her confinement, and by all right, Felicia thought, Queen Anne should be there with her children. “Do you want to hold him as we walk over?”

“No, it’s fine, you take him. But we better hurry.”

Little had been spared to see the new-born children into the light of God.

“No fussing about now, Prince Edward,” Felicia said, “I’m sure your godfather will carry you safely, won’t you, Your Grace?”

“I assure you, Baroness Morely, it is the greatest honour and I carry my duty with utmost importance.” Lord Magnus said as Felicia transferred the babe to his arms. And then the ceremony was beginning.

It was a day of happiness and with the festivities which followed that night in the Grand Hall, it was as if life as court was back to normal after all turmoil and tragedy. The crown secure for the future. But was it the reality of the situation?

A bundle of joy

Felicia hummed quietly as she walked about lulling the little bundle, that was the of joy of the whole kingdom, to sleep. The princeling’s eyes grew heavier, and he soon drifted off. He was easier to please than his already forceful sister, who was as much wildfire as the colour of her hair promised.

The weight of the baby felt comfortable her arms. Since the royal twins had come into the world, healthy and full of life, Felicia had tried to persuade herself that she should be content with this, to care for these babies – she was grateful for Her Majesty’s confidence in her to help to do so. And in these moments, cradling the babe, crooning a melody her own mother had sung to her as a child, she was almost convinced she could be.

“How is the future monarch doing, Baroness?”

“Your Grace,” Felicia looked up with surprise, the rest of the world returning to focus. People around them conversing in low chatter, the shifting colour of nature, Louis as close at her elbow. She smiled. “He fell asleep just now.”

“To such lovely song, how can he not,” Louis murmured for their ears alone. Leaning in to look at the baby, he could get away with standing so close, softly running a finger over the back of her hand, lost out of sight in the swaddling. 

“It was barley a song,” Felicia mused, the baby pulled her attention again. “He’s marvellous, isn’t he?

“He’s not the only one, my dear.” His words were barely more than a whisper but were heard by the intended. Glancing at him, the hotness rose in her cheeks, spreading down her neck. She couldn't let herself react so, not among all these people. She shrugged off the intimacy with a giggle.

“Ten fingers and ten toes – every inch of him is perfection,” she cooed, a grin to go with it. “You should hold him.”

“Are you sure it’s wise?” Louis asked. “You’re not supposed to wake a sleeping child, isn’t that how the saying goes?”

“It takes more than that to wake Edward,” Felicia giggled as she was already switching her position, carefully supporting the boy’s head as she transferred him into Louis’ arms.

“I do better not to drop him on his head then.” The light-hearted remark was so obviously a joke, but it was lucky the transfer was complete once he uttered his words because they made her visibly jump. She put a hand on his arm to steady her.

“Don’t tease me so,” she said with a shocked laugh. “The Queen would have my head if you did.”

“I’m sorry.” The apology was heartfelt. “I never meant to enervate you. And it would surely be my head.”

She shook her head. “No harm, I’m merely silly.”

“I’m holding him steady.”

“I know.” In that moment she wanted to pull him in and kiss him, looking at him, she could see that he knew. Unable to pursue her first impulse she settled for a smile and let her hand retreat from his arm. She re-arranged her shawl around her shoulder, although the sun was kind, it was still October.

Whatever might be growing between them – in double sense – had her feel like there were spiders crawling under her bodice. One she had never expected at all – and how could it ever last. And as for the other, she pushed it to the back of her head. Because no matter how hard she had tried to hold onto it in the past, it always managed to slip through her fingers. 

A match in the making? pt.1

“Am I to understand your silence speaks volume for you, Baroness?” Her Majesty asked, eyebrows raised but with a smirk tugging at the corner of her lip.

The ladies-in-waiting were in attendance of the Queen in the blazing chamber. The babies had just been taken away by the wet-nurses to be fed and Queen Anne had asked Felicia to humour her with a bit of private conversation. They chatted a bit before the topic turned to that of their previous plotting. And it was the Queen’s quiet suggestion which had taken her by surprise; to give Cressida to her own brother.

“I think my words can express my opinions better, Your Majesty,” said Felicia, returning from the moment of surprise.

“Then let’s hear them.”

“I would begin to ask; what is Lord Boleyn’s view on the subject?” What Felicia knew of George view on the subject, as he had expressed during the last months, was that he might be searching for a bride. But Felicia had dismissed it a mere talk, since she had seen little action towards finding one. “Is he convinced to settle down?”

“Let me worry about my brother, Felicia.” The hint of a smirk growing. “Do you believe Cressida would find it agreeable?”

Surely, it was a good political match, tying the Duke of Bedford’s loyalty to the Anne’s crown. Felicia had no clue if his loyalty was questionable, if so, Cressida had not indicated it. Other aspects than the political were of more importance for Felicia, the well-being and future of her friend. “I’m sure you know I find Lord Boleyn fond company, Your Majesty, one of the finest at court and I believe Cressida would agree with me. I’m sure you’ve recognised the potential, Your Majesty.”

“Yes.” The world was simple enough. The Queen looked at Felicia with the perceptive scrutiny Felicia had come to identify as one of the Queen’s trademark characteristics. “You have more to add.”

“I’m sure neither it has passed your notice how difficult Lady Isabella’s death has been for Cressida.”

“Lady Isabella’s sacrifice has touched us all.”

While the appropriate period of mourning might have passed, Felicia knew the departed sister still occupied much of Cressida’s thought and prayer, understandably. “I would care to make sure her heart is ready for a commitment.”

“Of course, but with a deft hand I’m sure the distraction can favour her heart as well.” The Queen smiled amiably, and Felicia inclined her head. “I can trust you’ll proceed the carefully with the matter?”

“It will be my honour,” Felicia smiled and glanced over at Cressida, who was chatting merrily with a few of the other ladies. The merry Cressida Felicia knew from spring seemed to return to them, and perhaps she’d come back stronger.

“You are good to me, Felicia.” The Queen leaned forward and squeezed her hand. Together they shared the moment with a smile.

A match in the making pt. 2

”Lord Boleyn,” Felicia called out, “you are a sight for sore eyes.” It was a quiet evening in one of the salons, Felicia and Cressida sat chatting over a cup of mulled wine to warm their fingers after the chilly wind which had drafted through the castle.

“Is that what they call me now days,” George came over to them with half a grin. “Baroness, Lady Cressida,” he greeted.

“Viscount, I hope you are fine this evening,” Cressida greeted him back, and he flashed her a smile. Felicia had not yet presented her with whom the Queen had suggested for her, but if Felicia could scheme this right, she would probably have caught on by the end of the evening.

“Don’t flatter yourself too much, my Lord, it’s your sex that is scarce around here tonight, one almost starts to wonder what you men are plotting elsewhere,” Felicia teased shamelessly, and Cressida join in with a giggle. “But do join and amuse us.”

“If you ladies demand it,” George said and sat down, “but had I been a prouder man I would have needed more flattering than the scorn you provide, Lady Felicia.”

Felicia laughed perhaps too loud, Cressida got to be the voice of charm and tell George that they did indeed demanded him to sit and speak with them. The conversation continued in the same merry tone, but after a while Felicia started to glance about the room, spotting just what she needed.

“I see Lady Mary arriving,” Felicia said, “I have something I need to discuss with her, please forgive me, but duties come before pleasure.” Mary had just arrived, but the other two of the party recognised it for what it was; a blatant excuse to leave them alone, as George flashed her a smug smile and Cressida gave her a somewhat knowing look, with lips pressed together which could mean she was either displeased with Felicia or perhaps nervously excited. But Felicia grinned at Cressida and left them all the same to talk between four eyes.

Keeping up the pretence Felicia went to speak with Mary, but since she had no duties discuss, and Mary looked as she might have other plans for her free evening – no insult to Felicia’s company – Felicia left to keep her own company with a book instead. The book only kept half her focus, each paragraph read and reread at lest twice before she got through a page, the rest of her focus kept an eye at the couple of the other side of the room. A panic glance from Cressida and she would come and interfere with her rescue.

“In a merry room, it’s rare thing to see you alone with a book, Baroness. Care if I join you or do you wish for your solitude?”

Her focus had at least kept her from realising that a few more courtiers had arrived, more men this time and among them Louis.

“Your Grace,” she was beaming at him, it was hard for her not to, “but you know company is always desired.” He knew, proven by the fact that he had already sat down at the start of her sentence. “I thought you said you would be too busy to attend tonight.”

“I hope you are as glad as I, that I’m not,” he smirked at her.

“Tremendously,” she mused, “but then it’s me you find hard at work tonight.” She said nodding at the other side of the room where Cressida and George still sat conversing. No come-and-save-me glances yet.

“Oh?” Louis glanced at a couple then gave Felicia a side look.

“I’m sure the Queen has kept you in the loop about that. Hasn’t she?”

“Early suggestions, yes, I didn’t object,” he said, “how is it progressing?”

“So far, only beginning steps, dipping their toes in, trying the waters. We’ll have to wait and see what happens.” Felicia threw another glance their way and caught the end of Cressida’s laughter, she was quite sure there would be no need for her to step in this late, so she turned her full attention to Louis. He was studying her. “I must ask what you think of, when you look at me like that.” Then she added in a whisper. “If it’s appropriate in these rooms.”

“I’m reminiscing about another, quite bold, beginning.”

“Oh? Do share,” she urged with a giggle.

“A woman,” he drawled “who knew what she wanted. It took me a moment, to recognise what she was offering at my feet. It seemed too good to be true.”

“You caught on in the end,” she tittered with a small shrug.

“It still seems too good to be true at times.” Felicia could only agree.

It was a very pleasurable evening in the heat of the fire for the all present couples, those just dipping their toes, and those already in the deep.

The topic of conversation

“Honestly Cress, I thought you would have courtier lining up for your company,” Felicia teased as the two women were heading towards the dining hall, “or perhaps at least one special courtier.” She grinned and the hint of blush creeping up Cressida’s cheeks told Felicia what she already knew; George Boleyn’s company had been neither rebuffed nor received with dismay.

“I would still have liked to be considered for the partnership through the maze,” Cressida threw back in kind with a giggle. “All Hallows’ Eve is still sometime away, who do you have to already have claimed your hand? Is Arthur returning to visit?”

“No, he much too busy to come running to me every other month, perhaps he’ll visit for Christmas, we’ll see.”

“Then who? You’ll only find me more curious if you dance to evade it.”

“I’m not dancing,” Felicia retorted, “The Duke of Orleans has offered to accompany me, is that answer to your satisfaction?” Neither she nor Louis had assumed anything else and the decision had hardly been a decision at all, it simply was.

“I’ve often seen you spend much time with His Grace.”

Felicia glanced at Cressida, wondering if there was more prying behind her words, but if so she couldn’t spot it. She was thankful Cressida hadn’t asked a more direct question, because at this point Felicia didn’t want to lie out right to Cress and wasn’t sure she could.

“I enjoy His Grace’s company,” Felicia said honestly, “as I enjoy yours, though since you claim so much of my time already, I wouldn’t say I’m able to spend much time with Lord Louis, it takes up most of my day to keep you pleased.” she teased, directing the conversation elsewhere.

“You make me sound like I’m a burden settled upon you!” Cressida cried, but the smile stayed in place.

“Of course you’re not! How dare you even think so?!” Felicia laughed.

Cressida chuckled. “Don’t worry, I know you adore my company.”

If it had only been Cressida’s off hand comment, Felicia wouldn’t have paid much attention to it, but together with another two inquiries within the next days the anxiety started building.

**

“Lord Boleyn,” Felicia smiled as the man approached, “happy times to run into you.”

“Lady Felicia,” George returned the smile, “I can only agree. Are you per chance heading to join up with my dearest sister?”

“Yes, I’m on my way to attend Her Majesty.”

“Then might I walk with you?”

“Of course, my Lord, it’s nice that you take time to speak with old friends.”

“Old friends? I feel you might be hinting at something, Lady Felicia.”

“Only that I’ve seen little of you lately, perhaps new acquaintances are taking up too much of your time,” Felicia said pointedly, a hint of a smile.

“I would say the neglection is equally on your part. I’ve noticed you’ve been preoccupied with a certain Duke lately,” George teased, “and the look on his face, one can wonder what you have to done to bewitch him so.”

“Are you suggesting I’m entertaining him with more than my conversation?” Felicia kept up the teasing jargon though her pulse had started beating rapidly. “It would be quite scandalous if you did, Lord Boleyn, I am married after all.”

“Of course not, Baroness, we all recall your diverting husband. And I of all people know just how enchanting a conversation in your company can be,” he said, with a smirk that perhaps said something more, and though it wasn’t said with any malice, merely friendly banter, Felicia felt it might not boded well.

**

The Queen had returned from her council, the babes were asleep. Together the Queen, Felicia and Lady Avis had talked, but as Lady Avis excused herself, it urge a change of topic.

“I understand that Lord Louis and you are, what should we call it, companionable?” The Queen asked, definite interest in her expression.

“I’m not sure I understand what you are suggesting, Your Majesty,” Felicia answered warily, the look complete with a furrowed brow but underneath her skin, her heart was racing.

“Oh, come now Felicia, there’s no need to play coy, Louis has admitted as much himself. And to say it bluntly, I’m not blind.” The Queen’s words weren’t unkind but they still felt like jabs to Felicia.

Felicia’s stomach turned and it had nothing to do with her condition, thankfully she had always been spared much of the sickness in the mornings. The question should not have been unexpected, Felicia realised there and then, but it had been. It was the last swing needed that set the imaginary castle, guarding their relationship from curious eyes, tumbling down. Leaving them as they had acted during the last month, as for the whole world to see. Felicia didn’t quite know what she should say.

“It’s mere… amusement, Your Majesty.” Amusement was far from the right word, but it wasn’t a lie, but she couldn’t admit to a truer word, which entailed much more. “I am married, after all, and no matter what this might make it look like, not unhappily so. But I value his company.”

“Then I sure you are aware of the value I put on his… company too…”

“Yes, Your Majesty,” Felicia managed a smile, “and it’s nothing I don’t encourage His Grace to, and wherever it might lead in the future.”

The Queen asked a few more questions, and Felicia knew she answered, but she couldn’t recall what, her head felt dizzy. She tried not to show her discomfort, but the Queen soon moved on to other subjects.

Illusive courtship

Duties concerning the reparations for All Hallows Eve had taken Felicia away from the Queen and the babies, but she had orders to re-join them in the garden as soon as she was done. She had been on her way there when she had, passing through a hallway overlooking the particular part of the garden they usually occupied, she had stopped by a window to see if she could spot blurry figures below or if the whims of autumn weather had forced them inside. Indeed, there were ladies to be spotted and the Queen and the babes with their cots, but instead of hurrying on to join them, Felicia found herself staring through the panes.

It wasn’t only the weather that had been grey lately, Felicia’s moods were growing more and more clouded. All while life was still growing inside of her, to her astonishment. She had found herself missing her husband during the last days – if Arthur was there, she could talk to him. As it was, she was alone in her secret. She had written to him, but an answer was still days away. But it had also made her realise how little time she had had to think of him during the last month, her world consumed by another.

“If I didn’t know better, I would claim you have been avoiding me, Felicia.” She closed her eyes as she heard Louis’ voice, she could hear his footsteps coming up behind her. She swallowed hard. What were the odds he would happen upon her here alone? But then they might be tied together with string, pulling them to each other.

“What nonsense you are speaking, Your Grace,” Felicia tried for a light-hearted giggle, but it didn’t quite reach. She refused to turn and face him. He wasn’t speaking nonsense after all. “How could anyone avoid you…” Her words came to a staggering halt as his hands found her waist – she couldn’t keep up the falsehood.

“First your visits came less frequent, but I could still bear it, but these last days… whenever I seek you, I find you in a particular thick cluster of ladies, or you manage to slip out of the room, and I can’t find your face at mealtimes. Once I could but turn and there you were to share my thoughts and time – now I find you as elusive as a moonbeam. Your absence has been sorely noted, I find sleep lacking – more so when you are not in my bed than when you share it with me.”

She wondered if he had as hard time breathing as she did.

“Louis.” Her word was a pleading whisper. Felicia turned in his hands to face him, but still adverting her eyes, having them stare at the back of her hands as they pressed against his chest. She would never have the mental strength to push him away. “We can’t court as if –“ As if there was a point to it? As if there was a future for them? These thoughts had haunted her during the last days but still she found them difficult to utter. “As if we can show the world what we share. I’m married and your hand was never to be given freely – especially not now…” Her voice faltered, they hadn’t shied away from talking about the possibility of his marriage, but her was never comfortable with her thoughts run freely down that path. Drawing a shaky breath, she continued. “The court is talking…people know.” If people she knew had been bold enough to say it to her face, surely others were whispering behind her back. Arthur was not a proud man, and her concern wasn’t primarily for him, but she didn’t want speculation of her child’s parentage to be gossiped around court, the word bastard whispered behind their backs.

He didn’t deny it and as she dared to look up at him, she could see they stood sharing the same anguish. His fingers dug in tighter at her waist, she felt it even through all the layers of fabrics. His jaw was clenched, lips thin. “Are you asking to end this? Because I am not sure I have the resolve, but I certainly know, I don’t want to test it.”

“No, I tried feebly but failed,” she smiled, hint of bitter, hint of sweet. “God knows by now I could not say goodbye to you, that I’ve ached to the point of breaking as I tried to keep my distance and that I could not resume it now that you are beside me again. God knows and I don’t know why he hasn’t come down to smite us yet for our liaison.”

He chuckled, a wry thing. “If God knows… then perhaps we should not try to fight it… not until there is no other alternative.”

“Yes.” Felicia only had to tip her head back and his found hers. A release for part of the pent up desperation and desire. She felt silly she had even tried, and at the end of it she still found herself kissing him in a very much public passage. But they were alone, and it would have to do for now. She turned to look out the window, the figures were still down there.

He slipped his arms around her midriff, locking her firmly to him and she giggle. Lips brushed over her cheek, and she sighed instead. Relaxing, moulding into his frame she covered his hands with her own, gently squeezing. The pressure over her belly was reassuring. If he only knew – but not yet.

“Felicia.” His words so close to her ear they caressed her cheek. “Had I been able to court you properly, it would be nothing like this. I would proudly have you paraded on my arm through the courts of the continent, I’d have the greatest poets serenade of your beauty, your wit and compassion in every language worth knowing, I’d lead you through every dance and have you by my arm at ever meal and…” he paused, Felicia was glad he stood behind her, perhaps he would miss the few tears falling down her cheeks. “… I’d shower you in gold, jewels and riches.”

Felicia laughed, it barely got stuck in her throat. His words were verging on ridiculous, but it didn’t matter – it could never come to be. As she had believed for some time now, she was sure they couldn’t have found and known each other like this under any other circumstance. “Don’t mistake me,” she said, voice sturdier again, “I love what we have, I don’t want to change it or give it up, although it may only live like the mayfly, I not sure we could have had each other any other way.”

“Then we should live it to the end.”

“Yes, we should treasure it. But I can’t flaunt it to the world. Whatever I might desire.”

There was displeasure in his silence. “Will we still make our way through the maze together?”

“Or we could always lose our way and never be found,” she mused. “But yes, I would still like to have you as my guidance through it.” There was a moment of silence before she spoke again. “And Louis, you have my word that I’ll come by tonight,” Felicia breathed, eyes closed as she tried to will the rest of the world away, wishing they could stay like this indefinitely – but she knew she had to go. Most likely he also had duties he was running late to. “I can’t bear the idea of you not sleeping.”

...to burn, to be on fire

They didn’t lose their way. Or perhaps a little. To blame was the early evening’s wine indulgence and the preoccupation with each other, rather than the path ahead, but Felicia and Louis found themselves at the wooden pyre just after it was lit at midnight.

Though their words, whispers and laughter, and few sighs of pleasure, had accompanied their way through the maze they stood in silence as they watched the growing flames lick their way over the dry wood. Together they watched as it went up in flames, red, hot, and burning. The fire reflected in their eyes, in their hearts. Together they burned, standing side by side, but separate.

Sometime later, Louis pulled her back into the privacy of the winding paths, Felicia had asked for some kind of prudence after all. There he pulled her into his embrace, to his lips and she giggled against them. Happy. Content. But yet always yearning.

Unclasping the velvet partlet, he pushed it back to expose her neckline to the chill and to his fingers. They traced the collarbones, down to the soft curve of her breasts. If he held them there, he could feel the rapid heartbeat. But he stepped away, and Felicia pulled at the sleeve of his doublet to have him back.

Felicia couldn’t see where he produced it from but in the next moment, he held up a necklace before her, red stones reflecting the almost-light they stood in. It would have been lovelier by the dancing fire, Felicia thought.

“Louis,” her voice trembled when she said his name.

“I sent for it from home,” he said, slowly moving to stand behind her, “I wanted – I needed you to have it, with my love.”

Felicia shivered as the cold stones and their gold cages fell to rest against her skin, just below the hollow of her throat. The wisps of the tips of his fingers at the nape of her neck, had the same effect as he fastened it. Then his pressed his lips to the same spot, she drew in a sharp breath.

“When ever I might not hold you, touch you or stand by your side, as I can’t declare what we have, what we share, to all,” his fingers ran along the edge of the necklace as he made his way back to stand in front of her, “may only we know what passion the stones embody, but let the whole world admire them.”

Her eyes sparkled like the rubies, and she pressed a kiss to his lips.

“Louis,” Felicia said slowly, the smile playing at her lips, “I have shared my body and my mind with you – know you have my heart and soul as well.”

Done, and now we rush onto the next!

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Yılmaz Aynişah Hatun bint Vizer Evhad
19, December 3rd
Face claim: Esra Bilgiç

Interests: Emin Ali, Mathis, Mary

Christ on a bike

You’ve seen your father with a grin sharp enough to cut bones, blood pooled in the caverns of ruthlessness, the last face someone saw; becoming the role of death, a role far too many men shouldered— your father said it was for the greater good of his country, while stuffing secrets inside of their house.

“We’re already at war with Spain, crafted with intent, the queen could—“ mindlessly a hand slips over the overgrown grass, there are two heirs to the throne and change hangs in the air.

“No,” Emin Ali stills her sharp tongue, - “the queen wouldn’t make the request, the princess is out of reach,” capture or bloodshed would intensify an already tense situation, - “your father should not have shared secrets of the country with you,” it sounds like a warning, falling on deaf ears.

“Do you think we would press onwards with the war? When poverty and sickness spreads in the country like a wildfire?”

“Aynişah hatun—“ her name rolls off his tongue, like soap slipping from your hands, - “you will get burned,” inch by inch his eyes took her in,

“You think gutting humans instead of fish would improve the welfare of our country?” Father said she was a bird and one day a creature would snap her neck; sometimes she was a flower branch and she was snapped off for vanity, - “apologies, I am not a political person,” hand on skewed hip and laughter slipping out of pursed lips.

“Nor does your apology ring with honesty,” there’s a hand on her shoulder, - “you shouldn’t allow everyone hearing your thoughts,” swallowing words tasted of bile to her, and he looks at her with analytical eyes, she’s probably too easy to solve.

“Then you tell me yours—“ a grin spreads wider than his moustache and his hand slips from her shoulder; she tries not to shiver when finding the content of her stomach in her throat.

“I should not,” he cups his neck, she looks down half expecting a bear trap, feeling like a marooned pirate, woefully looking out at him— the sea who decided pirates' fates, - ”not to the capacity you are seeking.”

”We’re friends, and people tell me I am someone who they feel comfortable confiding in,” she chimes, jumping a puddle and nearly slips on the landing.

“Mary?”
“Yes—“ there’s another grin on his face, - “Lord Mathias as well I would assume,” she adds while bunching her skirt in hand.

“Did he confide he is eligible for marriage to the queen?” They’ve walked another lap with a few detours around the garden, reaching the fountain once more.

“No, there is no obligation for him to tell me,” she swayes in her steps, voice becoming a slight murmur, - “Lord Mathias isn’t the only one,” there was Jane on the prowl as well, - “Lord Louis—“ she dismisses the name in her own mind, - “Lord Magnus—“

“There’ll be more coming out of the woodworks for the queen’s throne,” deliberately avoiding the word hand, this was a chase for something else and for once the woman possessed all the cards, - “for Lord Mathias this would be a match, would that be so bad?” She had asked for it, transparency of thoughts.

“No, it would not be.”

“I thought we were going to be honest,” he looked up at the sky innocently, hands clasped behind his back, - “then again, I heard your family has a noble lineage and your inheritance despite being split counts to a nice fortune.”

A quip she thinks, - “if you dig in my past I barge in on yours like a thief in the night and empty every draw on the ground,” which wasn’t fair, she didn’t have any sins, a sheltered life didn’t leave much to the imagination; there was France, just France.

disguised

“Are you tempted to ruin it?” Royal ceremonies were ethereal, angels cloaked in silver or gold and among them one would fall to the devil; demon in disguise, - “how does it feel? A tingle in your fingers?”

“We shouldn’t make assumptions of others based on what we hear,” the pious woman was draped in gold, melting into her hair, - “coming from the mouth of Lady Mary I imagine it’s spoken in tongues,” Jane cants her head, - “still playing everyone like cheap violins until the tension breaks the string.”

“She speaks of you—“ Ayni snickers, staying by Jane’s side while the children are brought out to their godparents.

“We aren’t different from each other, I would claim we are cut from the same cloth,” phlegmatic clapping comes from the woman, falling in with the crowd around them, - “Mary also has a past.”

“I’ve chosen my loyalty,” the women take a seat next to each other, the discomfort growing between them, - “you could have chosen not to attend court here.”

“And miss out on pleasant conversations? Why would I my dear? I am enjoying the scenery here,” it’s more something her mother said once, despite not loving father there was loyalty because they had a contract between them, - “let me give your young and inexperienced mind some advice— you looking out for them, will make them act the same in return.”

“We wouldn’t have been acquaintances under different circumstances,” this was now, with a woman, watching from the shadows, towards the children she had not long ago had helped birth; a perilous state— even more than being a princess in Spain.

“Probably not—“ it’s uttered politely, and left them in silence during the remainder of the Christening; she thrived under tension, Ayni could endure discomfort for extended periods of time, just a deep breath in.



“Utterly awful!” The Christening was over, she barged into Mary’s chamber without a knock, a shoe flying towards the corner of the room.

“I saw— I told—“ fumbling with words, two glasses of wine and a bottle of port balanced between her knees, - “the worst,” Mary breathes and speaks.

“Let her come and I will smite her,” nearly tripping while clumsily throwing the other shoe before taking a leap onto the bed.

A cup of wine pressed between grabby fingers, - “always ready with a wine bottle for her,” Mary agrees, raising it into the air, - “the sheer audacity!”

“Well I did confront her—“ Mary gives her a glare, the bed bounces from her weight and a few drops of wine spills on the covers, - “thought she was lurking in the shadows—“

“See, that’s what I’ve been saying all along—“ eyes rolling to the back of Mary’s head, disappearing for a few seconds, - “she’s up to something, I can feel it in my bones.”

in friendship

The wind kisses the treetops, carrying their laughter, ripples pull the lake in front of them and the damp morning air clings to their garments. Rhubarb pies exchanged with pumpkin, she wouldn’t burst through the surface of water dripping in pollen green until another year passed; they’ve spoken of their ghosts and religion, their differences which makes them alike.

“Have you killed for food before?” He leans both hands and chin planted on top of his bow, swaying from side to side in anticipation of her shot, - “gutted and skinned what is left?” Voice an octave higher than it usually was, she holds her breath when birds take flight, the bow string smattering against fingertips when the arrow takes flight.

“I’ve killed,” out of breath she turns towards him.

“Flies do not count,” shoulders weren’t as sun sunk lately, his chin aimed higher these days, - “remember to keep the shape of your body next time.”

Kicking the bow of the ground, passing each other to change places briefly, it had been over a year since last holding a bow, spine strung up tightly, - “killed a rabbit once for soup, father gutted it.”

“We could try for a deer.”

“Don’t you only hunt blue blooded creatures?” The arrow sails out over the lake, and the sounds of the forest are overshadowed by the man’s laughter.

“Lady Jane mourns the death of a loved one, much like what you’ve been doing,” Mathias places a hand on hip, lips ajar.

“She mourns her misery being greater than the queen’s, the king was a bit of a harlot,” shoulders shrugged and a foot kicked at some fallen arrangements of leaves on the ground.

“One day that tongue will have you executed,” they have been enjoying each other’s company, platonically, without the need to tip toe around each other anymore. Surprisingly close friendship flourishing within, - “mark my words.”

“You’ll be dead by poison before that on your wedding night with Lady Jane— truly this is all Henry’s fault,” which was typical, women cleaning up the mess after a man.

“My support leans heavily towards the queen, I do not wish falling out of her circle over a woman,” Mathias points out.

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Valerie is rushing

R1 - DONE | R2 - WIP



Duchess Westerland's Playlist

FORM - DONE

Name: Duchess Colette Issabell Sutton, 4th Duke of Westerland, Viscount Kirkton

Age: 19

Face claim Jessica Parker Kennedy

Important relationships
Sir Francis Bryan, Earl of Surray



Lord Maximillian von In der Maur auf Strelburg und zu Freifeld, Burgomeister of Berneck and Freiherr von In der Maur




Lady Mary Boleyn, widow of William Carey, of Aldenham

Confidant and trusted friend.

Person In Maze: Max

Interests: Francis | Max | Mary

STORY - TBD

Christening - TBD

All Hallows Eve - TBD

OUTFITS - Christening | TBC maybe

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Claiming... very late :DDDD

Hi, so, I'll combine the time of R3 and R4 in one round, shortened, and use this opportunity to announce (altho, I believe everyone knows) that Round 5 will be an epilogue round, set either 5 or 6 years in the future.
This combined round will end on July 31st. Round 5 opens the same day.

Round 3: His silver skin laced with his golden blood.

The round will take place during December 1533.

With both children coming along, healthy and chubby babies, things at court seem more stable than ever. One might even consider things to be back to normal, but if you pay any attention you will notice a great deal of new royalty at the court. The goal is quite clear, of course: step into the empty seat.

Anne is giving her best to appear interested while keeping everyone at arms' length - everyone who is at least a bit close to her knows she does not intend to take a husband this early, but it doesn't keep her from occasionally handing a bit of hope to a chosen few.

At the very beginning of the month, both good and bad news are in order: Lady Jane Seymour is starting to show her pregnancy, but in light of the wedding between Lady Lucrezia and Lord Otto, the issue is disregarded for a week as the ceremony of their wedding will take place at the end of the first week of December.

Everyone is invited to attend, with Otto's and Lucrezia's families showing up to the court - even his brother Johann with his wife and children.

The royals of Bavaria decide to spend the Christmas at court, making things a little bit more difficult for the Queen who will not be able to deal with Jane Seymour, hoping to present the court in the best way. Festivities of the 12 days of Christmas will be more joyous and happier than ever: two new heirs - male one, most importantly - and Queen courted from all sides.

The final hit to Queen's good mood comes when the remains of a letter are discovered - a letter proclaiming her the false protestant queen, claiming Jane and Henry married in secrecy after he announced his new faith, and thus new marriage null and void.

Round 4: Be bloody, bold, and resolute.

The round takes place on January and February of 1534.

The second day of New Year does not begin well. Jane Seymour vanished from the court around the same time King Johann and his wife did, leaving behind a furious Queen whose position is threatened by the good relationships Seymours have with the catholic part of the country who would not have England in the hands of Spain with Princess Mary.

Outraged, the Queen throws Seymours to the Tower, charging them for treason for conspiring against the crown.

End of January, they are beheaded on the charges of treason, and the Queen announces she will marry again once everyone conspiring with Seymours has been found.

In the middle of February, her marriage is announced.
You might end your story here.

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So, I believe this is very much dependant on the personal plots you might have.
I will also give you impressions between this semi-round-hybrid-whatever we wanna call this Round 3&4 combo.

Please consider that the marriage, as well as your family status and political standing, will determine what comes next for your character.

Ask anything

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I am horribly, horribly forgetful these days, so I will be posting impressions here.

Lady Felicia

Louis & Anne
She considers the arrangement for a brief moment of daydreaming allowed - the last time she believed things were going well was around the time her loving husband put a child into the Seymour girl - her marrying Louis who is so obviously in love with Felicia, and Arthur, unaware of the situation, allows his wife to remain at the court to accompany the queen?

She dismissed the idea - marriage to France would make as much sense as marriage to Spain at this point, her eyes land on Lord Magnus conversing with Avis and Felicia as they cradled the children. Anne finds herself considering some very inappropriate things, before diverting her gaze to Louis approaching.

"Your Majesty," he says, and she smiled, nodding for him to sit down. -"I am not asked to join the council tomorrow morning, may I assume you might be deciding on a husband then?"
She laughs, rolling her eyes.
"They are relentless," she speaks through her teeth.
"Henry's side of the bed hasn't gotten cold yet-"
"Depending on which rumours you believe, it did, but that is not really the issue here," she spat out. -"Enough with the grim thoughts,"
"Looking for a spouse should not be considered grim,"
"Brave words, especially when spoken by someone who has actively been avoiding doing that for years," she's amused and he laughed.
"You are in a good mood, your majesty,"
"I try," she admitted. -"Your lover brings me almost as much joy as she brings you," Anne replies quite openly, watching for his reaction. Felicia was happy - husband or no husband - she found something in Louis that made her radiant, happy, content. That was a goal worth seeking, she loved to see her like that. Louis, taken aback for a moment, gives a playful shrug.
"Perhaps this is what happens when you avoid love for most of your life," he continued. -"It comes to you unattainable."

He catches himself sounding bitter when the reality was the opposite.

Felicia brought him joy, happiness, love, romance, pleasure - everything he wished for, and then some more. Recently, he found little solace in temporary delights, finding himself considering the reality of what comes next more often than not. Still, it comes difficult to be anything other than utterly happy when they are together.

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Louis will be uncertain about how to feel about the pregnancy at first. Once he realizes there is fear of miscarriage in her, he will do his best to support her and help her navigate through this feeling. Once it settles in his mind they are expecting a child, he will share her secret and emotions - he is not unhappy, especially given he knows she wants a child badly. He will be gentler, deeming her more fragile than ever, but will want to share her bed despite the fact nothing might happen.

For the first time in a long time, he will have to face the music and the reality of them in December and will ask about her plans. Once Felicia announces she will leave to go home to have the child, his heart will sink, despite knowing there is no other choice.

So, for the rest of the round - or rounds, however, we call this - he will always thread the thin line of being happy she is happy and being sad it is ending before he believed it would end. He did think they would have more time, more opportunities to spend time together. Louis will be a mess, trying to hide it.

Anne is both happy her children are thriving and saddened about the fact their lives are still not as secure as she wished them to be. She'll confide in Felicia, and would be thrilled to find out about the pregnancy, not openly discussing the father of the child, but subtly giving her support.

She will make sure Felicia knows she has a friend in her, no matter her decision regarding the court. Her mood will go down with the news of Jane, the letter and finally as the Seymour girl flees the court.

Should Felicia still be present in late January/February, she would be around children a bit more often than not, considering she has the trust of the queen who is preoccupied.

Sometime in January, Felicia might stumble onto Anne feeding the children on her own, which will give them time to talk about the marriage and Anne saying she only has two choices at the current court: Magnus & Louis, asking Felicia to share her opinion, claiming she heard she has a sane mind for politics and she would love to hear her thoughts on the matter.

George & Cressida
It didn't take her too long to figure out the intentions regarding her match, but the presence of George Boleyn does not make her uncomfortable so she says nothing to the occasional walks, talks, games of cards. Especially now he is not trying to be witty at all times, he is not trying to do anything but be a pleasurable company.

Still, the morning feels heavy, and she seeks Felicia around the grand hall, given she is not with the babies - the laughter around the corner announces to her she. is not far: the small corner table hosts a game of cards between Felicia, George, Louis and Philippe. She takes her time getting there, slowly approaching as she catches George's eye - he smiles, nodding, Cressida walking slowly towards the table. Perhaps a game, before she whisks away her friend, even for a moment, perhaps to ask if she was feeling okay, given her recent changes in behaviour did not go unnoticed, despite what it might appear.

He is coming to terms with the match recently - the girl was beautiful, she was not stupid and could hold her own in a conversation: perhaps it was the fact she called him out a few times. He liked that, perhaps more than he believed he would. Felicia caught him staring, chuckling softly once, but he says nothing, continuing the game instead.

Cressida is worried some slight changes in behaviour are happening, and even if she cannot figure out what exactly changed, she is sure something is happening: she would talk to Felicia about it, without forcing anything in the conversation. She's in a better mood but will express her idea of leaving the court as the season ends - she likes it here, but she is far too often reminded of Bella and she believes she should look for her place elsewhere.

A more serious rumour of her match with George will make her unable to ignore it, so she will be more open when speaking about it, and will make a realization she is not disliking the fact, only expressing her concerns about the fact George resembles Mary the most and she worries he would not find her to be enough - seeking the company of others.

George TBA

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Form

Name: Lady Felicia Compton, Baroness Morley
Age: 23, 24 in the new year
Face claim: Jenna Coleman
Interests Louis, and then the rest

November

Confessions

Stealing into Louis’ chambers, she found him nursing a cup of wine by the fire. A hand pressing against his temple, he looked deep in thoughts.

“I’m not disturbing, am I?” The half-smile she received urged her to join him. “A long day?”

He hummed a yes against her lips as she leaned down and kissed him. “I was hoping you’d come and distract me.”

“I can offer distraction,” she spoke carefully and sat down in a chair, “but I’m not sure it’s the kind you’d like,” For weeks she had talked herself out of bringing it up, but she could hardly wait any longer. He looked puzzled. “There is something we need to talk of…”

A frown crept over his brow. “You look pale,” he ran a finger over her cheek. “What troubles you?”

“I don’t count it a trouble, and it is my hope you will neither, but that is for you to decide, of course.”

“Then out with it, you worry me when you look at me like that.”

“Louis, your child is growing in my belly.” Felicia watched him, not at all knowing what to expect. But his features gave nothing away as the moments ticked away.

“What?” Disbelief showed itself. Felicia had been astonished he hadn’t noticed it himself yet, but that look on his face told her that the truth she spoke was so far outside his expectations it would have taken a lot longer for him to see it on his own. He shook his head slowly. “How? When?”

“I think you might know how it happen,” she teased, as a measure to push down the nervous tendrils that curled in her chest. “Which is why this,” she gestured between them, “should not happen so regularly outside the marriage bed.” But he didn’t look like he was in the joking mood and her pretence smile faltered. “As of when, since sometime August, I believe.”

A colder streak appeared behind his eyes. “You recall as well as I that your husband visited in August, but you claim it is mine…”

“Yes. Which is perhaps where I should have started,” she looked down at her hands that busied themselves plucking at the edge of the gown, a nervous laughter slipped. Compared to how many times she had imagined, plotted, this conversation, she was doing an awful job of telling it how she had liked. “What Arthur and I have – it’s not as straightforward as it looks. I hold much love for him, but we don’t share a bed. Well, that is not exactly true – the truth is we have never lain together. It… it is not my secret which is why I have never spoken to anyone of it. But I don’t think he’d mind me telling you, not now. He does not want me. In fact, he does not desire women at all.” Ramblings were pouring out of her mouth, she wished for a cup to wet her lips, her throat but she found she could not move yet. She dared to look at him, he was watching her intently. “I have not lain with anyone else since I arrived at court, nor have I wished to. That’s how I know it is yours.”

He stared at her. She could see his throat bob as he swallowed, his tense jaw flicker but his thoughts were out of her reach. “All these months, you’ve known and not told me?”

“I’m sorry… never told you because in wildest dreams, I never thought I’d get to keep it,” she could see him try to understand the perplexity of what she was saying. “I’ve… lost them… I have not been able to keep the babies before. Most of them went earlier than this, but there was also one that went very late… other than my prayers, there is no guarantee this one will live either...” Her throat tied itself into a knot as she uttered the words, she tried not to dwell on the thought but pushed on. “But I’ll do anything for it to come reach the world breathing.”

“You have never spoken of any of this…” He sounded… baffled. It was something else than the cold, question was if it was if it was for the better or worse.

“It is not the topic men wish to hear about. It’s women’s work, a woman’s burden after all.”

“I’ve shared my troubles and trifles with you, and I thought I had shared yours – but you have kept it all hidden from you. Uncomfortable or not – I had wished to know.”

She inclined her head. “Yes,” she breathed, “then let me share my last secret with you, and then my heart lay bare – a child was all I ever longed for, for a long while, and my intent of coming to court, was in part to find dalliances, to seed a child into my belly. But then I met you, and I only wanted you… I found love I did not dream existed and… knowing it is yours, I’ve never wanted it more.”

The silence echoed through the room once Felicia quietened. She could feel his eyes burn into her, but she refused to look, feeling like a liar and a cheat.  “Are you going to speak?” She asked once she couldn’t bear it anymore.

“What words would they be?”

“I will leave if that is what you want me to.”

“Is that what you think?” She could hear him shift then she saw him crouch in front of her. A hand came to cup her cheek, but also directing her to look at him. “I don’t want you gone. You poured all your words over me – I can’t yet make out what to feel, much less what to think. But I would never ask you to leave.”

She leaned her forehead against his, letting out a shaky breath, inching her lips closer to his, asking to be reaffirmed, how him wanted her still. The kiss tasted of all the emotions.

“It hurts,” he spoke softly once lips had parted again, still forehead to forehead, his hand caressed her neck. “Partly that you kept it from me, but also, knowing what you been through, and most of all seeing you hurting.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Why are you sorry, I thought this was all you ever wanted?”

Felicia laughed a little, tension draining little by little as she his nearly-smile. Grasping his other hand, she brought it to her lips. She sat up straighter to be able to see him in the eye. “Know I won’t demand anything of you, I’m ever so grateful for your part in making it happen. It has always been Arthur’s intention to raise the child as his own, within the marriage.”

“Will I be able to make any decision regarding… this?”

“If you don’t want to acknowledge it, I won’t bring it up again, and I would hope we could resume what we had before this conversation – except I fear will still grow quite hideous in time. But if you want to… I will share it all with you.”

“But it is my child?”

“Yes.” A shiver ran down her spine.

“We’ve created life together.”

“Yes.”

The he kissed her again, and though there was still questions to answer, feeling to resolve, in that moment Felicia knew it would work out.

December

Fake empire

Turn the light out, say goodnight.
No thinking for a little while. Let's not try to figure out everything at once


“Are you sure you should do that?” Louis spoke from the bed, his eye glued on her as she had left it to refill the goblet.

“I can still move about,” she grinned as she made her way back to the bed, taking a sip of the goblet as she reached it. “And don’t deprive me of the pleasure of pouring you wine.”

She handed him the goblet and crawled once more under the blankets into their warmth. He half sat in bed and took a long draft before the placed the wine to the side. She kissed the wine from his lips before nestling in beside him. Entwining her legs with his, resting her head on his torso – to find herself as close to him as she possibly could, body and soul. Her bump fit neatly against his hip, his arm around her back, hand resting at the dip of her waist. They fit perfectly together.

“It was a beautiful wedding today, wasn’t it?” Felicia mused, fingers running mindlessly across his chest. “Lady Lucrezia and Lord Otto, such devotion in their eyes and love in their hearts, I think they will have a most happy future.”

“And while they start on their journey, you will be leaving all too soon. I’m finding it more and more difficult to enjoy myself in the light of that. The day you won’t be here to join me…” His voice low and reverberating through his chest.

She pushed herself unto an elbow to look him in the eye. “Louis, I won’t have your melancholy tonight.” Taking his hand, pressing her lips to his palm. “This is the most happiness I’ve ever known, pure bliss – if ever I’ll know it.” She pressed a kiss to veins at his wrist, plenty more up over his arm, reaching his shoulder, throat chin and then lips. “Tonight, it is only you and me, in this bed, in this room. And let the rest of the world disappear.”

His eyes were heavy with desire as he looked at her, a tug of smile at the corner of his lip. He kissed her again. “In this paradise of ours, I will have you as my queen.”

“You’ll be my king. And together we will rule this realm of four walls.” She gestured at the relative vastness of the chamber and then back into the pillows giggling.

“Then I decree that we never have to leave.”

“As long as this night lasts forever.”

And then she burst into giggles again when he pulled her on top of him.

Happy tidings

“We could talk later, Your Majesty,” Felicia spoke hesitantly, seeming as the Queen cursed under her breath when Felicia came into the room. Whoever the previous audience might have been, they had left the Queen in a foul mood. Which wasn’t perhaps surprising with the Seymour-girl’s pregnancy.

“No, it’s alright Felicia, perhaps you can get me into a better mood, I’ll need if I am to offer smiles and pleasant conversations for our guests at dinner,” the Queen sighed. “It’s unusual you ask to see me on such formal occasions, perhaps you are here with more dim report?”

“I’d call it happy tidings, Your Majesty, and I hope you’ll agree. The request isn’t as formal, as perhaps a want for privacy.”

“Then you wouldn’t mind if we collect the children?”

“Not at all, Your Majesty, it would even be fitting.”

Said and done, they sat alone once more but with the children. Edward was sound asleep in a crib, Felicia slowly rocking it. Elizabeth lay in her mother’s arms, happy and gurgling.

“What was it you wished to speak to me about?” The Queen asked, looking expectant at Felicia, her mood already improved.

Felicia drew in a breath in preparation, gaze lingering on the sleeping prince. “I’m having one of my own, hopefully,” she added. She didn’t like to speak of it in certain terms, as if doing so would tempt fate. “That is, I’m with child.”

“That is indeed happy news.” Queen Anne was smiling.

“I’m glad you think so.”

“Of course, I know how you have longed for one.”

“I didn’t Your Majesty would have remembered, summer seem so long ago.”

“Yes, it feels like a lifetime has happened since, but I remember it fondly. And since I trust you to care for my own babes completely, I think you’ll be most suited for motherhood.” Queen released a hand and reach out to grab Felicia’s.

“Thank you, Your Majesty,” Felicia said, overwhelmed to the brink of tearing up, but she laughed happily.

“For how long?”

“Since late summer, I believe.”

“Goodness gracious, you’ve kept it well concealed.”

“It’s not long before I can’t keep it a secret anymore. I didn’t want to make it known before I had too, Your Majesty might recall… I’ve not always been able to keep them. But I wanted you to know first, before I tell the other ladies.”

“Of course,” the Queen smiled kindly, “but the father knows?”

“Yes, he knows,” Felicia answered placing her hand on her abdomen. Then adding, “Arthur might come visit in the new year, he would have come sooner but duties keep him busy.”

The Queen’s grin was quite knowing now. “Of course, your husband should visit, and share in the good news. A baby, it’s a thing to rejoice Felicia, know I’m very happy for you.”

The right man

“I don’t want to pry…” Felicia started as she watched from her seat by the fire as her friend donned the last glam for the evening’s Christmas celebrations, the whole court was a pleasantly buzzing hive at present, more than half paying courtship to the Queen bee.

“Yes, you do,” Cressida retorted, no nonsense, clasping beads around her neck, “I’ve seen your glances, dying to know, I don’t know why you have found yourself too polite to just ask – you usually don’t beat around the bush this much.”

Mouth agape for a moment, Felicia closed it and laughed instead. “It’s not like you to go without mentioning it either and since I’ve already put my nose quite heavily into it already, I thought I’d give you time to talk yourself.”

“You are allowed to ask,” Cressida said with half a smile. Felicia pointedly didn’t ask. “How do I look?” Cressida turned, posing the look.

“Like you will turn more than a few heads, absolutely lovely.”

They were on their way to the celebrations in the great hall when Cressida returned to their previous topic.

“I like George, I do, but… I’m not sure,” she hesitated, “how to put it? He resembles Mary, don’t you think? … and – I’m not sure it will be enough for him, to settle for one woman… that he would need the company of others. ”

Not being able to hold it back, Felicia laughed out loud.

“Are you laughing at me?” Cressida wrinkled her nose.

“Not at you, never,” Felicia said, giggles still escaping, “just impressed, had I had half your wit at your age, perhaps my own situation would have ended up quite different. I think you understand Lord Boleyn very well, perhaps too well. But I will say, in my own assessment – I think George could find himself loyal and… satisfied with his wife alone, if she’s the right woman. She’d have to be bold – body and mind – among other things, but there is no shame in admitting you might not be the right woman for him. Or rather that he is not the right man for you. To marry him – it would be your life for a long time, to me your happiness is the most important.”

Cressida hummed a considering reply.

“Should you want, I can always speak with the Queen, Cress,” Felicia offered.

“Thank you, but I think I can handle Lord Boleyn for now, and a conversation with the Queen, should the need arise.” Felicia was most positive Cressida could handle herself.

The Christmas celebrations were gay in the great hall. Laugher rose as much as wine was downed.

“There’s no harm in trying other men for the evening,” Felicia said once she and Cressida had found themselves with plates of meats and filled pasties, among other delicacies.

“Trying?” Cressida asked, eyebrows raised incredulous over the wording. 

“Harmless flirting, is all, you are the one who reads more into it.”

Cressida snorted. “Yes, I’m convinced you speak of the most innocent intentions.”

Felicia smirked. “Well, perhaps some kissing in the dark. Right man or not, there is no commitment saying you shouldn’t enjoy yourself.” Cressida giggled. “Besides, you could do some flirting for me too, most men seem to be put off even the most innocent flirting by my condition,” Felicia patted the now showing stomach, as she pushed away the now finished plate.

“Which men would you have flattered with your company, or perhaps which men would you have me flatter?” Cressida asked, eyes roaming the room.

“Wouldn’t it be fun to discern what men has come to contest for our Queen’s hand? Flirting for the sport of it, and for the welfare of the state.”

Cressida laughed. “You take your duties very serious I hear.”

“Every chance to combine duty and pleasure, and I will take it. But I’m sure there are more familiar faces at court to approach too. Let’s see who do we have?” Out of the men at court and whom she could pot in the crowd, Lord Mathias was dismissed out of hand, and so Felicia also dismissed Sir Francis. “Perhaps the Earl of Devonshire,” she continued to scan the crowd, “ah, perhaps Lord Philippe, I’ve always considered him a handsome face.”

“Is a handsome face all it should take?” Cressida asked teasingly. “But speaking of the French, there is a certain ‘Your Grace’,” Cressida mimicked Felicia’s always devoted way of addressing the man in public, “staring quite intently I would say.”

Felicia followed Cressida’s gaze and found Louis in the crowd, staring intently not an understatement. Felicia sent him a sweet smile, raising her eyebrows in question. There was a barely visible twitch of his lips before the looked away. Felicia tittered and shook her head slightly. “I think I better go and speak to His Grace.” Throwing a grin at Cressida, she found her friend surpassing a smirk.

“I won’t ask tonight, but someday I will ask what there is between you.”

“I know you don’t want to stay at court, but let me tell you are more than apt, cleaver and perspective, for court life. And next time you ask, I promise I will tell you. Now, get gone and have some fun.”

January

A gathering of friends

“Lady Felicia, I thought we would be a larger party.”

“Lord Boleyn, Cressida only went to fetch me a shawl, which is at least one of the perks with this condition, you do get to commandeer more,” Felicia said merrily. The new year has just begun and there as still months left, but she was growing heavier. “I think the rest of arrive soon but do sit down and amuse me in the meantime.”

“There was something I wanted to speak with you about,” George said as he sat down, a furrow settling in between his brows.

“Oh?” Felicia sighed. “If it’s about the Queen and her children again, I don’t think I can tell you in any clearer words, it’s not possible to be overprotective of defenceless children.” She had thought his concern on the subject incomprehensible when he had brought it up a week earlier.

“No, that is not it.”

“Then out with it, before the rest join us.”

“Have Cressida spoken with you?”

“Ah, so that is what ails you. We speak all the time, but I guess your question concerns a specific topic, that of you? Or rather of the two of you?”

“How does she speak of us then?”

“Lord Boleyn, I appreciate our friendship, but you must know I hold her confidence higher than yours. I will say, she doesn’t dislike you. Far from it.” Her words smoothed the furrow somewhat. “But I will say, she may be young but the trials of the last year have erased any lingering naiveté. She’s too clever to simply fall for your smiles George, however charming they might be.”

“Thank you,” he said, flashing her one of those charming smiles. “But look, our party is joining us, let’s play some cards.”

Between us mothers

“Forgive me Your Majesty,” Felicia said, hand at her throat, the room had been quiet and dim lit, she had thought it empty. “I didn’t expect to find you here. I thought you were in council with the gents.”

A soft smirk played on Queen Anne’s lips. “No, we are only taking a moment to ourselves.” She looked down at the babes in her arms, greedily sucking at their mother’s breasts. “Perhaps I am shirking my stately duties.”

“Ask me and I’ll tell you your motherly duties takes precedence every time.” Felicia grinned. “But then I don’t think I’d be a very good Queen. I should leave and return you to your own company.”

“Please stay Felicia and spoil us with your company.”

Felicia pulled up a chair and sat down, taking Elizbeth from the Queen’s arms once the princess was done feeding. Edward still sucked happily at the tit.

“How does it feel?” Felicia asked softly, afraid of disturbing the serenity of the scene.

“It’s…” The Queen laughed lightly. “It’s extraordinary. You’ll feel it soon too.” Felicia smiled, but didn’t say anything. She prayed for it every day, but it still felt both real and unreal at the same time. “I’ve not heard you complain, but how are you feeling?”

“Good, better than expected even. My back is aching, but it’s nothing I can’t stand.”

“I glad to hear it. You must promise to tell me, should there be anything.”

“Of course, Your Majesty is most kind.”

“Well, I remember the days, and it will only grow heavier.”

“But then you bore twice the weight! If we had known in those last months there’d be two healthy children… Alas, I’ll be content with just the one.”

Felicia held both babies while Anne covered up, then handing Edward back to his mother.

“Do you believe I am a good Queen?”

“Yes.” Felicia spoke without hesitation. “But I think your start have been rougher than most. Let’s hope it will show the world you are tough as diamond, not soft as gold.”

Anne chuckled at the flattery. “You have not shared your views about the prisoners in the tower, but I have seen how you disapprove. And you still call me good.”

“I’m afraid the influence of my husband over the years have turned into something of a pacifist. But like I said, I would not be fit for the crown you bear, nor do I envy the decisions you have to make.”

“There is another decision they demand of me, and the demand for it has become adamant; the one of my future spouse.” The Queen paused. “I won’t pretend the topic between the two of us won’t be delicate, but I value your thoughts.”

“Then I guess the visiting courtiers wasn’t found worthy.”

“Offers closer to home are more appealing in every aspect, but between Magnus and Louis, the choice is a difficult one.”

A deep breath before she spoke. “I can tell you what I have told Louis, I think the two of you understand each other very well and would make excellent regents –“ She elaborated a little more.

“Yes, it would be a comfort to have a friend by my side. But I loyal friends in France, even without a marriage, so can I afford the luxury?”

“Lord Magnus would bring a powerful ally to England’s side. Surely… Lord Magnus is also a friend?”

“Of course, but not exactly the same.”

“Once again, I don’t envy you the choice you have to make. But I feel like I will have to tell you, Your Majesty, when the time for the baby comes, I would ask to be released from your service and return home.”

“No doubt I will grant you your wish, but I must ask does it have to do with anything that we have just discussed?”

“I wouldn’t leave you and the babies for anything less than the prospect of my own, but yes, I speak only for myself, I won’t deny that some distance would be beneficial for what may come of the future. If my Queen would allow it, I come back and serve you, in time.”

“You would be welcome back, whenever you are ready for it. Trusted companions are not easy to come by, and I believe Edward and Elizabeth would benefit from a companion of their own.”

A night to remember us by

There was a know at the door. Felicia stirred from her half slumber and Arthur closed his book, rising from this seat, pulled up to the side of the bed. “I’ll get it.”

Felicia blinked the fog from her head as she heard Arthur open the door. “Ah, Your Grace, please come in.”

“Baron Morley, I hope I am not disturbing,” a familiar voice murmured.

“Not at all,” Arthur chuckled, “I think she’s most pleased that you are here. Lica, darling, you have company.” Arthur came over and help her sit up.

“Louis, you came,” Felicia smiled sweetly, if a bit tired. He didn’t perhaps look all to comfortable as a part of a trio. From Arthur’s smirking, he was highly amused by the fact.

“I should leave you,” Arthur said and pressed a kiss to Felicia’s forehead, “since my wife is indisposed, though I am a poor substitute, I promised Cressida my company for the evening.” He presented Louis with slight, and somewhat mocking – or at least Felicia knew it as such, bow of the head before swiftly leaving the quarters.

“How are you? Are you alright?” Louis spoke once they were alone.

“I’m fine, a bit tired perhaps but it was only a scare.” There had been pains, cramping, a bit of blood. It had caused commotion among the ladies. “The baby is fine. But why are you standing all the way over there.”

He came over to the bed. “Your husband doesn’t mind me being here.” It wasn’t a question but he spoke hesitantly.

“I told you, he doesn’t,” Felicia grinned. “Depending on your state of dress when he returns, he might even be excited.” But the joke didn’t ease Louis. “Would you please come and hold me?”

He sat down next to her on the bed, wrapping an arm around her, pulling her close. She leaned her head against his chest. “You scared me, when I heard I thought all was lost.”

“I’m sorry, I was scared myself. But it’s okay, it really is. Here.” She took his hand placed it on the side of the belly. Shifting movements could be felt through the thin linen smock. He chuckled, it was a happiness filled of relief and happiness. And she looked up at him, beaming.

With all my love

“Duke of Orleans, Lord Louis.”

Louis, barley out of the council chambers, turned at the soft voice, finding Lady Cressida a few paces away. Without hesitation he approached her.

“Is anything the matter?”

“Your Grace, have you finished council for today?” Cressida smiled, but her eyes held melancholy. “No one is hurt,” she added to ease the growing bewilderment in his eyes. His expression changed to a frown as he gave her a curt nod and she continued. “I would have given this to you sooner, but she told me not to inconvenient you.”

She.He then saw the folded parchment in her outstretched hand, and he stared at it, trying to discern what other causes there could be behind it, better ones than what he feared.

“Is she… Has she…” He reached for the paper, but Cressida kept hold of it, keeping it a bridge between them. She looked him in the eye, with kindness.

“The weather was calm this morning, Arthur and Felicia left before dawn.” Cressida pitied him. The plan hadn’t been to leave for weeks yet, but the scare had hastened the parting. She herself had been awoken in the early morning and gotten a heartfelt farewell, then there had been a short audience with the Queen before they took to the carriage. Cressida had told Felicia she wasn’t being kind, or fair, when she had passed the note, but then there had been tears in her eyes as she did, and Cressida had eased up on the feeling.

Letting go of the letter, Cressida could see His Grace fall apart for a moment before he collected the pieces into a blank mask again. She knew Felicia had found softness in him, she had mostly been privy to polished marble. It had been a late evening, when the court had grown quite again after the plentiful Christmas celebrations, when Felicia had confessed to Cressida, about the marriage to Arthur, the relationship with Louis and the baby that would be born between the three of them. Love and marriage weren’t as simple as she had once thought, Cressida was learning that on more than one front.

“I’m sure you would like some privacy, Your Grace. I’ll leave you to your letter,” Cressida said and left. She imagined he would head back to his chambers, or perhaps the closest empty library. The letter had been neither folded nor sealed when it was handed to Cressida, so she had peaked at it. There had been no helping it, the letters had jumped at her. The content felt too raw to leave exposed, what’s why she had at least folded it. When he read it, she wondered if he too would have tears in his eyes.

My Heart, My Dearest Louis

I told you once that I could never say goodbye to you, and perhaps I am weak, but if we had done this eye to eye, it would have been too much of a goodbye. This is not, this is a promise for the future. But first we much ascend to our separate fates. I am to deliver this child, our child, into the world. And you, since I first met you, I have known you are destined for greatness. Don’t shy away from it, whatever form it might take. I have faith that our paths will cross again, until then I’ll carry our love like a flame in my heart, one to always keep me warm.

With all my love,
Felicia

February

Another place

The snow was raging outside. Felicia had hardly moved from her place by the fire since noon, and it was already dark. Sewing lay still in her lap. The hemming had progressed at first, but then the stiches had slowed to nothing, the needle in the end falling from her unmoving hand. In the end she found herself only playing with the thimble between her fingers – all while she stared into the fire, remembering different flames.

Heavy boots and the slam of the wind drawing the door shut pulled her of the flames. Turning in the chair, Felicia found Arthur coming into the hall. Snow falling from his cloak as he came towards Felicia and the fire.

“You go out and you bring the whole storm back in with you?” Felicia said with a smile, finally putting the sowing to the side at the table. “I have dinner be brought, unless you mind.”

“Not at all, how’s the little one treating you today?” He planted a kiss on her forehead and a gentle hand on the protruding belly.

“Your skin is like ice!” Felicia called out. “We’ve done fine here by the fire, but my thoughts have all been with you, worrying if you would find your way back in the foul weather.”

Arthur smirked as he warmed his hands by the fire, knowing perhaps not all her thoughts had been with him. She had left part of her back at court, but as the days passed, she was growing more distinct again. “It was a good thing I did go out, as I found a messenger halfway across the fields. He’d lost the way in the storm, not to blame him – you couldn’t make out what is ground and heaven out there if not for the snow falling down and not up. I saw the poor sod into the kitchen, we can’t send him back before it eases up out there.”

“A messenger in his weather? What news could be so urgent they sacrifice their messengers these days? Don’t tell me it’s my mother who insists we should come and stay with them until the baby comes, it would be just like her to get her message across even though it would off a man. I told her she could come in the spring, but I might off myself if I am to stay months under her roof again –”

Arthur looked amused as she ranted, she was definitely returning to him. Perhaps the news would regress it, but he wouldn’t keep it from her. He produced the message from his pocket. “It’s from court. Announcing the Queen’s engagement.” The seal visible in the light of the fire.

“Oh.” It was noticeable how the wind disappeared from her sails. “Well?”

“Do you want me to read it for you?”

“Yes,” Felicia said and after a moment’s hesitation she smiled. “Yes, of course. I’d like to know.”

Bits are awfully rushed but all in all it's done!!

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19, December 3rd
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Interests: Emin Ali, Mathis, Mary


Saving this is optimistic—

Hope is not lost yet? Two more days, I have faith hahahah

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Round 5 is now officially closed, and we're coming to the end of this lovely bit of AU. Thanks to everyone who stuck around with me in this <3 I honestly enjoyed the stories and the closures, these perfectly unperfect endings and all the amazing writing you gave me to read...but, the first thing I have to do is to give a little backdrop for this last, Epilogue round.

Round 5: All causes shall give way takes place in the summer of 1539.

I've decided to give a few recaps to the stories of my own people, including some of the people who have left the court. Adding this a bit slowly through the day, in hopes you enjoy it. Also worthy to note, is I would love to explore this a little more later, continuing this AU if someone would be interested in joining the adventure.

Recaps are starting at the end of Round 4.

Queen Anne, King Magnus, princes Edward Tudor & Erik Vasa, & princess Elizabeth Tudor

Herver Castle, the birthplace of the English queen shone in a new light as the life returned there a few years back. Set as the residence of young twins, Herver castle now included a staff of over 50, including personal companions for young Edward and Elizabeth, age six, who are soon to reside on their own, but are still enjoying youth and playing with each other, occasionally running back to their mother, who took the youngest boy in her arms more often than not.

The decision to marry Magnus might have been a surprise to anyone forgetting Anne is devoted to the protestant cause, but anyone who was aware of the fact would be aware of the power they strived to achieve by merging these protestant countries in the marriage.

What initially started as a friendly agreement, slowly developed into a loving marriage: the mutual interest and goals laid a good foundation for what came sooner, rather than later. Anne would often joke to her closest friends she was intoxicated by only a sip of wine and his passionate conversation at the French court that made her walk into her husband's room the night Erik was conceived. Magnus would say she was only quicker, for he had the same idea that evening. In any case, everyone was happy after the protestant prince was born, and the House of Vasa had another heir.

Queen Mary I Tudor & King Charles of Spain, with their son Pedro

Mary remembers the stories of her mother arriving at the marriage she had via proxy, to share her life with the Tudor prince. Catalina of Aragon married one prince, she ended up marrying the other, while Mary was growing up and watching how their failed marriage destroyed their beautiful Catholic country.

Now, aged and more confident than ever, she made it her task to return to England and bring it back to god once again. Her son, the proud heir to both English and Spanish throne, Pedro, sat next to her and curiously glanced at the waves breaking under their ship, unaware of the fact they were heading to the place where his grandmother drew her last breath and the place his mother set to be her starting point in returning the country back to the roots of the righteous land they once were.

Lady Jane Seymour, King Johann of Bavaria & prince Richard Tudor

Had she known she would have been at the court of Johann of Bavaria, watching her son - Henry's son - playing with the heirs to the Bavarian throne, she would have considered herself to be a fool. Foolish girl with foolish dreams, yet she was there.

Richard grew by the day, her golden son, the golden prince made by the Golden King and his lawful queen, despite what everyone else might think. One day, she believes, both of them will make their triumphant return to England, to claim. what Richard's father promised them before he died.

Lady Mary Stafford (nee Boleyn) & Sir William Stafford

Had someone told Mary she would wed for love after all she's been true, she would have been. inclined to believe them insane. Yet, William happened so suddenly and really brought a new kind of love into her life: she loved him tenderly and with the entirety of her heart.

Mary stepped into the marriage away from court, only to hide the fact she has been heavily pregnant in the winter of 1534 when the marriage has been blessed. Their first child, a girl she named Anne grew away from court for a year before William and Mary returned to court as Anne became pregnant with her third child. Little Anne was a single child for a short time only, when Mary got pregnant and gave birth to a healthy boy called William, named after his father.

Lady Cressida & Lord George Boleyn, Viscount of Rochford

A match he was not quick to jump to turned out a far better deal than he could have imagined. Cressida - despite her initial reservations - felt the same. Near the end of 1534, after what many might consider a longer engagement, the couple married. Children. did not come easy: their firstborn arrived in 1535, a son named Thomas. Their second child was a daughter called Isabella, named after Cressida's sister, and was (still remains) one of the most endearing creatures to walk the court.

Both George and Cressida spent their time between their own estate and the court, often coinciding with times Lady Felicia Morely was there too. They became beloved members of the Queen's circle and both children spent much of their time with their cousins.

Sir Francis Bryan & his (far too young) bride, Kitty Howard

The moment Francis Bryan laid his eyes on the insanely beautiful Kitty Howard back at the beginning of 1534, he realized he met his match...strong-willed and resilient, Kitty made up for her lackings informal education with charm and ability to navigate social situations easily providing a lovely match for his own schemings and plots. The pair married shortly after they met, residing at the court most times, causing disturbances, and many gossips to fly around the Vicar of Hell and his latest demoness.

Kitty, happy to come to her own and with a man who had no issues with the inhibitions she was fond of, has been prepared to glorify this union with all she had: her wild moments, her tender hours, and finally, the biggest thing she believed a man and woman can give each other other than the freedom to be who they are: a child. Francis and Kitty welcomed their first child almost three years into the marriage, not for the lack of trying, but the desire to focus on their standing more than anything else.

Lord Philippe Louis de Vassinhac d'Imécourt, 5th Lord of the Marquisate of Imécourt & his wife, Vittoria di Medici

The sun broke on the golden hills around Florence, and the break of evening caught them on the top of a hill, near the old olive tree. Vittoria picked up her shawl, getting on the horse quickly, and smiled at him, waiting for Philippe to catch up.

It all happened so suddenly: he travelled to Italy only a month ago and found his would-be bride, still unmarried and the old flame lit up easily. They were to marry within a month. She smiled as he mounted his horse, riding next to him, she reached for his hand, slowly. As they stood blessed in their marriage union a month later, they stand fully unaware yet another blessing will join them in this world only seven months later.

Lord Louis Charles de France, Duke of Orleans & Helena of Moscow

Despite his better judgment, or perhaps due to it, Louis decided to accept the invite to the Russian court, serving as a diplomat of France, and around a year after his arrival his engagement to Helena of Moscow, the eldest daughter of Ivan III and Sophia Palaiologina. The match, possibly starting as the political decision, turned into a very happy matter and the couple spent quite some time happy at the Russian court, before shortly returning to France where they made home in Orleans, and Louis could finally assume his position at his own court, alongside his new wife.

The happy marriage was crowned by their firstborn coming less than a year after the marriage: the daughter Sophia was born, followed by a son called Felix born a shy under a year later. Both children are being raised with the Dauphine of France, their cousin.

Lord Leopold Girault & Lady Karoline Vom Moos

Watching his sister get married and move back to Bavaria to assume her role with her husband made Leo realize he wishes a similar thing for himself. In 1535, he travelled back to the Bavarian court for two purposes: to try and convince King Johann to revoke his protection over Jane Seymour, and to visit his sister. He managed one of those two things, but his trip was not in vain.

A while back, when he was at the court with his father, Leo made friends (or more) with a young Bavarian lady, Karoline Vom Moss. Karoline and Leo got married late in 1535, travelled back to the English court where they welcomed their first child, a son named Christoph Girault, followed by two more sons and a girl they could not have wished for more.

Lord Mathias

Having his cake and eating it too - making a protestant match while serving a catholic king seems like quite a mission, and it turned out to be just that. Mathias spent a year at the English court, and while his ambition might have been to marry the protestant queen, he was called back and made his way home. That is until his travel ended prematurely. The confrontations between Lutherans and their revolutionary religious and political doctrines into the countryside of Bohemia, Southern Germany, and Switzerland resulted in Mathias being sent to a war he did not wish to fight.

Finally, he did the unthinkable and actually led the rebellion against his own brother, sitting at the throne less than a year later.

Mathias married Anna of Denmark, eldest daughter of the house of Oldenburg, a true protestant princess. Mathias and Anna had several children, including two twin sons, Alexander and Augustus, and a daughter Dorothea.

Lady Avis

Despite what everyone believed she'd do, Lady Avis held her position at the court for another year, before travelling to Ottoman Empire where she suddenly decided to get married to Şehzade Kasım, governor of Bolu, who was her husband until he was killed in a riot only some years later. Avis enjoyed her marriage which resulted in the birth of one daughter, Melek Hatun, who came back to England with her mother following the death of Şehzade Kasım. Avis returned to her lands, offering her daughter a great education and place at any court she wished to have.

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Lady Eleanor Victoria Fairfax, Baroness of Steeton

Eleanor

Name: Lady Eleanor Victoria Fairfax, Baroness of Steeton

Age: 24 (in 1539)

FC: Holliday Grainger

Family:

Husband:

Lord William Fairfax, Baron of Steeton


Children:

Born before 1539

Richard James Fairfax, aged 5

Scarlett Beth Fairfax, aged 10 months

Born after 1539

John Thomas (born in 1542)

Isabella Marie (born in 1546)


Note:

Eleanor's pregnancy with Isabella will be difficult as she will be confined to her bed... both of them will nearly not make it. It will take months before she is feeling better again and while Isabella will be a bit small, she will grow into a healthy child. It will be a decision from both, Eleanor and Will to not have any more children.

Epilogue

Somewhen in 1539

May 1534

Eleanor had her first suspicion that she might be with a child back in November... she constantly felt tired, couldn't handle the taste or smell of certain food and her monthly blood had been late as well. Having a family was a wish both of William and her and the thought that a new life was growing inside of her made her feel all happy and excited... and yet there were also some worries troubling her mind.

"Eleanor?" she heard Will's outside their bed chamber and before she could turn or open her mouth to reply, he had already pushed the door open. "There you are." he smiled at her before stepping closer.

One of his hands found hers and with a gentle tug, he pulled her into an embrace pressing his lips against the top of her head, "Are you alright? You have been quieter than usual in the past few days." His eyes found hers, "What troubles your mind?"

"Will... I think I'm with a child." Eleanor whispered, "I have yet to seek a doctor but my last monthly blood was weeks ago."

"This is good news." Will's smile grew happier as he placed a hand on her still flat stomach, "Or not?"

"It is. You know how we both long for a family... for children running through our house while they scream and laugh out in joy."

"But what?" He asked proving that he knew her all too well.

"I'm scared, Will." she admitted biting her lower lip, "I haven't witnessed childbirth before but I have heard stories."

"Oh, Eleanor." Will sighed out before pressing another kiss on her forehead, "I might be just a simple Lord... a baron with small land to call his own. But I'm also your husband and I love you... and I will do everything to keep you and our baby safe."

Eleanor blinked a few times... she could feel her eyes getting wet, "I love you too, Will." She placed her hand on top of his with a smile before getting on her tiptoes and kissing him softly.

She knew that it wasn't going to be easy... knew that her worries and fears weren't going to vanish just like that. But she had Will on her side and knew that she could always count on him, his support and his love.

Eleanor's lips were curled into a happy smile as she looked at the sleeping baby in her arms... for the past 9 months, she had carried Richard under her heart. The birth had been long and had left her feeling exhausted and drained. But hearing Richard's first cry and seeing the smile on Will's face had been worth it.

Richard James Fairfax. the blonde woman thought suppressing a yawn... named after Will's father and after hers.

"He is perfect." her husband whispered before he leaned closer wrapping an arm around Eleanor's shoulder.

"He is..." she murmured before closing her eyes briefly.

"You should rest." Will's voice was soft as he gently picked up Richard from her arms.

Eleanor wanted to protest and reach out for her son but no word came over her lips and her body protested at even the slightest of movements.

"Love you..." was the last thing she heard before drifting into a deep sleep.

December 1535

Eleanor let out a soft sigh as she looked outside the window... watching the dark grey clouds covering the sky while more and more snow fell onto the ground. Will had left for his family two days ago after his father had fallen ill. At first, it had been planned that she and Richard would be joining him but then the weather had taken an expected turn.

It was during those moments that Eleanor thought about returning to court, seeing what had changed ever since she left but ultimately she knew that there was nothing left for her. Her sister Scarlett was gone too and she had made it clear that she was never going to return... Isabella was dead - part of Eleanor still mourned the loss of a good friend. And while she had a deep respect for Queen Anne - especially after everything she had been through - she knew it was better to stay here in Steeton... with her family and where she truly belonged.

Eleanor only turned away from the window as she heard footsteps running through the rooms. With a bright smile, she took in the sight of Richard in the hallways... with his brown locks and bright blue eyes, he looked so much like his father.

"Mama!" the little boy called out as he ran as fast as he could with his little legs.

"You found me." Eleanor laughed happily before she picked Richard up and whirled him around. "You want to hear a story?" she asked before kissing her son on the forehead.

"Yes, Story!" Richard clapped his hands together and let out an excited squeal.

Still smiling, Eleanor settled down on the bed she shared with Will before she reached for the same book he had given to her birthday... the cover was well-worn showing how much both, Eleanor and Will loved the book.

"The Story of Arthur and his knights..." the blonde woman started to read out loud.

June 1537

"She is absolutely adorable, Scarlett." Eleanor laughed brightly as she held her youngest niece in her arms... Maria Charlotte was born 6 months ago as the third child of Scarlett and Edward.

"How could she not with such a beautiful mother," Edward announced with a smile. "I will let you two catch up." he kissed his wife softly before walking away in the direction of Will and the other children playing in the gardens.

"He makes you happy," Eleanor said though it was obvious to everybody who saw the couple.

"He does," Scarlett replied looking after her husband for a brief moment before turning back to her sister. "You know after I left court... after what happened back with Sir John, I never thought that I would have a family one day."

"Did you ever tell him?" Eleanor asked head tilted to the side.

"Of course... Edward is my husband and we might not have loved each other when we first met but he deserved to know." Scarlett shook her head at the silly question, "He wasn't pleased but which man would have been knowing that the woman he was to wed, was no longer a maiden."

"Mhm, true I suppose though..." Eleanor stopped a blush appearing on her cheeks as the memory of a particular mind flashed up in her mind.

"Though what?" Scarlett asked sounding bemused as she kept looking at her sister, "What aren't you telling me? And don't even try to deny it... I know you and I know when you are hiding something."

"Well, you see." the blonde licked over her lips, "My wedding night with Will wasn't our first night together."

"Eleanor!" Scarlett exclaimed loudly, "How? When? Why didn't you tell me before?"

"It never came up..." Eleanor replied lamely with a shrug of her shoulders, "And you had already left court by the time Will and I got married. As for the night... well, it was actually the night before we got married. Will showed up in my bed-chamber much to my surprise and shock and well, one thing lead to another and we ended up spending the night with each other."

"Oh, Eleanor, you are full of surprise." Scarlett laughed shaking her head again.

Their little chat got interrupted by a cry from Maria.

"Sounds like someone is hungry." Scarlett rose from her seat picking up her daughter from Eleanor's arms. "So, when can I expect my next niece or nephew?"

Eleanor pressed her lips together briefly turning her head to her left looking at Will as he ran through the gardens followed by Edward and the children. "Once it will happen. Having a big family is still a dream of Will and me but we aren't in a hurry... and for now, I'm content with what I have."

Oktober 1538

It was late in the evening when Eleanor stepped into the bed-chamber she shared with Will. Richard wouldn't fall asleep and kept asking for another story and while usually, she didn't mind, it was her own exhaustion that won.

"Finally asleep?" Will asked looking up briefly from the book he was reading.

"Not quite yet but I would have fallen asleep if I had stayed any longer." She let out a yawn before slipping under the covers. She bit her lower lip reaching for one of Will's hands... carefully she placed it on her stomach.

For a moment, none of them said a word... Will kept looking at her with his mouth slightly open before slowly a smile appeared on his face, "Are you certain?"

"I am. I have spoken with the doctor yesterday while you were away. We are going to have another child."

"That is wonderful." Will laughed before wrapping her into a hug, "I hope it will be a girl... a girl with blonde hair, green eyes and as pretty as her mother."

"Will." Eleanor blushed at his words trying to hide her face in the crook of his neck.

But with a gentle touch, he lifted her chin forcing her to look at him, "It is true. You are beautiful." Will leaned in closing the last distance between them and pressing his lips against hers in a soft kiss.

March 1539

"When can I finally play with Scarlett?" Richard asked with a pout and arms crossed in front of his chest.

"I fear that you will have to wait a little bit longer." Eleanor chuckled. Her daughter had fallen asleep in her arms again... true to Will's words, she had indeed the same blonde hair and green eyes just as her mother did.

"But I want to play with her now and not later." Richard stomped with his feet on the ground.

"Richard." Eleanor gave him a sharp look with one of her eyebrows arched up. "Your sister is too small to play with you. She has yet to learn how to walk." Carefully not to wake up Scarlett, Eleanor placed her into the wooden crib - the same which Richard had slept in when he had been a baby.

"Have you asked your father if he wants to play with you?" the blonde asked placing a hand on Richard's shoulder and leading him out of the room.

"I did but he is working."

"Oh... well, would you like to play with me?" Eleanor asked head tilted to her side and looking at him with a smile on her lips.

"What about Scarlett?" Richard pressed his lips together.

Eleanor's heart broke a little bit at the sight... she knew that she had been spending more time with his sister ever since she was born. But she had made sure to find time for Richard as well... apparently, it wasn't as much as she had thought.

She kneeled placing her hands on his shoulders, "She is sleeping and at the moment, she doesn't need me. I know that the past months have been different but I'm always there for you and never forget that I love you."

"Love you too." Richard threw his arms around her hugging Eleanor tightly, "Can we play hide and seek in the gardens?"

"Of course." Eleanor smiled brightly at him. For a brief moment, she looked back at her sleeping daughter before following Richard who was squealing and laughing in joy out of the house.

DONE




Lady Valerie of Austria, Duchess of Ferrara, Modena and Reggio

Valerie

Name: Lady Valerie of Austria, Duchess of Ferrara, Modena and Reggio

Age: 28 (in 1539)

FC: Àstrid Bergès-Frisbey

Family:

Husband:

Lord Alfonso II d'Este, Duke of Ferrara, Modena, and Reggio


Children:

Born before 1539

Anna Caterina, aged 2

Francesco, aged 3 months


Note:

In 1543 Valerie will give birth to one more boy - Niccolò -  who will die only 4 months later leaving her and Alfonso heartbroken.

Epilogue

Somewhen in 1539

Cred to MB & Nina

September 1534

I'm back home.

The thought kept echoing through my mind ever since the carriage had stopped in front of the Hofburg Innsbruck... back when I had arrived at the English Court over a year ago I hadn't believed that I would be returning home soon. But here I was standing in my bed-chamber, my lips curled into a smile and feeling happy.

My experience at the English Court hadn't been a bad one or unpleasant - at least not once after I had settled - but it would never be the same as being at the Austrian Court. I knew that I would always treasure the few friendships and connections I had made, especially Queen Anne would always have a place in my heart.

A knock on the door made me turn around half expecting to see my mother or my father but instead, I spotted my younger sister Maria with a bright smile on her lips.

"You are truly back." she breathed out before stepping further inside my room. She hesitated for a second and then finally wrapped her arms around me, "Are you going to stay?"

"I don't know." I admitted stroking over her back, "Father hadn't mentioned a lot of details when he wrote to me and voiced his wish that I should return home."

"He didn't mention the wedding?" Maria's eyebrows were knitted together, "Or that he plans to arrange a match for Magdalena?"

"What wedding?" I asked taken by surprise... I could feel my heart drop. I hadn't forgotten the talk between Queen Anne, my father and me back at the English Court... how he had spoken about what men he had considered a suitable match for me. Luckily, Queen Anne had asked for my opinion as well after he was gone - the first time someone had been interested in my thoughts - and I had told her that I couldn't give her any names... not only because I hadn't expected it but also because at that time there was no one I had considered for a match... and there still wasn't someone.

"Mine." Maria's reply brought me back to reality, "William and I have been engaged for nearly two years now and over the past months he had been staying at the Court. I had the opportunity to get to know him better."

"That is wonderful news." I smiled feeling genuinely happy for her.  "How is Magdalena feeling?"

"You know how she is... she hadn't stopped smiling and feeling all excited since Father mentioned arranging a match for her. She keeps talking about how a prince will come and sweep her off her feet." Maria chuckled shaking her head.

"Exactly how I remember her." I laughed though I also worried for her... Magdalena had always been a bit naive and I knew that an arranged match didn't mean that actual feelings were involved. I could just hope that my sister wouldn't get heartbroken by her dreams.

January 1535

It was obvious that Father had spared no expenses for the wedding between Archduchess Maria and Willian, Duke of Jülich-Cleves-Berg. A goblet of wine in my hand I watched my sister and William enjoying their first dance together. She looked lovely in her white gown and the matching happy smile ever since William and she had been announced as husband and wife. I wished Maria all the happiness and love in her marriage.

"Your Grace." An unknown male voice had me turning my head away from the happy couple. In front of me stood a man in his mid-twenties with black hair and dark brown eyes. "I don't believe we have been introduced yet. I'm Alfonso II d'Este, Duke of Ferrara, Modena, and Reggio." He said with a bow of his head.

It wasn't usual that my Father invited all kinds of noble families to our feasts, especially one like the wedding between a Duke and an Archduchess... and now that a match was to be arranged for my sister Magdalena it made even more sense.

Setting the goblet on the table next to me, I rose from my seat, "It is an honour to meet you, Your Grace." I replied with a curtsey.

"The honour is all mine, Your Grace." His smile was charming as he extended a hand towards me, "Would you like to dance with me?"

For a brief moment, I glanced away from him and back to the dance floor where other couples had joined Maria and William. "Gladly." I smiled lightly before accepting his hand.

March 1535

A book in my hand I looked out of the window and down into one of the many courtyards... my sister Magdalena was taking a stroll with another of her possible suitors that had arrived over the past few weeks. I paid little attention to them not only because it wasn't my concern but also because I knew that Magdalena - despite her naivety - could handle herself. Not to mention that our parents always kept their eyes glued to her and whatever company she had at the moment.

"Your Grace." one of my handmaids called out following a knock on my door.

"Yes?" I closed the book turning my head to look at the young woman.

"His Grace, the Duke of Ferrara, Modena, and Reggio, wants to know if you would like to accompany him for a walk."

It wasn't the first time that Alfonso had asked for my presence... either it was for a stroll through the gardens or through the Hofburg... or sometimes I would have joined him for dinner.

I didn't mind his company as Alfonso had proven to be quite a charming man without being too forward or direct and he certainly knew how to keep a conversation going. And still, it was a bit strange since Magdalena was the one my father was hoping to find a suitable match for and not me.

"Tell him that I will meet him down outside in 5 minutes," I told the handmaid before closing the books.

"Yes, Your Grace."

Not for the first time, I wished that Maria was still at Court but she and William had left a week after their wedding. Despite being younger than me, she would often see and notice things that I would constantly miss. But she was gone and it was only a matter of time before Magdalena would leave as well.

"Your Grace." Alfonso greeted me with a bow and a smile, "You look lovely today."

"I... thank you, Your Grace." I blinked a few times before I regained my composure and curtseyed. "Which part of the gardens would you like to see today?"

"Mhm, why don't you surprise me?" He replied before offering me one of his arms.

"Oh, I'm sure that I can find something that you will enjoy, Your Grace." I smiled slightly before I turned right heading down one of the pathways leading away from the Hofburg... and leading away from Magdalena and her suitors.

"How are you today, Your Grace?" I asked after we had been walking a few moments in silence.

"Please call me Alfonso." He replied taking me by surprise and if it hadn't been for the steady grip of his arm I might have stopped walking. "I have been wonderful. Innsbruck is a beautiful city and it seems that I discover something new every day. What about yourself?"

"Valerie." I said after finding my voice again, "I'm glad to hear that you are enjoying yourself, Alfonso." I added testing the sound of his name in my voice... maybe I liked it more than I should, "I have been quite well myself. Thank you for asking."

"How could not enjoy myself in your company, Valerie?" Alfonso asked with a bright smile, "So, tell me where are you taking me today?"

I couldn't help but blush at this unexpected compliment - not the first one in the past days - before pointing to a spot on our left side, "There are a few fountains not far from here... I like to go there whenever I need a moment for myself or just to read since it is quieter than the rest of the gardens."

"I guess I should feel honoured than that you are showing me your favourite place."

"One of my favourite places. There are quite a few of them scattered around the Hofburg and its garden." I pointed out with a chuckle.

"Seems like I just have to stick around longer if I want to see all of them."

I blinked at his word, my heart beating faster than usual... and maybe I was deeper in trouble than I was willing to admit to myself.

July 1535

"Valerie, there is something I need to tell you," Alfonso said all of a sudden.

It was a rainy day confining us to the indoors of the Hofburg... as we both shared a love for books, it didn't take long before we ended up in the library.

I looked up from my book blinking a few times, "You sound rather serious. Is everything alright?"

"It is but this has been on my mind in the past few days." he closed the book leaning forward slightly, "I'm planning to speak with His Grace, the Archduke of Austria, these days regarding the possibility of courting you. Ever since we started talking and spending time with each other, I have grown to enjoy your company more and more... and I hope that you feel the same way about us."

"That is quite surprising." I said after a few moments of silence had passed between us, "But not unwelcomed, Alfonso. I do enjoy your company as well. Though I must admit that I had thought you were among the suitors for my sister Magdalena." I placed my hands in my lap and looked at him.

"That was my plan when I had arrived back at Innsbruck but then I met you... and well, I don't think that your sister or any of her suitors particular missed my presence." he laughed briefly before he reached across and took my hand in a gentle grip.

"I suppose not." I smiled at him.

Back when Alfonso had asked to dance with me, I would have been never able to imagine that it would develop into this... a genuine friendship with the chance of being even more. Part of me did worry a bit though that my father might not agree with Alfonso's wish.

In the end, I worried for nothing.

November 1536

"It is a girl, Your Grace." the midwife announced with a smile, "A healthy and screaming girl."

I tried to lift my head to get a first look at my child but there was no strength or energy left in my body... not when I had been busy with pushing, screaming and gripping whatever surface I could find. Childbirth hadn't been easy, nor had been the past weeks of my pregnancy but it was all over now.

"Here, Your Grace." the midwife stepped to my side before placing a small bundle into my arms... only the face of my daughter was visible.

"Have you called for my husband yet?" I asked my voice still hoarse.

A reply was not needed when all of a sudden the door to the bed-chamber was pushed open and Alfonso appeared in the doorway slightly out of breath.

"I heard that we have a daughter," he said while stepping closer to the bed. There was no smile or any emotion on his face and I could feel my heart dropping. I knew that as a wife of a Duke, it was my duty to give him an heir.

"We do," I whispered turning the baby in my arms slightly so that he could get a look at our daughter as well.

"Have you thought about a name yet?" Alfonso asked before he carefully removed the babe from my arms... I watched as he walked over to one of the windows.

"I have not," I admitted.

"We should name her after your mother and mine... Anna Caterina d'Este," he announced turning back to me and finally there was a smile on his face. "What is wrong, Valerie? Aren't you feeling well?"

"I thought you would be disappointed... that you would be wishing for a boy... an heir."

"Valerie..." he let out a sigh before walking back to the bed, "You should know that I don't care. Both of us are still young and I don't want you stressing and worrying about giving me an heir. If it is meant to happen then it will happen." Alfonso leaned down pressing a soft kiss on my lips. "Would you like to hold her again?"

"Yes." I breathed out, "And I like the name you have chosen."

My eyes never left our daughter after Alfonso placed her back into my arms... not even when he wrapped an arm around me and whispered a soft I love you into my ear.

December 1539

I looked away from the crib where Francesco lay sleeping peacefully when I heard the door being opened behind me.

"I should have known that I would find you here." Alfonso laughed shaking his head stepping closer until he wrapped his arms around me pulling me against his chest.

"I think I will never grow tired of watching him sleep," I admitted resting my head against his shoulder.

"If I remember correctly you did the same with Anna as well." he pointed out.

"As if you were any different." I chuckled. "Speaking of her... where is Anna?"

"I have last seen her in the gardens with one of your Ladies. Would you like to join them?" a soft kiss was pressed against her temple.

"In a moment."

DONE

Last edited by schoggettchen (05/08/2021 at 22:24)

Spring, 1534

The last months of the pregnancy were a struggle, to say the least. But against the odds they both pulled through. The birth itself demanded to be nothing less. The sun had time to rise, then set and rise again, before, on a foggy morning in late April, a baby boy saw the light of day.

The child was born with the caul. A promise of luck and greatness. No one was happier than his mother when the babe screamed out his dissatisfaction for the harshness of light and cold. He soon found comfort in his mother's arms.

When both mother and child had succumbed to sleep, after everything safe and sound, Arthur sat down to pen three letters, to three recipients. A few days later the letters arrived at court announcing the birth of Charles Edmund Compton, son of the Baron and Baroness Morley.

Arthur had chosen the name Edmund after his own father. And Felicia had been adamant at naming him Charles, though her own mother had full-mouthly declared it would be better to choose a family name. But those who knew knew, that the boy had received his names from both of his fathers.

In her desperate pursuit for a child, Felicia also found, and lost, a love she had never expected was for her to experience. Nursing Charles in the coming months, along with her broken heart, Felicia was determined to be grateful for the riches, for all the memories and what it had given her.

Autumn, 1536

Years with a little one sped past. In one moment, Charles was feeding at the breast, then the next he was running around the manor house. Soon the pitter patter of tiny feet was joined by a never-ending prattle that could talk the ears of both his parents and all the servants.

It happened all too quickly according to Felicia, who could have relived those early years all over again. At the same time, her fingertips had started to itch, craving some other stimulation than the same four walls.

In the end it was the threat of Charles growing up as an only, and as a fault; lonely, child that pushed Arthur and Felicia to the decision of Felicia returning to court, with Charles in tow.

Welcomed back to court by Queen Anne with open arms, Felicia took a position as one of the Ladies of the Bedchamber, and Charles found a place in the nursey among his peers. The growing number of children’s howls and laughter in the halls of the castle was a welcome addition to court life, as Felicia found herself attending the children as often the Queen. And often both at the same time.

Arthur never came to enjoy court life as Felicia did but with deepening friendships present there, such as Lord and Lady Boleyn, the experience did perhaps grow on him, a little. He came to terms with joining his wife and son there for periods of time, if only to be able to lure them home again in exchange.

April, 1539

A scream went through wall and stone at the manor house, and had Felicia blot the letter she was writing to Cressida – she would have to rewrite it later – but now she rushed to see what on earth was going on. She didn’t rush with her heart in her throat, the scream had not been one of injury or fright but pure glee, but the intensity of it was still attention worthy.

Arthur came riding up the way to the house. Rushing out the door and down the steps it was by merely inches Felicia managed to grab hold of Charles’ sleeve so to keep the boy from running to meet his father. The intense screaming changed for “Papa!”, repeated every few seconds. It wasn’t solely the sight of his papa that gave cause for the excitement but the black coated youngster prancing in a rope by his side. Excitement that caused the youngster by Felicia’s skirts to prance too.

“What in all the heavens is this?” Felicia asked over her son’s excitement as Arthur dismounted in front of them. Doing the best keep the black beast still as he called for a stable hand.

“What does it look like?” Arthur was laughing as he stroked the neck, all while the youngster tried to run in circles around him. The old mare he had been riding stood unattended a few paces away, barely batting an ear at the youthful energy. “I believe someone just had his birthday, a few days past.”

A suppressed squeal escaped Charles, he knew better than to scream in front of the horses, but the excitement had to go somewhere, and Felicia grabbed a better grip around both his arms, imagining the disaster if the boy got caught among the stepping hooves, that at the moment seemed far more than four.

“What on earth have you done!”

“This is not my doing,” Arthur chuckled. He had managed to quite the yearling. It stood still, neck erect, and ears pointed but every muscle in its body tense and ready to explode in to motion again. “I was simply asked to deliver the gift for the last strip.” He looked knowingly at her. The surprise on her face urged him to continue. “I thought he had written to you.”

She narrowed her eyes at Arthur, trying to determine if he was telling the truth or he had deliberately kept it from her, but it didn’t matter either way. A stable hand came to take over, Arthur saying to put the young colt in the fenced paddock. The family followed suit, at a good distance.

“I guess you approve of this then?” Felicia said, once they watched the wild energy get its outlet as the horse was let free behind the fence. She had let go of Charles, and quietly reminding him not to go under the bars.

“Of course, every young man should have his own horse. And this young stallion is of a fine breed.”

Reaching through the fence, Charles had caught the attention of the colt who cautiously approached the outstretched hand. The colt sniffed at the palm, then nuzzled it, hoping to find something worth eating. The boy giggled and turned round running towards the house, in search of that which was worthy eating. Skittish at the swift motion, the colt bolted again throwing its head about, and only stopped to snort loudly.

“You look sceptical,” Arthur said, putting an arm around her.

She was sceptical. “It looks wild – not to mention dangerous.”

“It’s young and in a new place, in a few years when its ready to be broken I’m sure it will be a bit calmer, Charles will be a bit taller, and they would already know each other by then. And I promise I’ll be there to help and over see it.” Arthur chuckled. “Besides, you have a few years to get used to the idea.”

“I guess so,” Felicia conceded. “It isn't a beauty, is it?” Felicia’s knowledge about horses, despite her husband’s interest was limited, but she knew the croup wasn’t supposed to stand taller than the whither. It had a pretty neck, she supposed, but the coat was shaggy, switching from winter to summer.

Arthur laughed. “It’s said that the uglier they look when they are one year, the grander they will become when they are grown. But it has long legs, a good neck and a deep chest – I think it will make a great hunter in time.”

Charles came running back from the house, carrying a couple of last year’s now withered apples. As he came closer to the fence he slowed down, talking calming words. The colt approached cautiously once more and this time found goodies in the outstretched palm, pointing its ears, it was already more appreciative of its new master.

One day, Felicia wished she would be able to tell Charles about the man who had gifted him the horse, who’s heritage he also bore in blood and name. About Louis, about the love he had been born of, and as well explaining the love he had been born into. When he was older, of course, and when she had found the word to explain it the right way. A way that he could understand – how much he was loved.

Felicia watched how boy and horse started to connect, smiling, she had now conceded fully. “I will leave you to the taming. I believe I have another letter to write.”

June, 1539

“Charles! Edward! Don’t run too far!” Felicia called after the boys that set off over the green. It did nothing to stop them, perhaps just urge Thomas to start after them, but the younger boy didn’t quite keep up.

It was a lovely day in June, the embodiment of summer bliss. It was soon to be the summer solstice. The sun stood high in the sky, dotted with a few wads of clouds, a mellow breeze and a picknick out on the grass with many of the children and courtiers.

“Charles! Don’t climb up there, please! No –“ She gave up on the yelling with a sigh, it did no good anyway. Edward and Charles had found a branch hanging low enough to hoist themselves up, climbing higher. Thomas jumped at the trunk, trying to reach the branch, grasping at it but not enough and fell down on his bum. “The children will be the death of me.” Felicia shook her head.

“Oh, come on Lica, let them be. They are only playing like they are supposed to,” Cressida told her, sitting next to her with little Isabella in her lap. The bright-eyed girl wasn’t as little anymore, having grown much over last months. Felicia still looked worried as the boys made their way higher. Thomas had given up and ran back to play with his other cousins instead.

“If the Prince take a fall, breaking his back and Charles was the one to egg him up onto the weak branches – Anne will at least put a nice dent into my neck,” she muttered and pushed herself to her feet, direction set on the boys in the tree. Cressida only laughed. “Charles! You are to come down now.”

There was difference to the yelling. Charles, and Edward for that matter, knew well which could be ignored without repercussions and which should be followed suit. The boys made it safely to the ground, if not with the speed they had gone up. The worry and anger drained in a moment. Felicia hoisted Charles up in the air, with half a spin, before she settled him on her hip. He was not little anymore, but he would always be her little boy. Edward, she took by the hand and started back to the others.

The spin in the air, had been met by a shriek of laughter but being carried like a little-ling – Charles offered wild protests. Felicia set him down and soon she had two boys pulling her arms. She let go, watching them run, rounding the picknick, ending up by Erik and Elizabeth, where they had a couple of wooden swords.

Felicia stopped at a distance to admire the scene. She was smiling. It was beautiful.

August, 1539

When it was announced the court would take a trip to France in August, Felicia offered to stay behind and look after the children – that or perhaps take the opportunity and go home for a bit. Anne had none of it. Knowing her lady and friend perhaps too well she called it nonsense, for course Felicia would go, she had after all always said she wanted to see the country. And so, it was decided.

They arrived at Fontainebleau at noon, showed to their apartments they were offered some time to rest before the grand banquet Francis had arranged for their arrival. Felicia tried to relax, close her eyes for a moment but she came nowhere near either. She told Cressida before she headed out, she had after all for a long while wanted to see the gardens.

And it was a sight to be seen. The castle interior and exterior, then the gardens the flowers, the order. Taking the time, walking at leisure, each detail stood out to her and she made note of it all, keeping her mind busy and thoughts at bay.

“Is it as beautiful as you imagined?”

Felicia closed her eyes, a moment. Taking a deep beath– she would need it – before she turned. “It is breath-taking.” She smiled.  “It’s good to see you, Louis.”

“It’s been a long time,” he had an expression – considering perhaps, but then a smile broke through. “You are well, I hope.”

“I am,” then added with a giggle, “I’m hear after all, how can I be anything else. And you are back in France. How was Moscow? I know little but it sounds…”

“Cold,” he filled in, “it was a change and a great experience, but I am grateful to be home again, for many reasons, the pleasant sun one of them.”

“Perhaps I shouldn’t tell your wife that?”

“She already knows,” he said grinning. “Would you mind if I joined you?”

“Of course not, I have only just started, you could show me the best walks.”

The conversation started with ease, first turning to the simplicity of small talk. Commenting on a fountain they passed, asking how the journey had been – very well, but I’m not sure how much the sea agrees with me – it take a few crossings to get used to it – harmless, like that. Warming up their tongues for the trickier parts to come. Soon Felicia couldn’t keep back the anxious question that needed out.

“There has been one thing I have wanted to ask you for a long time.”

“Yes?”

“I wanted to ask you for your forgiveness. For everything that happened – how I acted. How I treated you. For leaving.”

“There is nothing to forgive. I will admit, there were times when I was angry – as well as confused and hurt, but I believe you weren’t spared those feelings either. But I have long since come to the conclusion there might not have been a better way.”

“Even so, it was never right nor fair to remove your choice.”

Only the shuffling of their feet sounded for a moment. “You have my forgiveness Felicia, though I have never thought you needed it.”

Not until that moment had she known how much she had wanted to hear him say it. Her shoulders lifted an inch as the burden was removed, the pipes in her throat expanding, making it easier to breath. The relief escaped in a single laugh on the expel of her breath. “Thank you.”

They walked in silence for a while, perhaps he felt she needed a moment before diving in again. She started easy.

“Time has been kind to you. You look like barley a day has passed since I last saw you.” Perhaps line had been added to his eyes as he smiled, but other than that he looked like he had always done in her memories.

He chuckled. “Then you might not look hard enough, but then I could say the same of you.”

“The children are turning my hairs grey, already,” she said it merrily tucking a lock behind her ear. “So far they are few enough that I can pull them out, I’m not sure I am ready to admit I am an old woman yet.”

“If you are an old woman, what would that make me?”

She laughed and shook her head. “I’m not complaining, I do love it. Life at court has changed a lot since…” I returned? You left? “it’s louder in a different way with all the children and they do keep me busy. “

“You never had any more children?” He already knew, but the question came soft, caring.

There was a pause before she answered. “No, having Charles it… it took a lot out of me. It was suggested I shouldn’t perhaps try for more children.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. I’m not. He is more than I could ever have wished for.” It had only been days, but she missed him dearly. “Charles is another blessing I have to thank you dearly for.”

“It was my pleasure.” It came with a chuckle. Felicia joined in. “I also have much to thank you for Felicia.”

“I doubt that,” she said trying to wave off the sentiment.

“Really,” he stopped, forcing her to turn and face him. “I know where I might be if we – if we didn’t meet,” such a meek word for all they had been, but she understood, “but I’m thankful to you, for that I stand here today.”

She smiled and then inclined her head, she had to look away. “You’re welcome. I don’t regret any of it.” It was like standing on the precipice of breakdown, the balancing act of her life and she had to keep her footing. They started walking again.

“You got two of your own. Are they here at court? I’d love to meet them.”

“Yes, Sophia and Princess Dauphines spend much time together. It would be my honour to introduce you.” She could see the light in his face as he talked.

“Charles and Prince Edward is growing very close, there has been talk that he should perhaps join Edward as a companion, when the Prince is to set up his own household.”

“It would be great honour for him, for you.”

“The greatest.” She grimaced. “They grow up so fast. I’m only afraid I will miss him so.” She would, desperately but she knew she had to loosen her grip on him eventually. She glanced over at Louis. “You should come and visit. You should see him, see how he is growing up.”

“I know you and Arthur are giving him the best possible upbringing – and love him dearly.”

“I see a lot of you in him, an ocean apart doesn’t change that.” She had to swallow, not to fall over the edge. “He adores his present.”

“I’m glad, my own steed if of the same bloodline.”

“I will tell you, the day I chase him down to drag him to the tutors and he’s not merely running away from me, but galloping, I know who’s name to curse.”

Louis laughed out loud, it was a beautiful thing and she joined in. The rounded a corner but didn’t have time to get back to their conversation before they were interrupted.

“Louis,” the voice that reached them was sing-song like. Seeing the woman approaching, Felicia knew who it must be. She looked possible regal, delicate sculptured features, and long neck with a proud set in how she carried herself. “Are you out here walking, who might be your company?”

“Helena, meet the Baroness Morley, one of Queen Anne’s ladies. Baroness, let me introduce my wife, Helena.”

“It’s lovely to meet you Duchess,” Felicia bowed her head and dipped.

“Likewise, Baroness Morley. It’s exciting to have English court visiting, Louis talks greatly of his time in England.”

“Actually, your husband and I was just settling a discussion we had years back – on which is more beautiful; the gardens here at Fontainebleau, or if the King Henry managed to surpass them with the gardens at Hampton Court. But I must admit victory to France this time, this beauty is superior. Or perhaps Moscow has something to match it?”

The exchanged a few words before another arrival drew their attention.

“Forgive me, Your Grace,” a maid came walking with a little boy holding her hand, “but he asked for you.”

“It’s quite alright,” Helena assured the maid. “You can leave him with us.”

“More than alright,” Louis crotched down, arms out, “come here.”

The boy ran into his father’s arms. Felicia and Helena watched the affection with smiles.

“There is someone I promised to introduce you to after all,” Louis said, standing again, “Baroness, meet Felix.”

She dared meeting Louis’ eyes for a quick glance, but not a second more, she looked at the young boy instead. “It’s an honour to make your acquaintance Felix.” Glancing at Helena she smiled. “He is lovely, and the spitting image of his father I dare say, perhaps a little rounder in the cheeks.” She said it with a giggle and brushed a finger over the rounded cheek. The boy stared at her unsure for a moment before the face split into a grin. “May his name bring him luck.” Felicia could feel Louis’s gaze but she paid attention to his wife instead.

“He’s my pride and joy,” Helena smiled, “both of them are. Do you have children, Baroness?”

“Yes, a boy –” Felicia was relieved there was no time to elaborate because words failed her then, swaying once more at that edge. But they were interrupted a third time, someone calling her name caused heads to turn.

“Lica!” Cressida came hurrying up to them, as fast as full skirts allowed. “There you are.”

“In such hurry Cressida,” Felicia remarked, gathering her bearings once more as Cress came up to them. “You already know the Duke, but let me introduce the Duchess d’ Orleans. Duchess, a fellow lady of the Queen’s, Viscountess Rochford.”

“Lord Louis, it’s nice to see you again, and it’s a pleasure to meet you, Duchess. We have all been excited to meet who must have stole his hand, as well as his heart.” Cressida was ever pleasant. Felicia slipped her arm through Cress’, for silent support. “But I am afraid I have will take the Baroness with me, Lica, the Queen has requested your presence.”

“Goodness, then I am afraid I must take my leave.”

“Of course, we understand,” Helena said, resting a hand on Louis’ arm.

“We will see you at the banquet tonight,” Louis added, “Francois has spared no expense – it will be a feast to remember.”

“We much look forward,” Felicia said.

They took their leave, the last thing, a short ‘bye’ came from Felix.

Felicia clutched at Cressida’s arm.

“They looked very happy, didn’t they?” Cressida said once they were out of earshot.

“Yes,” came the sniffed reply. Cressida turned her head to see the silent tears flow over Felicia’s cheeks.

“Oh Lisa,” her voice said it all, “I thought you wanted him to be happy.”

“I do,” Felicia sniffed again, and then she laughed through the tears, “I’m glad – to see him, to know he is doing good. Great even.” She wiped at her cheeks. “They do look happy, and they should be. I want nothing less for him.” A loud sob sounded, but the smile it came with was unwavering. At least outward.

She was happy. Relieved. Jubilous. Overwhelmed. But also…

There was a selfish part of her, she wouldn't admit to anyone – not to Cressida or anyone else – that had hold on to the hope that when they’d meet again, she would be able to take him into her arms once more, that he would hold her. That she could have him in her bed again and wake up next to him in the morning, share his wine and his smiles and worries. But that –
it was all of the past, memories to cherish and nothing more. One look shared between Louis and Helena had said it all. There was much love there. No reason for her to linger anymore. 

Perhaps now, she could finally leave the past in the past, where it belonged, and perhaps she could finally move forward.

Cressida ran her hand over Felicia’s in silent sympathy. When the tears finally came to a stop, she squeezed it back in thanks. Taking a last sniff, she wiped her cheeks dry – she would have to wash her face or her eyes would puff and redden.

“Did Anne want me?” Felicia asked, Cressida could just have come to her saving, her friend had incredible notion for what was going on all around after all.

“Yes, she did. But I do believe it was only to deliver the friendly warning that Louis was in residence.”

“Yes, I think know it.” Felicia grimaced. “But it was to get it over with. Perhaps we should go and tell Her Majesty that I survived.”

Thank you and good night

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Yılmaz Aynişah Hatun bint Vizer Evhad
Face claim: Esra Bilgiç

1534

Emin Ali was a strange phenomenon, impressive and frightening at the same time, with all the cards on the table he still revealed nothing— glasses reflected more humanity. Stomach turning whenever he was around; can’t call them friends anymore, not with the smiling or how they spoke, nor how they had kissed— she should recognise his presence, remember that he was supposed to be there, sneaking inside when no one noticed.

“Why—“ eyes wandering over the blade followed by a finger, proximity erased, body heat licking against the spine, - “it’s blunt Aynisha Hatun, a butter knife,” in the next second it dangles between his fingers, tinge of annoyance, - “get a new one.” Emin Ali takes a step backwards, released from his grip.

“Might be homeless and horseless, but I’ve gained integrity and I will not be spoken to like a girl,” reaching for a robe to put over the nightgown.

“Stop acting like one,” facts, annoyingly he would often revert back to facts, keeping any arguments floating on the surface, making it hard being angry at him— long locks of hair cascade down over the back of the robe and she walks towards the two chamber chairs, one which he is already seated in.

“You will be leaving tomorrow—”
“Yes,” a glance upwards now that she was dressed, finding her eyes with the tilt of his head into the palm of his hand, - “I am uncertain of further arrangements.”
“What you mean to say is— uncertain of your return here.”
“Precisely,” does he find it amusing?

“Wouldn’t wait for a man,” wrapping the robbe tightly around her waist, she stands, flushed by heat, pushing hair behind her ear and reaching for the wine bottle with trembling fingers, - “perhaps we should leave the door open,” lips pressed into a thin line.

“If you would feel more at ease—”
“I would be more at ease if you were honest with me,” wine spills on the side of the glass from colossal waves swaying it from side to side.

“I am, I have been honest,” Emin Ali replies in a calm tune, pushing himself out of the chair and grasping the glass out of clammy hands, - ”I was going to ask you to come with me,” deducting that it had probably been interrupted by her vicious butter knife.

“We’d have to get me a horse,” words spill out of her mouth and he drinks the wine before putting the empty glass down, - “and I’ll probably have more conditions once I’ve calmed down.”

“Of course—“ this time he moves closer, eyes never soft, feeling more of a prey around him.

“Do you have the same thoughts for me?” A step closer towards him, to where their toes nearly overlapped, knowing the answer.

“Mine are from an adult’s mind,” he replies and she lifts her gaze into his.
“Should we open the door?” She asks again, fiddling her toes.
“No— you’ve got integrity,” a jest, pulled with a deadpan face, unmoving, until she leans in closer.
“I’ve also got adult thoughts,” a whisper before she leans back.

“Perhaps we should wait with them,” he’s close, the sort of close, where you wonder; where does one end and the other one begin? A hand pressed against the lower back, supporting the entirety of her body weight, bathing in sweat, tongue swollen as if she was having an allergic reaction; gaze lifted, deadpan expression staring back, she has figured out why it’s called a bear hug. “Breath—“ is said underneath a breath, rough fingers brushing against tea kettle hot skin.

Limbs turn into liquid, figure squeezing into his crevices, moulding herself after him, a warmth spreading in her body. Their locked lips part and she searches for the warmth of his hand with trembling fingers, tucking her head into his shoulder— searching for the comfort he provided, completely terrified, terrified he would have just left her.

1535

The night had flickered with the glow of candelabrum, heady laughters but they had been in their own bubble, ears flushed red when Emin Ali leaned in whispering; their marriage had come naturally, that one night, sometime last year— seasons didn’t change heat fluctuated, the rain came but it wasn’t England. Waking up to him comes naturally, a constant without questioning, just like their love.

Wondering if it’s natural or just too little understanding, lacking in knowledge and wisdom to understand the world— but here it is safe, with comfort and a sense of being in the right place. His fingers slip through tangled locks of hair, head pulled backwards, he never says to braid it before long journeys, he doesn’t curse or sigh when having to detangle it after another long journey. Their conversation flows naturally, except the lack of comprehension when he asks when the last time she bled was— knowing little, a shake of the head and she answers him how unaware she is of the last time.

“Months, weeks, days— don’t you keep any indication,” Emin Ali never asks, he speaks and expects answers, they expect communication from each other.

“Does it matter?” On purpose he tugged her head backwards, gently, searching for her eyes.

“It matters.”

“Three months— four months,” searching for an answer inside of his eyes, silence growing when lips part, realisation spreading and he ignited. Hands cupping face, stars twinkling behind closed eyes, a familiar ticking of moustache against chin and a secretive expression of Emin Ali’s face; corners of mouth aligned with the edge of his moustache.

“Won’t be long before we shouldn’t be on the road,” while her eyes softness in his presence, his turns sharper, - “we should return.” A gift from Allah they say, a growing belly turning into a tether between them.

On a new moon, shadows and stars rule the night, their first son was born; Avis cups a neck slippery from sweat, each time she’s surprised to see the woman’s face there, each time it’s a comfort knowing there’s a stable hand. Women were built for this, childbirth was common, childbirth was a natural process, giving into their waves of motion until belting screams erupted through the night.

The rest coming
Also in case I don’t make it, they have three kids and travel around meeting old friends (Louis, Mary, Mathias, Magnus and Anne — Avis as well when she moves back to England) in different countries because Ayni wills it so and Emin Ali indulges her; also buying houses everywhere in other countries because she must be kept spoiled.


Btw I really want the AU!!!! Do I need to scream it louder?

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Duchess Colette Issabell von In der Maur auf Strelburg und zu Freifeld, 4th Duke of Westerland, Viscountess Kirkton

Wife of Lord Maximillian von In der Maur auf Strelburg und zu Freifeld, Burgomeister of Berneck and Freiherr von In der Maur

Their children:

Lord John Maximillian von In der Maur auf Strelburg und zu Freifeld, 5th Duke of Westerland, Viscount Kirkton, Burgomeister of Berneck and Freiherr von In der Maur

Named after their good friend Sir John Morgan

FC: Liam Andrea Carrasco (I believe)

Lady Elisa Henrietta von In der Maur auf Strelburg und zu Freifeld

FC: Kaia Rose Bennett

(I want to say there will be more kids than this but for now 2 will do lmao)
(more story is actually coming but this is epilogue info!)

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Darings! Thank you so much for participating & handling this ending, and giving me these amazing epilogues to read. This means Round 5, and The Tudors is closed.

A few words, just because I would love to handle this without writing a novel.

Felicia

Nella, honestly, I've read and enjoyed your writing times before, but I cannot stress how much I was looking forward to reading Felicia when she happened.

Her mind is a gorgeous place to explore, her interactions always held sincerity to them, and for me, her relationships felt effortlessly intimate after spending only a short moment with her. I was incredibly excited when you decided to pick up Louis as your interest and decided to explore this dynamic I honestly enjoyed it the most as it got deeper and more intimate. Honestly, the love story that I will remember from this is theirs, so loving, passionate, bittersweet. Despite loving the bittersweet path you chose, I could not help myself occasionally root for them, wishing that somehow, at some point, you would change your mind, and give them a fighting chance - and the child seems like just that: perfectly captured emotion of their love story.

Thank you for participating, thank you for the glorious effort!

Colette

I've read your stories before you joined Tudors, I knew what was coming, but you set the standard the second you decided to add the king as a love interest.

Honestly, Colette was a force of nature. Hurricane that started lightly, but then grew bigger as the time went on - her growth and development touched everyone she touched and while I had a very clear idea you will be amazing at writing Francis, and subsequently, Colette and Francis together, I realized it will be a tough choice the second you added Max into this mix. Loved their interactions, loved her way of navigating the court and holding her titles while not playing games. Her liberation and sexual awakening was a very intimate look into a life of a young woman growing into her power, and eventually growing her own family and making space to call her own when she was left without one.

The balance of soft and playful, with caring nature that lingered in everything she did was a pleasure to read, thank you for it!

Aynişah

We go a long way, babe, and I've witnessed your amazing writing times and times before, but I have to admit Ayni is one of my favourites so far (and knowing how far back we go, it speaks volumes).

The short description of her traits in your form can not hold a candle to the actual personality that grew over the time she got into the story. Strong, and vulnerable. Proud of her own traditions, while wanting to be rid of the burden of carrying them. A curious mind, inquisitive mind, I honestly enjoyed her interactions and her honest approach to life, and her own realizations of coming that far, going all this way to find that what you were looking for was already so close to home. I am looking forward to seeing bits of her and Emin Ali through the eyes of their (I am guessing, extremely free and wild) children I already adore.

I only wish I could have seen more! Thank you for giving me the pleasure of discovering Ayni in all her glory!

Luca

Again, you and I got a whole lot of history, and I am fully aware of how detailed you go while exploring the universe you are writing, and honestly, one of the best things about you joining with Luca was the fact we reconnected again.

Luca, gosh, was such an interesting lead. You managed to write someone who was at the same time very tame in her actions and very respectful in her position, yet rebellious in the tamest of ways, managing to make the most of everything there. I enjoyed the demure interactions between her and Otto that felt like they were in both their characters, slow burn in which we only got to see them touch hands (!) a year in their interaction. Her political conversations with Magnus were highlights of the round, and if you had asked, I would have brought Thomas Cromwell into the story for her.

I wish real life treated you kinder this season, maybe we would have gotten to see Luca and Otto clumsily navigate a kiss. Well, a girl can hope.

Eleanor & Valeria

The only person who was willing to try to write two happy endings, if only you had more time to do it!

Eleanor was the sweetest creature, probably too nice for the court, but to see her happily stumble onto the love of her life was the loveliest. I enjoyed reading her bring more kindness into the lives of everyone she was around, and bring a family and happiness to William, who lost so much and gained even more. And, I am still sad I did not get to see this polarity of a person Valerie promised to be: the silent princess with knowledge of politics she did not find interesting, and a girl who prefer a company of a good book over the company of anyone else.

Thank you for joining and thank you for bringing both these women to the story!

It's probably not a secret I absolutely adore this new universe, I love the fact we got rid of Henry before he got to kill more than one wife, so...

May we meet in this AU again!

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