Sooo, this is me trying something new. My first try at romance, and not just any romance, but romance based on not only historical characters, but frickin Shakespeare characters! I'm not so mad yet as to try to write anything in iambic pentameter (o_O), but I just couldn't resist. I watched this series and was blown away by it. The stories and characters are great not to mention the incredible performances (Tom Hiddleston! 8D). I watched Harry and Kate at the end of Henry V and thought this had to be written. And so here I am, hoping this works and I don't make a fool out of myself having a go at Shakespeare...

Anyhow, feedback is welcome and I hope you'll enjoy this. :)

Cheers!

Nat.

Le Début de Toute Chose.

A crowd full of people. Screaming, cheering. Words she could barely make out and understand. At the head of the fileshe rode beside her husband, whose proud gaze moved across the joyous mass, nodding sometimes to one face or another. Inwardly, Catherine couldn't help but marvel at the image the King presented. The crown, though simpler than those of his predecessors, shone brightly in the morning sun, a glorious golden halo. She could not imagine how his appearance could frighten maidens away, as he had claimed the day they met, for his was a handsome face. She repressed a giggle. She had to remain calm and dignified for all too soon she would be Queen, and this her people, could not possibly take her for any less. What would they think of a Queen giggling by herself like some foolish girl. If anything, this was her role and duty for now: gain their respect. Here there were, on each side of the road leading to the royal castle, surrounding her, watching her. The common people, come to celebrate the King's successful return from France.

France. Oh how she missed it. Familiar faces and halls she grew up with, even the language. Though she now understood most English words, she had still trouble speaking, and she always felt self conscious about her broken sentences. It all left her with the most terrible head ache at the end of the day. Headaches like the one she had now. All this cheering, the shouting of words she couldn't make out, the unfamiliarity of it all made her feel oppressed, scared even. She visibly tensed, try as she might to not let her feelings show. God she wanted nothing more than to hide beneath the sheets of her bed.

But then she felt something. A warm gloved hand had wrapped itself around her much smaller one. She looked up and over to her husband, who now gave her a reassuring look as he gently squeezed her hand. The fierceness of his eyes had melted away, leaving in its wake only warmth and softness, and she couldn't help but smile back.

This. This she could get used to.

(Le Début de Toute Chose = The Beginning of All Things.)

Please tell me what you think! :)