Of Royal Blood
For our entire lives, our love was a battle. A battle for freedom, for power, for ethic solidity...for dominance, though that is not quite the 'love' I speak of.
I am a princess, a royal blooded woman, heir to the throne, but there lies the problem. All of this would have been so much simpler if you weren't so similar to me. If you were my perfect opposite, even if you were poor, living in the slums, drinking straight from the rotten water of the Thames it would have been okay. Alas, you are very far from that.
You fought back waves of French on their own muddied ground. ( I always smiled at the vivid recount of Agincourt, the overpowering speech and ridiculous odds. Those stories, despite their charm always made me worry over you.)
I fought in the dimly lit chambers of London, arguing, asking, discussing, dismissing. And more then anything, evading. Evading the never ending offers from all over; Spain, Germany, Dutch-land, evading the church and their efforts for power, not that they didn't have it already.
One day, I will be forced to marry. The second father's illness develops suitors will flood the land, and the King will become desperate.
I have never doubted you. You are the strongest person I know; that is for sure. It is I myself that I doubt. I feel that if I let this continue, you will only be hurt. The power of the King's rage, and the Lord's - the church's wrath is no mere death sentence.
Eventually, they will find you. And when they do, they will take you, and if you run they will chase you. And when they catch you - they will, I assure you - you will be bled to nothing, your wrists and ankles bound, back raw and ripped to nothing, your center split. The knighthood you took with such pride will be nothing. Such things as 'dignity', 'respect', they do not exist in the dungeons.
I love you, my dear. Therefore, I refuse to let my last image of you be the palace guard dragging you down into the dark bowels of the earth, where no may hear you scream.
It would be the death of me.
Late last night on ABC, Anne of a Thousand Days was on, and I was inspired to do this little...rabble...thing. I'll leave you to decide which characters it is, but...well, I wrote it with a certain two in mind. 8D
Agincourt is not a typo D: It was a battle in the fifteenth century (1415 to be exact), and was a major British victory against the much larger French army during the hundred year war. So that places the princess as Henry V's daughter, and the knight (who may somehow be a woman since its a fic) as one of Henry's loyal warriors.
Agincourt has always been one of my favorite battles, so I felt I had to mention it. I apologize for the shortness of this thing...TuT I wanted to do some epic 40 chapter long tale of how this all gets resolved, and whether the princess's premonition comes true, but I wont. I have crazy people to write about.
