Autor: Sacchan
Title: Le Mie Prigioni (tras: My Prisons)
Paring: Gorge Boleyn/Mark Smeaton
Raintg: R for the thematic.
Disclamer: The characters aren't mine, they belong to their creators. Nobody pay me for this work…it's just a story for myself.
Note: They are actually a sort of letter that George and Mark write each other. I doubt George would write a thing like this and I doubt that Mark had the strength to write…anyway…Here we are! The title is the title of one of the most famous book of Silvio Pellico where he describes his life in the prison.
In the darkness of my prison I start to understand that is Hell where I'm living in.
I feel the time walk slowly away from me; a minute becoming an hour,a all day becoming a year.
If I Ask to myself if I could save myself I will tell to myself that it was impossible.
Mark, I swear to you that I never touched Anne,never, I do not touched Her Majesty, I do not touched the Queen. Neither my wife.
How I could?
I do not have the intention to do that. God, I could make love with my sister? It is the greatest sin ever. I swear and swear all the day. But nobody cares if I do, no body is listening to me. I am alone in my prison.
Mark you will believe me?
Maybe those words will be the last I will write in my life. Soon an axe will give me death, I will pay the ultimate price.
I am not anymore the Bloody King you though I was. I never was,Mark,never. I was only ad ambitious man, the brother of the two Boleyn Girl. They were able to go inside the bed of the King and give us privileges and titles.
I was only able to keep men in my bed. Luckly noboody knew it, and my father did not recognizes. It was strange that my wife did.
I remember well the night I told you that she know. I remember the fear and the prod in your dark eyes, the hidden smile on your lips. I would embrace you,kiss you,hold you untill the dawn. I would like to asked to you to play for me and only for me,in the secret of my bedchamber.
I would like to hear your vielle now, it could break the darkness and give me a sparkle of light. The next time I will see the sun, I will be dead in a couple of minutes.
My destiny was foreordained. I will die because the King think I committed incest. But even I am pure and innocent I will die,someday,because I loved men.
I am pure,my heart is white,and I am loyal to the King still.
I love you still,Mark. I do not care if this is Sin. It was the most beatiful sin in earth.
I am innocent.
But nobody will never believes this.
Oh,Mark,play again. I need to hear you play. I need to know you are still alive and your music is still in this world.
That Night you will play for me will never come. We will not have another night togheter, or alone. We will not have another night.
Everything is lost. Everything is ruined. I am lost, I am ruined.
Play Mark, sing a sonett of Thomas, let me be alive once more beyond the bars and the wall and the accuses and the bite of Death on my shoulder.
Play Mark, for the last time, before one of us will die.
