Hey everyone! So, I started a new story (I'm a desperate case I know) and naturally it is with my OTP (Cromwell and Queen Catherine). It's basically a collection of song-fiction based on Coldplay's songs. The first one I decided to use is of course "Christmas Lights" and with this I want to wish you all a merry christmas! :) That's all for now, hope you like it and please let me know what you think and if you'd like me to continue^^

Christmas Lights

Christmas night, another fight
Tears, we cried a flood
Got all kinds of poison in
Of poison in my blood

He turned his back to the Palace and instinctively took a hand under the right eye: he didn't feel anything, but he knew that they were there; yes, those years were invisible but they were there. He kept a straight face all evening, during the audience with His Majesty arguing absurd excuses to obtain an absurd permission, and in the end he now found himself to do that travel in secret anyway. It wasn't worth, he wasn't exactly famous for his strict observance of rules and that visit was something more than just an exercise to try to elude them.

I took my feet to Oxford Street
Trying to right a wrong
Just walk away, those windows say
But I can't believe she's gone

"Are you leaving the Court, Master Cromwell?"

Thomas turned again hearing that voice and he was suddenly keeping straight face again, noticing the imperial ambassador.

"yes, Your Excellency, by King's commando f course" he answered. What a brash! He scolded himself mentally and a laugh barely escaped his mouth "But after all you are leaving tomorrow morning, aren't you?"

"I have to greet someone" Chapuys said with a defiant smile, letting perfectly understand the refer to the Princess of Wales, who for the first time would have spent Christmas far away.

"Oh, I have to greet someone too" Cromwell simply replied, retuning the smile and climbing on the horse.

He had to hurry up if he didn't want to meet the ambassador again.

When you're still waiting for the snow to fall
Doesn't really feel like Christmas at all

Why did he feel the sudden need to go to her? Rationally he didn't know, and yet there must have been a reason. He had ridden all night and it wasn't a night like the others, but Christmas night… Could it be possible that he didn't have anything better to do? Again the same question, and again he was looking for a reason. Maybe for him it was a night like all the others after all, maybe for him that night wasn't Christmas.

It was cold and dark and there were lights lighting up the street. But there was something missing. Maybe something simple, as snow.

Up above, candles on air flicker
Oh, they flicker and they float
And I'm up here holdin' on
To all those chandeliers of hope

Lights were brighter now, while a line of candles overdrew the sunlight just appeared in that forgotten house, where he could feel Christmas even less.

"Master Cromwell, you are quite unexpected" Lady Elizabeth Darrell whispered opening half sleepy the door.

"I'm sorry for the time…" he replied, feeling strangely uncomfortable.

He was realizing maybe only in that moment the power of his impulsiveness: it was like through all those hours of travel he had lived a dream and now that he had awakened, he didn't understand himself his absurd act. Explaining it could have been even more difficult, because if it was a moment like any others for him, for anybody else it was still night and it was still Christmas.

"I go calling my lady" the lady added soon after, breaking the silence.

"No, wait!" he stopped her "Let her sleep, I will wait"

"oh no, my lady didn't sleep all night… It must be the Christmas…" she replied with a tone full of bitterness starting to climb up the stairs, letting him alone to focus on the light of the candles and the strange happiness that along with the hit they seem to emanate.

Like some drunken Elvis singin'
I go singin' out of tune
Sayin' how I always loved you, darlin'
And I always will

Lady Darrell didn't make him wait for too long, she climbed down almost immediately and she wasn't alone now. Catherine nodded as a greeting and she approached the window slightly open, closing her eyes for a moment; with her hair unusually left down and without the royal jewels, she seemed more tired and neglected than six months before when she had left the Court. But the fulcrum of her strength and grace, was to be found in her eyes and when he felt them on him after so long, the "sad queen" as she was known now all over Europe, appeared to him as an angel, as the most brighter light of all, the one that emanated more hit and hope.

"What happened?" that angel asked suddenly, while a certain worry became tangible in her tone usually controlled.

"Nothing. I just wanted to wish you a Merry Christmas" he replied while a smile was forming unwillingly on his lips.

She stared at him astonished and confused, but the smile was now even on her lips and that was all that mattered.

"Only this, now I will go" he whispered then making a bow, while she, still astonished, simply nodded.

Oh, when you're still waiting for the snow to fall
Doesn't really feel like Christmas at all

"Wait! Maybe it is better if you wait to leave again" Catherine exclaimed quietly, calling him back.

Her look was no more on him, but lost outside the window and the smile had become slowly a sweet laugh, the one of a child, the child she wasn't anymore, the child she was now becoming again for a moment only that day.

"it's snowing!" she explained giving him a quick look and motioning him to approach the window.

And now, it was Christmas even for them.