Chapter 3
Madame? Madame? Amy?
Amy opened her eyes. It was so bright, who was that? 'Hm..Anne' she murmured
'Yes, yes I'm hear Amy, its all right.'
The faces were beginning to clear, Anne was there along with… the man from the wedding. 'Who?' was her question, she tried to sit up.
'Just rest Amy. This is Charles Brandon he found you when you collapsed.
'Are you feeling better Madame?'
'Yes, thank you'. His voice was deep and soft, like the curl of his lip it was such a reassuring voice, it made her feel safe. 'I collapsed? Oh dear Anne the party!'
'Now now, its all right the King understands you are my dearest friend the party is continuing without me.'
'But you must return, please.'
'But I cannot leave you alone'
'Your Majasty, allow me to stay with the Lady a while'
'Very well Your Grace, Amy I shall return later.' Anne kissed her forehead and left.
Amy felt a little awkward, which wasn't fair due to the fact that she was recovering from collapsing. As Anne left she knew she had to make conversation or risk an awkward silence.
'So Your Grace' she played for time 'You are…er…er a Duke then'. She all ready knew the answer.
'Yes, yes that's right, of Suffolk as a matter a fact'
'Oh not to far away then'
'I'm sorry', he looked confused. Oh shit the train hadn't been invented yet.
'Oh no I meant, well you see I'm from Scotland and in comparison, you know'. That had been close, she really was terrible when it came to socialising. 'So' continued Amy trying to pass over the moment 'Won't the Duchess be wondering where you've gotten to'. Charles looked at his feet. 'Oh no I didn't mean that I don't enjoy your company but we haven't really been introduced and I know that I wouldn't want you to.
It had happened before she had even noticed him move. He was on her his lips against hers, his hands lovingly on her neck. She broke the kiss, he looked at her. 'I'm sorry' he began but Amy had already returned to her post and kissed him again.
