Hello, my fans! So far there is 2 for Princess Mary & Charles V, 3 for Charles Brandon & Anne Boleyn, 2 for Katharine of Aragon & Charles Brandon, 1 for Philip of Bavaria & Princess Mary and 1 for Thomas Culpepper & Princess Mary.
I'llAlwaysBeInEdwardsColdArms - I agree, she probably would've been a lot nicer and possibly happier.
IOU1882 - Thanks for the advice. Why were you shocked? Actually, that isn't the only option it could be and why do you say it is? The surprise can be found here.
ashley crowley10 - Wink, wink, wink
Mary gently kissed Charles' cheek before he mounted his Irish hobby. It was the first day in a long time that Charles had accompanied the King on a riding trip. Unfortunately, Wiltshire & his son would be coming along with them as well as other noblemen close to the crown. Charles couldn't be upset; he wasn't going to let those Boleyn 'men' get on his nerves at a time of celebration. Thomas and George started to gallop over to Charles on their well-bred, dapple grey horses, only the best for a Boleyn. "Your Grace, you seem happier than usual," Rochford examined, sharing a look with his father but only getting a nod from Charles himself. "Your Majesty," Thomas called out before riding to the King's side.
"Your Grace, I'm sure you are aware our chambers are very close," Charles nodded slowly as the Viscount spoke, "And I just happen to hear your wife's moans through the halls and as I walked past your door." The Duke of Suffolk pulled back his reins quite violently before talking: "As I told your sister, the matters of my bedchamber does none concern you, Viscount Rochford. Address your father on finding you a wife of your own. That is unless, I should point out your very voyeuristic perversions directed towards my Mary." The colour drained from George's face with such speed but he stood his ground, "At least, my wife shall not sound like a common doxy!" Charles could've said the same of Anne but he held his composure. Both men rode to where the King was, "Oh Suffolk, I was just discussing with the King on how I plan on addressing the Emperor!" Although, Henry's eyes were fixed on his gold stirrups, they seemed to get caught up easily. The crashing of thunder came from overhead; the horses grew frightened so they knew they would have to return inwards.
To the right of Henry stood the Duke of Suffolk while to the left was his father-in-law and the Viscount Rochford. The Duchess of Suffolk ran towards them, clutching her step-children who were just dropped off at court, on her request. The Duke of Suffolk was the envy of every man in court - he withheld a wealthy treasury; his (third!) young wife commended a comely figure and gorgeous, copper locks; his children were well-behaved and beautiful and he was in a high position within court. "Your Majesty," Mary acknowledged him but the King only noticed the young boy she was holding in her arms. Although Henry was indeed a handsome boy, you could always argue that Eleanor and Frances were just as stunning. The butter yellow Frances wore gave her hair a richer colour and his Ellie looked very stunning with a pink silk taffeta gown. "His Imperial Highness, Charles: Holy Roman Emperor; King of Aragon, Valencia, Naples & Sicily; Duke of the Burgundian Territories; Archduke of Austria and Isabella, Queen of Aragon, Valencia, Naples & Sicily; Duchess of the Burgundian Territories & Archduchess of Austria, " they all stood up straight.
"Te ves hermosa, eclipsando incluso el sol, mi amor," spoke an eloquent Charles. King Henry hugged the Emperor to cool the tension but their blood pulsed through them even quicker. Meanwhile, the two queens made no attempt to be friendly or even hide their discontent, Anne knew if she had an heir she could convince Henry to take over what was thought to be the Emperor's in the name of their faith. The Spaniard Queen's heels clacked on the tiles as she walked over to Mary who stood in a deep curtesy like the rest of the courtiers: "I have never known cousins to kneel before each other, Maria." She threw her arms around her happily, grappling her in a hug. "These must be your step children: Frances, Eleanor and Henry, of course." None of the children were aware of their popularity with people of such high standing. Just as Isabella hugged Mary, Charles V hugged the Duke of Suffolk, who was happy to oblige, as well as his cousin. Frances stepped forward and cleared her throat before reading off the piece of paper in front of her: "Your Majesty, Her Grace, the Duchess of Suffolk, had informed us of your love of strawberries so my sister & I picked you some as a sign of our unity as a family." Of course, at her young age, Frances stumbled over some words but everyone clapped vigorously, even Queen Anne. Then Ellie gave Isabella a basket of woodland strawberries nestled in green taffeta, grinning wide with Mary's hand resting on her head. The cheers grew louder through the halls. "Gracias, Eleanor y Frances. We are humbled at your kindness and it is obvious your Father and my cousin have taught you very well."
"Mary, I must speak to you … in private," Charles grabbed her wrists quite harshly. They ran off to the halls deeper in the castle and stopped when they were both panting from breathlessness. Even Mary's breast rose and fell in a steady rhythm from their speed. "Mary, what did you want to tell me last night?" Charles looked at her, concerned. "I know you somehow got my father to let my mother live with us … and last night was me showing gratitude," she held him close enough to hear the beating of his heart against his chest. "Your happiness is one of the highest priorities in my case," he whispered to her. "When will she be coming? We must get things ready for her!" Mary felt nervous and excited at the same time, like an anxious child: her mother hadn't given any views on her marriage and might have even been against it. "Calm down, my love. She will be there by the time, we return. I have instructed my help to treat her graciously," Charles would be an amazing consort, always so civil and helpful in times of turmoil. "Wha-what has she said of us… our marriage? Is she against it?" Mary felt very weary. "Let us not worry, especially not in your state. We have time before this, Maria."
His Imperial Highness invited the Duke and Duchess of Suffolk (as well as their children) to dine with them, much to Queen Anne's chagrin. Although, she was too distracted by her husband turning his head at the sight of every flaxen haired minx; she felt as if everything she had built up was starting to collapse on her. Anne planned on luring Henry to her room yet again, though. "Her Grace, the Duchess off Suffolk!" The Duchess entered later than the rest of them; swaddling her tired stepson before handing him to maids she'd trusted at her time in court and helping seat her young stepdaughters. Even when she curtsied, it was silent enough to hear a pin drop. She knew she would have to start some conversation. "So, Your Imperial Highness how has your journey to the New World? There has been much folklore in Europe about it!" asked a very eager Charles, more enthusiastic to calm tension than learn. "We have brought back much gold, food and other precious things from the land. It is very prosperous; there were so many things we had never even heard of there," excitedly expressed the Emperor. "Our explorers still have much to discover," added his gracious partner. "Charles, you haven't taken us up on our offer of visiting Spain," Mary and her husband looked at each other for a moment, neither noticed the King of England's eyes bulging from his head. "Well, we would hate to leave the children for too long, cousin," Mary responded quickly. "You may bring them along! A change of setting would always do them well, Maria," Isabella answered back. "If we ever have the time we will tell you ahead of time," said Charles, finally feeling Henry's gaze on him.
"Still not pregnant I see, Mary! Do not worry, it is expected of you," said a smug Thomas Boleyn. Charles' muscles tensed when Mary caught his hand in strong grasp. "We should tell them, Charles," insisted the Duchess, trembling slightly. "What is there to tell, Your Grace?" Anne grew worried. The couple nodded to each other before Mary inhaled sharply: "I have been weary over the last month as well as very sick. Charles worried that I might have caught something so he forced me to the physicians. They said… t-they… told me … us, they told us I was with child. I wanted to tell Mother first but I guessed it was best saying it now and we will tell her as soon as we return to Suffolk." The silence and tension was fogging the dining room harshly. "She is two months along so she should be showing soon, Your Majesty," Charles announced to the King seemed taken aback. "I might be a grandfather?" Henry finally looked up from his plate. "Yes, Your Majesty," Mary answered him back meekly, she expected the worst. "I wish you the best and the same for your husband and child," the monarch spoke solemnly. "The child will be beautiful, darling cousin. God bless him… or her! Child birth will come naturally," Isabella held her hand against Mary's stomach. "Will we have a new brother or sister?" the young girls asked Charles eagerly, their eyes glazed with hope at their father's nodding. All the while the Boleyn all had gaping mouths as they were extremely stunned. How could this happen to them?
So the surprise was ... I'm bringin' C of A into this drama! Plus, Mary and Charles are having a baby! Who are you rooting for? Did u see the hints I've been dropping throughout the last two pages? Can't you just imagine Henry Brandon as the cutest baby?! Anyway, here's a question: what are you going to do after this:
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F) None of the Above (slowly reaching for a knife! JK)
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