The room was silent.
Absolutely silent…
And tense…
"Let her stay."
Siegfried's voice was calm and unwavering as he spoke, interrupting the stiff silence. The Archbishop released the white-haired woman, and strode swiftly over to Siegfried.
"Once you're dead…we'll be back for her…you two won't be separated too long…" He whispered with an evil smile, causing the blonde knight's face to ashen.
"Take him away!" Reginald ordered, as Siegfried was dragged out of the mansion. The Archbishop turned to Ivy, and tipped an imaginary hat; the evil smile still engraved upon his lips.
"It's been a pleasure, Miss Valentine…" he purred, before his roving eyes took in the shocked woman's body, and he walked away. His footsteps echoed throughout the large house, as he walked out. And even when he was gone, Ivy was still hearing the footsteps…so large…so menacing. Regaining her senses, the platinum-haired lady dressed herself in breeches and a white shirt, slowly, almost mechanically. She started walking down the stairs, to the main hallway, where her turquoise widened at the macabre scene in front of her. And the first word, since the Archbishop's actions, escaped Ivy's lips.
"GAWEN!"
Siegfried was thrown to the floor of the grand throne room of Queen Mary Tudor. When he attempted to lift his head up, a large foot against his neck, pushed it down again, causing Siegfried to give a growl.
"Reginald! What are you doing? Good heavens! Let go of this…fine man." The Queen exclaimed, as she rushed into the throne room, her eyes wide. This time, it was the Archbishop's turn to be surprised, as he quickly stepped away from Siegfried, even going so far as to untie the man's hands, practically setting him free.
"B-but your majesty…I thought-"
"Thank you, Reginald. You may leave now." Mary Tudor stated, flicking back a curl of her blonde locks.
"But your majesty!"
"I said that will be all!" The Queen exclaimed, as she stood up, narrowing her eyes at the figure of the Archbishop, who began cowering at the noblewoman's voice.
"My apologies, your majesty." Reginald Cardinal Pole apologized, before hurrying out of the throne room.
Mary Tudor gave a 'hmph' before turning back to Siegfried with an apologetic smile. She knelt down next to the shocked, kneeling, blonde man, her red gloved hand caressing his face.
"I'm so sorry…he just doesn't get the hint sometimes that a lady wants to be alone…" she murmured. "Did he hurt you any?"
"N-no…I'm fine." Siegfried stammered, completely confused.
The young Queen gave a sigh of relief, wiping her brow, and smiling slightly.
"What a relief. I'd hate for my new king to have been injured." She replied cheerfully, making Siegfried even more confused.
"What!" he demanded.
"My new king! From the moment I lay eyes on you, I knew that you would be my new king!"
Her cheerful demeanor changed drastically, as she took Siegfried's face in her hands, her eyes cold.
"And you will be mine. Mark my words, you shall be mine. Because…as you know I am the Queen of England…and I get everything I want. And when I don't get what I want…someone pays for it…and in this case…that someone will be you. You are a German…a barbaric German…and I could have you killed like that." Mary Tudor took her hands away, and snapped her fingers in front of Siegfried.
"But I could "discover" your blue blood…and you could become my king. Simple as that. And then you wouldn't have to die because of your actions with that…that woman! That little white-haired vixen…she doesn't deserve you! She can't even act like a proper lady…going around with those scandalous outfits…traveling around the world…It's outrageous!"
The Queen gave a bitter laugh, as her hands slowly clenched into fists at the mentioning of Ivy Valentine. She shook her head, almost silently scolding herself for a moment, before she stood up, tall next to the kneeling man.
"You think about it, Siegfried. I don't know why you would ever turn this chance down…but…I know how men are…so stubborn…so foolish." The blonde noblewoman gave an eerily sounding cheerful laugh, and placed a kiss on Siegfried's lips.
"No matter which way you choose…you will still be mine." She whispered, before turning to the main doors of the throne room.
"Reginald!"
At the sound of her voice, the Archbishop hustled into the room, closing the large double doors behind him.
"Yes, your highness?" he questioned nervously.
"Take Sir Schtauffen to the grandest spare chambers we have, here in the palace. I want no expense spared for this wonderful man…" Mary Tudor ordered, causing Reginald to pale considerably.
"Y-yes your highness…" the balding man replied, motioning for Siegfried to follow him, and an entourage of guards, as they left the throne room.
"I don't know what the bloody hell you did to her majesty, but I want to let you know now, you bastard, I'm keeping an eye on you." Reginald snapped, as they walked down the grand hallway and stopped at a grand looking door.
"Here. Your room. Don't think of leaving. There will be guards outside here, and there are at least twenty guards or more on the perimeter of the grounds." The Archbishop stated, opening the door to the large room for Siegfried, and pushing him in, and then slamming the door shut.
With a determined mindset, the blonde knight took in his surroundings, and started wondering how he could escape…and try to get back to Ivy.
A slender, pale hand held up a container of a white powdered substance, and tapped the container, almost filled to the top, before pouring it into a large green bottle, a wine bottle. The cork was placed back onto the bottle, and the bottle shook up. The powder dissolved immediately, as to where no one could have ever told the difference in the drink. With a satisfied smile on her luscious lips, the bottle was uncorked, and the red wine was poured into a large crystal glass.
A pair of turquoise spheres looked intently at the glass in front of her, before laughing bitterly, and bringing the glass to her red painted lips. The contents of the glass were downed quickly, and a coppery taste trickled down her throat.
With a bitter laugh, Ivy Valentine poured another glass of red wine in the glass, and downed the contents once more.
Poison in a glass…
What a plot twist, huh? R&R please!