Third chapter guys, be proud of me! To be honest, I never thought to go this far. My brain is literally, positively dead at this time. I just don't feel it working and the creative juices refusing to flow. Also, it's been a while since I watched the show and I have no historical references, partly due to the fact that I'm too lazy to do extra research. So I'm basically just limping along. I really want to get this story over with, because it's killing me.
So after reading the reviews, I notices that there was a rift between those who hate that Anne's a stereotypical evil villain, and those who straight on hate her guts. QOP and York, you have made your opinions very clear. This is my story, it's my brain-child so I get full control over it. But, I know that Anne has the potential of being a good person. She's just momentarily blinded by power and her ambitious family of noble douchebags. The family is to blame, not her. So please don't hate on Anne anymore, it's all I'm asking. But if you still feel the way you do, then fine. Just don't say anything about it. Forever hold your peace or whatever. Thank you very much.
Now with that over with...who would like to see Joan of Arc trump a Boleyn at fencing? I know I do right now.
October 1531
Fall came early to the English nation that year. The ripened crops are promptly being harvested, as are livestock being slaughtered in preparation of the winter to come. Windsor Palace was busily being stocked up with all sorts of vegetables and meat.
The leaves of trees were no longer green, but turned into crisp red, gold, orange and brown. Nature slowed down almost to the point of a standstill. Woodland creatures became scarce as they were all disappearing into their secret winter quarters. A chill was in the air, as well as anticipation and uncertainty.
In the courtyard of Windsor Palace, a few Boleyn and Howard men are engaging in bouts of fencing. The seniors were only standing by and watching, as their sons did the actual fighting. The Earl of Wiltshire and his brothers-in-law, Thomas and Edmund Howard observed with keen attention as their sons took turns sparring with each other.
Joan, known around Court as Jean du Lys, joined them just as George Boleyn and Henry Howard began their round.
"That's the way to go, George!"Rooted Wiltshire to his son. "Always keep an eye on your opponent! Be careful, make no mistakes."
Thomas, the Duke of Norfolk jabbed his arm to get his attention. "Here comes Jean du Lys."
Wiltshire instantly assumed his most courteous smile and greeted Jean. "Ah, Jean du Lys! What a pleasure to see today, ambassador."
"Well I just could not resist seeing a fine match like this", said Jean as he shook each of their hands."It's very common back in France. Are you gentleman going to fence today?"
The three old geezers shook their heads in reply. "Oh no, we are not",said Duke of Norfolk."I believe that I speak for my brothers, when I say that we are too old and worn for these physical activities. You and the youngsters are far more capable than we."
Jean nodded slightly in understanding. "Of course, for it appears so. We wouldn't want any of you busting a hip now, do we?" The older men laughed in amusement at the lad's charming jest.
Then they felt silent and continued to watch the ongoing bout.
George and Henry seemed evenly match. Their blades clashed at mid-range, sending them both staggering back a few steps. For a while, they circled each other, holding their swords before them in a defensive pose. Neither of them dared blink, not even for a second. Then in a sudden reflex, George lunged forward and ultimately thrust his sword point-first, firmly against Henry's chest.
"Huzzah!" cried George in glorious triumph.
Everybody clapped and nodded in silent approval at his skillful demonstration. Even the defeated Henry, who had calmly accepted the outcome. He congratulated George as they both shook hands.
Henry said," You are a worthy opponent, cousin. But don't expect me to be so easy on you next time."
"The same goes for me."
"Ah son, you have made me so proud!" Wiltshire heartily patted his son's back, in honor of his victory. "What now, Norfolk?! This proves that the Boleyns are capable of siring brave soldiers for England!"
Norfolk only folded his arms with a miffed expression. "I guess so. What do you think, ambassador?"
"Well Norfolk, your son obviously possess strong skills",answered Du Lys truthfully. "I can only hope that my son will be as talented."
Norfolk was pleased, as he looked warmly at George. "Yes, yes, for they all can't be as good as he."
Norfolk groaned in aggravation. Even for an ally, is his vain boasting still tiresome.
"So tell us about King Francis", Norfolk requested, thus changing the subject."Does he support our King's intentions to marry Anne Boleyn?"
Du Lys coolly replied,"Oh yes, His Majesty is all for it! He believes that this could be a great opportunity for a brotherly alliance with England. Since Anne is a patroness of France, we will help her any way we can."
"Splendid!" Exclaimed Wiltshire with glee."Tell your master that we would like for him, to be godfather to the future Prince and heir of England!"
"His Majesty will be most honored, your Grace."
Duke Norfolk firmly clasped his hands together, a broad smile on his face. "By God, there's absolutely no doubt that my niece will be able to bring forth a healthy, noble Tudor Prince!"
"She's young, fertile, and robust",remarked Wiltshire. "Anne is everything that her predecessor, Catherine, was not! Once she has given birth, the King will love her even more. And as a final touch, that impotent Spanish cow and her daughter will both be disgraced! This is just perfect! We'll have everything we ever wanted."
Then the men laughed haughtily. All except for the Frenchman.
Jean du Lys silently glowered at them, under his dark brows. Their offensive manner angered him. Firmly gritting his teeth, his hold tightened on his sword
Fools! Their arrogance will be their downfall. I must protect Mary's honor!
The Frenchman unsheathed his sword in a grand motion. The blade itself, was almost as long as he was.
The laughter ceased instantly, as the three men stared wide-eyed at the sparkling blade before them.
"Wh-What are you planning to do with that?"asked Wiltshire curiously.
Ignoring that, Du Lys walked past them and steadily approached George Boleyn. The young man was deeply in conversation with his cousins, when he noticed the presence of the Frenchman.
"May I help you, Sir?"
Du Lys' expression was rigid, as he raised his sword, with the tip pointing towards George. "You. I challenge you to a friendly duel. I want to see how good you really are."
George gave his father a questioning look. Should he accept or not?
Wiltshire gave him a solemn nod, telling him to go ahead and accept. A true Boleyn never declines a challenge.
George instantly rose on his feet and said politely, "I verily accept, your Excellency. I am more than glad to prove my worth to you."
Jean grinned in delight. Then the two parted and went to their respective starting places.
"First person to point their blade at the other's throat is the winner!" Announced the Frenchman. Those words sent an icy shiver creeping down George's spine.
Both men then assumed the essential fencing position. They straightened their torsos and spread their feet apart. Wielding longswords, they held their weapons away to the side in a two-handed grip. It was then that George noticed the Frenchman as being left-handed. Their gazes bored into each other in intense focus.
Meanwhile, the others were drawn to gawk at the spectacle before them. All sounds were suppressed, as they held their breath in anticipation. Norfolk and Wiltshire bent their brows, as Charles Howard bit his lip. The rest were wide-eyed in astonishment. The stillness of the air quickly became unbearable.
The two combatants spent a good while trying to read the other's intentions. Slightly nervous, George began to hesitate in his stance. Opposite of him, Jean du Lys retained a confident composure. George found himself feeling intimidated by the Frenchman's unwavering manner.
Nobody spoke, there was not a single movement. Everything was still.
Then without warning, both combatants launched themselves forward, swords ready to strike. Their blades met in the middle in a sharp clash of steel, that sent them backing away. George tried to swing a Jean, but his blow was easily blocked. Next, he lunged forward hoping to land a thrust. Again, Jean simply parried his attack, pushing the blade back against him. George held firm, but the force caused him to stagger back.
The Frenchman then went on the offensive, as he struck down against George's blade. Blows after blows was dealt and George was struggling to defend himself. Timing carefully, he countered by targeting Jean's weaker right side. Whirling around, he attempted to strike at his legs, but Jean jumped back at the last minute. George then blocked an oncoming blow to his head.
Excitement and uncertainty was etched on the faces of the few spectators, as they watched the fight unfold. They shudder with every strike, clash, and blow that rang out.
Once again, the two swords clashed together in a collision of sparks. A deadlock ensued, as both men tried to push back the other. Both of them was equally determined to gain victory. Large beads of sweat formed on their heads, their teeth gritted vigorously, and their muscles became extremely tense. For a minute, they both seemed to evenly matched. However, it was only a matter of time before one of them gives in. For now, they just can't tell who.
Eventually, George's strength gave way and his weapon was lowered. Taking advantage of this, Jean eagerly pressed his opponent hard. George was overwhelmed by his furious onslaught and struggled to defend himself. Multiple blows was dealt by Jean upon his helpless opponent, and he showed no signs of slowing down. George decided to take a risk by thrusting at Jean's heart, but he easily parried it. So they went on like that, trading blows constantly and systematically. Obviously, Du Lys held the upper hand, while George barely managed to avoid his deadly blade. Soon, the Frenchman resolved upon ending it all with a final series of rapid-fire attacks.
When the dust cleared, George found himself on his knees and his sword out of his hand. He was shocked to see the Frenchman's blade pointing at his exposed throat.
Slowly, he looked up to see the smiling face of Jean du Lys. His deep blue eyes were glowing with triumph.
"There. I win."
Jean then lowered his weapon, much to George's relief, and offered him a hand. George willingly took it and was pulled up to his feet. Then without another word, the Frenchman simply turned and walked away with a sense of accomplishment.
Norfolk felt grateful towards the French ambassador. He tried to refrain himself from grinning or showing pleasure. Now I won't have to deal with Wiltshire's irritating boasts for a while!
George was too stunned to move, as he stood there idly. He was immediately joined by his father, who saw clearly the disappointment in his eyes.
"You did well,my son...but Du Lys is simply better."
George Boleyn watched the Frenchman leave with both resentment and respect.
"Yes, much better."
Looking out from her window, Mary had seen everything that happened. She smiled dreamily as she thought about Jean du Lys. They have been getting to know each other these past few months.
Even now, she could not believe her luck! Mary has never expected to find an ally so devoted as he, let alone a mere Frenchman. He has completely changed her view of the world. In time, she had come to admire the charismatic Frenchman. She knew that she can trust him,for he had revealed to her that he is an agent of the Catholic Church. Du Lys will never abandon her, he was too honorable for that.
Knock Knock
"Yes, come in."
The door opened and a servant bowed to her. "The King requires your presence for a midday meal."
"I see. Tell him that I'll be there shortly." With another short bow, the servant took his leave.
Sighing wearily, Mary then began walking to the dining room. But Jean was still on her mind. She was immensely grateful to have him as an ally by her side. He's not banished to some remote castle(Catherine) or preoccupied by stately duties in a distant country(Chapuys) or locked away in that dreaded Tower(Thomas Moore).
No, he is right where I need him to be. Jean will protect me no matter what
He has promised her a future. A future as the rightful Queen of England.
In spite of the fact that she will have to see Anne, Mary couldn't help but smile to herself. With Jean to support her, Mary's spirit soared with happiness. Nothing could possibly ruin her mood.
King Henry was busy obliteration a beef steak when Mary entered the room. Anne Boleyn sat comfortably beside him, while Charles Brandon sat across from him.
"Mary! Come, come and have a seat! Your food is getting cold." He gestured to an empty seat.
Mary did a graceful curtsy before sitting down. "Father, and Anne."
Anne fumbled with her ruby necklace. "Lady Mary."
Shockingly, that was all that she said. No sharp insults, no rude remark, no anything. So things went on without any incidents. It was mainly Henry and Charles doing the talking.
Ex-Queen Catherine of Aragon was finishing her daily prayer in the chapel of Kimbolten Castle.
"Amen"
She rose and turned to face her lady-in-waiting, Maria de Salinas. Having grew up together in Spain, the two women are very close indeed. Maria smiled gently, and so did Catherine. They both began the trip back to Catherine's chamber.
"My fight against the King is going nowhere", said Catherine suddenly. "I don't think I can carry on much longer."
Maria looked at her mistress with alarm. "What are you saying? Surely, it is your weariness talking. Mary needs you!"
"I know that she does",admitted Catherine," But she needs to have the King's favor even more. He has always been a fickle man. I don't want to see my Mary ripped to shreds by those horrid Boleyn-Howard wolves."
"You have a point, my Queen. However, I still think that you must keep raising your voice."
Catherine gave her a stern look. "Well right now, I am doing exactly that. Has anything changed yet? No. If I just cease to pester the King, then perhaps his heart will soften and he'll treat Mary better."
"But what about Mary?"Questioned Maria with concern."She will never come to believe that you have willingly stopped to fight for her rights! She'll be crushed!"
Catherines's heart sank instantly. She didn't respond, but tightly pursed her lips. Maria knew that she had hit a soft-spot.
Finally, they made it to Catherine's chamber. They were greeted by a Court messenger, who doffed his cap and bowed. Catherine bid him to rise.
"I have come with a message from King Henry", spoke the man, as he pulled out a rolled up parchment from his sleeve. "Here you go, milady. Oh and the King expects a quick answer."
Catherine took it with a nod and went inside her chamber. Maria closed the door and remained standing outside, along with the messenger.
Minutes flew by, before Catherine finally emerged from the room. "There, I have signed it. Bring this back to the King. I'm sure he'll be most pleased."
The messenger took the letter, then hastily left. As soon as they entered her chamber, Catherine was immediately bombarded by a confused Maria.
"What was that and why did you sign it? What did it say? I need to know!"
Catherine calmly held up her hand and signaled for silence. "If you must know, it was an offer from the the King."
Maria grew suspicious. "What kind of offer?"
"The kind that I can't refuse", replied Catherine mildly."With my signature, I have come to accept the King's annulment on the grounds of consanguinity. I shall renounce my title as 'Queen of England' and willingly acknowledge Anne Boleyn as his true wife after their marriage. I am required to write to my nephew, the Holy Roman Emperor, and tell him to cease supporting me, as there is no use. In return for my obedience, I shall be granted the new title of 'Her Highness, the Duchess of Lancaster', along with three palaces and an annual allowance. I am to be welcomed to Court, and have precedence over every women there, with the exception of the Queen. When I die, Mary is to inherit everything."
Maria could not believe what she is hearing! She almost fainted in her state of utter disbelief.
"How could you?"Maria demanded in denial."It's not like you give up so easily! What will Mary say when she finds out? I understand your reasons for doing so, but she will not. She will think that you have abandoned her."
Catherine turned away, for she realized that Maria is right. She closed her eyes and a single tear rolled down.
Please forgive me, Mary.
Yeah, so what can I say? I like a little bit of action. I think the duel really spice up the story, don't you think?
So Catherine has given up, but she knew it had to be done for the safety of her daughter. That's Best Mother of the Year worthy, right there! I'm planning for Henry to elevate Mary from the pit of bastardization and allow her to remain a princess.
Planning some romance for the next chapter too. To be honest, I only have a rough outline of the story, but I'll keep trying. Sorry for the long update, been busy lately and lazy. Oh and I'm not going to update for a while.
I need to work on my Joan of Arc novel. Seriously, it's a big deal to me. If anyone's interested, just send me a PM and I'll get back to you.
So I hope you guys liked this chapter and please review. I am making it officially mandatory for all my readers. It's what gives me life, so please help me out here!
Did I mention that tomorrow is my birthday? I'll be turning 14, whatevs. Slightly young for a future high school freshman, in my opinion.