SURPRISE EVERYONE I'M NOT REALLY DEAD IN CASE YOU GOT THAT IMPRESSION! *Wink*
So...how have you all been? Anybody caught Ebola? Boy, I hope not that would be terrible! I think that this is a sign signalling the impending downfall and extinction of the human race as we know it...seriously that is a likely possibility. Not exactly how I predicted it would go down, though, since I tend to believe that the world will end in a chaotic worldwide zombie infection apocalypse. Walking Dead, huh? I've actually never watched the series before, but I plan on doing so some day.
Hmm, what's that? OHHH so you guys want an explanation for my long as hell absence? Well if you must know, this delay was due to me having to fight a three front war against school work(the teachers are trying REALLY hard to cram in as much assignments as possible before Winter Break), family drama(both the good and bad kind), and simple bad luck for my beloved computer was unfortunately inflicted by a nasty virus that caused the internet to freeze, which was also the very main reason.
Yeah, so that's my life lately in case you were wondering. On the bright side, there's a pretty good chance that I will receive a new, better one for Christmas. Until then, my generous and understanding grandfather is allowing me to use his. During all that time of unbearable inactivity I was anxiously chewing on every single moment, just yearning to get back into the action! So here I go!
Actually no...wait...hold on for a sec...
DISCLAIMER: I own NOTHING except for the plot and potential dialogues.
OK now I will begin! I hope you guys will enjoy this chapter after what seemed like an eternity of waiting! Remember, no pushing!
January 1532
Having earned Anne's consent, Henry wasted no time in informing the entire Court of Catherine of Aragon's impending arrival. Anne's father and uncle, Wiltshire and Norfolk, received the news with mixed feelings of bewilderment, bitterness, and pleasure. They were baffled at how the King could bring himself to invite his discarded ex-wife back to Court. That quickly gave way to inflame their deep malice of their hated Spanish adversary. Yet, they managed to overcome it for they were so confident in the security of their position.
"Her presence will only be a minor set back," Wiltshire dismissively told his brother-in-law. "The King might bestow upon her the title of Duchess of Lancaster now that her precious daughter has agreed to the marriage, but it is us who has the power in our grasp."
"Shhh! Unless you would like to disgrace your entire family by having your body hacked into pieces and your severed head displayed on London Bridge for blasphemous treason, I suggest you watch your tone," the Duke of Norfolk sharply reprimanded. "Have you already forgotten what Anne told us? We are obliged to show the utmost respect toward Catherine, due to her prestigious royal status and whatnot. It's the King's order."
Wiltshire defiantly rolled his eyes with a deep sigh, earning him a cutting glare from the Duke. "Yes I'm aware of that fact, you don't have to remind me."
Though less impulsive than his often sharp-tongued daughter, Wiltshire was nevertheless not too keen on showing kindness to her Spanish rival. That being the King's orders, he had to just deal with having choice in the matter.
Norfolk winced in slight irritation at the Earl's apparent carelessness. "If that's the case, then you should know that this policy also counts for any spoken slander or ill-will directed against Catherine. If I didn't know any better, I would say that it seems as if our King still harbor some traces of affection for his ex-wife," he said thoughtfully while resting his chin upon his entwined hands.
There was a glint of pleasure in his eyes seeing upon seeing Wiltshire's expression contort into one of protesting revulsion.
"Bah! You can't be serious about that!"
"Why not?" Countered Norfolk with a shrug of his hunched shoulders. "True he sought to divorce her and was successful, but it doesn't mean they can't be friends. Still, we must not worry yet, for it will only be a matter of time until your son marries the King's royal bastard, and your daughter anointed as the Queen of England."
Wiltshire nodded pleasantly and with that, the two of them exchanged similarly triumphant grins.
Joan squeezed her eyes shut as a blast of winter wind struck her way. By then, she had found out that wintertime in England was very different from what it's like in France. It was much more brutal and unforgiving, this infamous English weather.
It did not matter, as she still found a peaceful comfort riding outdoors in the cold, which had never bothered her that much. It felt idyllically refreshing to take some time away from the tiring bustle and responsibilities of Court life. Allowing the serenity of nature to fully engulf her, Joan released a sigh of relaxation, and smiled fondly at the frosty shadow of her own breath.
Her ears soon perked up the sound of flapping wings. She immediately looked up to see a large flock of geese flying noisily overhead. It reminded her of just how majestic are God's creatures. Her mother had taught her that lesson as young child, and she took it by heart. Joan had always been particularly compassionate toward animals as she believed they were just equal to humans, in the eyes of God.
Suddenly, she was pulled out of her thoughts by another sound. This time, she looked in front of her and caught sight of an approaching carriage.
"Quick! Get out of the way!" Shouted the driver.
Joan did just that and promptly maneuvered her steed off the path. She then watched as the carriage speedily flew by, causing her hair to toss around her face. She realized instantly that it must be heading for Hampton Court Palace.
Ah, so that must have been the Lady Catherine, Mary's mother! I guess that's enough sightseeing for today, it's time to return to Court!
So with a strong snap of the reigns, Joan prompted her horse into a full gallop, thus starting the race back to the palace.
Meanwhile, back in the palace's royal chapel Mary Tudor fervently prayed before the crucifix of Christ. There were a lot of things on her mind that she needed God's help to ease; she spoke prayers for her decision of marrying George Boleyn, for the safety and well-being of her mother along her journey, in addition to other matters. Her nose would wrinkle once awhile, as the sweetly crisp fragrance of the numerous ceremonial candles found its way into her nostrils.
The humble silence of the empty chapel was abruptly shattered when one of the huge double doors groaned open. The Imperial Ambassador, Eustace Chapuys, then stuck his head inside to search around the room until his eyes finally landed on the kneeling Mary.
He managed to gain her attention by a guttural cough.
Mary ceased to pray and turned her head to look back over her shoulder. "Yes? What is it, Chapuys?"
"It's your mother," began the older Spaniard,"her carriage has been spotted and will arrive at any moment!"
A wide smile formed on Mary's face as she could feel her heart leap for joy at the news. She quickly rose to her feet and walked toward the door where Chapuys stood waiting.
Looking up at the ambassador with glittering eyes, she said, "Well then, what are we standing here for? Let us go and greet her right away!"
Chapuys, chuckling with amusement at her childish excitement, then offered her his arm. She gladly took it and the pair embarked on their way to the grand throne room where the welcoming reception was to be held.
They soon arrived to see the entire royal Court all gathered there for the occasion. None of them have ever expected for Catherine of Aragon to return to Court again. There was constant whispering among the many courtiers, as they stood awaiting the arrival of their former queen. Looking around, Mary then noticed that the king and Anne was nowhere to be found, along with any of her family.
The thought quickly slipped her mind as she focused on her mother coming back to Court. A gleeful smile graced her lips as she stood by Chapuys near the entrance. For a second, she thought she was going to explode from so being filled with so much joy. Her eyes were fixed attentively on the doors, expecting her mother to make an entrance at any moment.
Minutes went by lazily until...
"Her honorable grace, the Duchess of Lancaster!"
Mary's eyes widened excessively as the doors were opened, allowing Catherine to gracefully walk in. That immediately incited some gasps and whispers from the surrounding courtiers.
"Where in the world is the king? I can't believe he is missing this!"
"No doubt he is fooling around somewhere with that Boleyn whore of his!"
"Has anyone seen my llama?"
It was clear that the ex-Queen didn't took her comeback to Court lightly, as she was attired in an exquisitely beautiful red gown adorned with inlaid golden patterns, and fur trimmings along the sleeves. Her accessories consisted of only subtle jewelry and a lightly decorated hood, which covered her head. In the naked eye, she was a true vision of regal elegance and charm from head to toe; once again was she the center of attention.
Catherine paused before the multitude and her acute eyes scanned across the scene. She found that nothing much has changed in her absence. Satisfied, she then calmly proceeded to stroll further into the room, with her head held high. Her loyal attendee, Maria de Salinas, followed closely behind her mistress. Maria was inwardly delighted to see how her mistress still managed to captivate the Court. Catherine too, sensed awe among them; she didn't care much for what people were saying as she went past them without giving them anything but a sideline glare.
Reaching the middle of the room, her formally grave expression softened into a smile upon catching sight of the one person she desired to see that night.
"Mary!"
"Mother!" Squealed a highly elated Mary, who rushed from Chapuy's side to greet her mother.
It wasn't belong before the two of them formed an amatory embrace, with Catherine gently stroking Mary's hair. A collective sigh rose from the mass of courtiers, for even then they still recognized the enduring love between a mother and her daughter. The Spanish Ambassador stood idly by for his part, smiling contentedly at their touching reunion.
"Oh, mother, you have no idea how much I yearned to see you once again," spoke Mary her voice cracking from the sudden influx of emotion. "I missed you so much!"
"Si, my darling, I agree that it has been far too long," Catherine replied softly. "I was very heartbroken being separated from you and not a single day went by without me praying to our Lord on your behalf." She then pulled away in order to examine Mary's features more closely. "Do my eyes deceive me? Look how much you have grown! Indeed, Chapuys' words rang true, as you have matured blissfully into a beautiful, fair young princ-er, lady."
Mary couldn't help but blush a little at the glowing compliment. "Thank you, dear mother, I'm glad that you are pleased. Have you been well?"
Catherine's smile faded as she responded,"Sadly, no, for I've been quite lonely during my time of isolation at Kimbolten Castle. However-"
Her smile soon reappeared as she reached out to lovingly cup Mary's cheek with her hand. "Now that I'm here with you, I feel incredibly blessed."
Mary wanted to cry, but couldn't bring herself to it while in front of so many peering eyes. Her heart was deeply moved and she was left speechless. The moment was better than anything she ever dream it would be, and she savored it graciously. Chapuys, unwilling to be left out, finally spoke up after watching from the sidelines.
"Oh, Chapuys!" Exclaimed Catherine as she reverted her gaze to the Spaniard. "My apologies, I didn't mean to forget about you."
The Imperial Ambassador bent in a courteous bow, and said, "No hard feelings, your Grace, as it warms my heart to see the two of you happily together again." As customary, he then took her hand a brought it to his lips. "I'm glad that my strenuous efforts have finally paid off."
When Chapuys returned his body to it's original upright position, Mary noticed that he was still holding on to her mother's hand. She found his behavior to be very odd at that moment. The way they stood there not breaking eye contact indicated her that something was amiss, but she couldn't figure out what it was.
"Hmm? Where is Henry, I don't see him anywhere," asked Catherine as she searched around to no avail. She then looked toward Mary and Chapuys for an answer.
Mary shyly bit her lip while Chapuys' jaw suddenly stiffened. Neither of them had a clue about the king's whereabouts, and didn't know exactly what to tell her. As soon as she built up the courage, Mary opened her mouth to speak, but was abruptly cut off by the blaring of trumpets.
The herald announced in a powerful voice, "Presenting His Majesty, King Henry of England...and Anne Boleyn!"
The glamorous pair appeared on cue, both wearing joyous smiles, though Anne's was obviously forced. Behind them came Anne's family with George being one among them. Regardless of him being in good cheer, he was actually very fearful of meeting Catherine. Now that he had Mary's love, he set his priority on earning Catherine's initial approval, which he realized will be a tremendously difficult feat. Leading in the front, Henry was combating with his own concerns. He had doubts about the validity of his decision of bringing Catherine back to Court, in spite of Anne's promise not start a fight. Knowing Anne, he already knew that it was very likely for something negative to occur. Most men, especially other monarchs, would probably consider him very brave-and very foolish-in this context. Stealing a discreet glance at his fiance, Henry silently prayed for everything to go well.
Mary and the Spanish Ambassador hastily moved away as the King and Anne came close. That left Catherine, who immediately acquired a dignified bearing, standing alone. Taking a deep breathe, she prepared herself to face the woman who has replaced her.
"Your Majesty," addressed Catherine while executing a flawless curtsy.
Out of basic decency, Anne quietly did the same. As their eyes locked, one could have sworn that the air somehow grew heavy with suspense and mutual hostility. Henry, Mary, and Chapuys looked upon the scene with worry distinctly etched upon their faces, breathlessly anticipating a full-blown conflict to break out. Some agonizing seconds went by and nothing happened, much to their relief.
"Hello, Your Majesty?"
Catherine's smooth voice broke Henry's revelry, causing him to shake his head in order to recovering reality. "Ah, sorry about that...welcome back to Court, Catherine. W-We are,um, all very glad for your presence and how you were able to rejoin us so quickly. Tell me, Your Highness, how was your journey?" He sincerely hoped that the faltering of his tone wouldn't be noticed.
Even if she did noticed, Catherine wasn't going to betray anything.
"It was honestly uneventful, and thank you for asking," replied Catherine in a mild tone. "I must tell you how extremely grateful I am to be invited as a guest to our daughter's wedding. Your Majesty's act of generosity shall never be forgotten so long as I live."
Henry's smile grew at her words and he nodded in gratitude.
"Why, I'm most pleased to hear that...it was the least I could for you and Mary, knowing how much it means to you to see our daughter get married." He glanced at Mary for a moment before asking Catherine, "If you do don't mind me asking, Your Grace, how long will you be staying with us at Court?"
Anne, who until then have been paying little attention to the formal exchange, suddenly perked up with a sense of inquiry.
After taking a moment to think over the question, Catherine then replied, "I'm afraid I won't be able to stay here long, perhaps a few days or so."
"How come?"
"I feel as if I'm longer fit to keep up with life at Court,"was her sincere response. "It is my wish to retire into the countryside and live in peace there. I do hope that you understand."
Henry's cheerful demeanor became slightly somber at her words. "Oh...well if that's how you want it, I suppose that I can give you a fine castle in the countryside to reside in. How does that sound?"
"That is very kind, Your Majesty, thank you."
"Won't you travel to Spain, Your Grace?" Asked Anne with a lulling curiosity. "You must miss your homeland greatly."
Catherine kept a straight face as she turned to Anne and politely said, "Yes, I do miss my sweet Spain...but while I do desire to see it once again, I'm afraid that traveling such a distance at my age would be rather arduous. Besides, my daughter is here, and I couldn't bear to part with her." She then caught a glimpse of Anne's bloated stomach, which was slightly protruding from under her dress. "Anyhow, Lady Anne, I must give my congratulations on your apparent betrothal to His Majesty. I shall pray that your marriage will be blessed with many healthy princes for England."
A terribly bitter taste overcame Anne's mouth when Catherine mentioned 'princes'. Her father and uncle have been pressuring her to produce a son to no end, and it was driving her crazy. She had always been so confident of her ability to bear the king a son that he craved. However, now that Catherine have brought it up, Anne suddenly felt uncomfortable in her own skin. She was immediately reminded that not having sons was the reason the king abandoned Catherine in the first place. A bit of doubt crept into her mind, nagging at her relentlessly. Anne knew that if she ended up failing in this duty, she will be at a bigger disadvantage than Catherine. Unlike her, Anne didn't possess a single drop of royal blood in her body, nor did she had any powerful relatives abroad.
The thought of that was enough to scare her to death!
"Thank you, Your Grace," replied Anne who desperately attempted to mask her insecurity with a false smile. "Before you know it, we will have plenty of sons to fill the royal nursery. One will be the Prince of Wales, another will devote his life to the Church of England as a man of God, and many more to become fine soldiers and scholars! Of course, there will be daughters as well. They will be beautiful, clever girls, making them perfect matches for princes and kings all over Christendom! Doesn't the sound like the most wonderful thing ever? Yes, that is indeed, what it will be like!"
Anne was so caught up in her delirious rantings, that she failed to notice the frightened baffled looks she received from the others.
"Um...I think it's about time that you meet your future son-in-law," suggested Henry quickly changing the subject.
"Yes, I think so too," said Catherine with enthusiasm, seemingly unfazed by Anne's words. "I've been looking forward to it all night."
"Excellent. George, come out and present yourself now!" Ordered Henry before adding, "I can assure you that Mary already approves of him."
Henry and Anne stepped aside for George to come through. George then reverently bowed to his future mother-in-law, who's judgmental gaze he tried to avoid.
"Your Highness," greeted George with strained confidence in his voice. He really wanted to make a good impression. "It's a great honor to finally meet you. I believe that it wasn't easy at all for you to hand your daughter over to...well, someone like me, who is a Boleyn. A sacrifice of that degree is simply admirable. Princess Mary is lovely girl, for all I know, and I sincerely promise you that I will take good care of her. Hopefully, you can come to see me a worthy husband for her, even though I'm not a prince."
Mary blushed at the way he talked about her in front Catherine, while Chapuys looked toward him with some sort of esteemed regard. The Earl of Wiltshire and Duke of Norfolk, however, had to carefully restrain themselves from an ugly scowl.
"Just keep it simple, you dunce," muttered an irritated Norfolk.
Catherine found herself caught off-guard by George's surprisingly heartfelt speech. When she looked into his blue eyes, all she saw was honesty and benevolence; traits that his sister clearly lacked.
This is unbelievable...George Boleyn truly does love my Mary. I can tell from his shapely, athletic physicality and handsome looks, that Mary will soon be falling for him, too. Could this really be the beginning of a love-based marriage for my royal daughter?
In the end, Catherine had to trust George's words. "Thank you, Viscount Rochford, I am overjoyed to know that you feel this way. You are one lucky man to be marrying a girl of great breeding such as my Mary, and I do believe that you'll make her very happy. Although, I must warn you beforehand...if you ever dare to hurt or abuse my daughter in any way, there will be dire consequences." Catherine added that last part as an ominous precaution.
It had the exact affect that she wanted, as George's eyes seemed to enlarge with alarm.
"Hehehe, that won't be necessary, Your Highness," chuckled George half-halfheartedly, feeling his face growing hotter by the second. "Why, I would never dream of hurting Mary."
Catherine gave him a satisfied nod and smiled proudly to herself. Feeling that she had tortured the poor lad for long enough, Catherine soon returned her attention back to Henry.
"Your Majesty, perhaps it is the time for supper? It was an exhausting journey to get here, and I'm in need of some food to replenish my health."
"Of course, we'll head to the dining hall immediately," said Henry in agreement. "Come."
Shockingly, the king abruptly pulled his arm away from Anne's hold, before offering it to Catherine instead. The ex-Queen hesitated momentarily, but graciously took his offer anyway. The courtiers found it to be quite a surreal spectacle as they watched the two walk toward the dining hall. That left Anne standing by herself, completely dazed at what just happened.
"Sister, shall we?" Asked George who came to stand by her side.
Blinking, Anne gradually recovered from her astonishment. "It would be my pleasure, brother," she said with a smile while gratefully taking George's arm.
Mary, Chapuys, and the others soon followed suite.
As soon as they were out of view from the courtiers, George leaned over and spoke into Anne's ear. "What you did out there was most inappropriate Anne! I can't believe you had the audacity to outright boast about your fertility in front Catherine-you're lucky the king didn't execute you on the spot!"
"Well, it's true!" Retorted Anne, who glared scornfully at how Henry was walking with Catherine. "God, I just want to snap the neck of that Spanish cow!"
George frowned sternly and said, "You really need to work on how to be subtle in your hatred, Anne. Also, I don't think that snapping Catherine's neck will be worth it once the king throws you into the Tower to slowly rot in obscurity. Death by execution would be too good for you."
"You know what, you're absolutely right George," replied Anne in compliance which surprised George. "Being pregnant sure isn't easy with these random bouts of mood swings. I'll try harder to keep my temper under control, for the sake of my baby."
"G-Good for you, Anne."
"Now let's talk about the Lady Mary," Anne brought up out of nowhere.
George seemed perplexed and asked, "Mary? What about her?"
He felt uneasy seeing an impish sparkle in Anne's dark eyes. "Well, dear brother, I honestly feel quite sympathetic toward you for having to marry such a dull and incompetent little girl. Why, with Mary, it's exactly like marrying a nun! I thought that you will want to um...branch out to find greater adventure, if you know what I mean. So as a favor, I am willing to take Mary off your hands by recruiting her to be one of my ladies-in-waiting. Could you imagine it, me being served by a royal princess?"
"Absolutely not!" George's voice rose with a burst of anger in a way he'd never done before, especially toward Anne. "If you think that I would agree to that foolhardy scheme of yours, then you are sorely mistaken! For your information, Anne, Mary is to be given back her title of Princess right after we are married. So you can forget about making her your lady-in-waiting! Besides, I actually want to try and get to know Mary better. You should too, if you know what's good for you."
He actually took pleasure in seeing the look of devastation on Anne's face. "What is wrong with you, George?! I don't care if Mary is a bloody princess, I will make her my lady-in-waiting somehow! Why do you even care, anyway?" George's tense silence was all the answer she needed. "My God, George...don't you dare tell me that you have feelings for that spoiled brat!"
"It's just complicated," said George with an exasperated sight.
"You're complicated, George!" Anne shot back, feeling as if her brother had betrayed her. Never in a million years could she saw that coming. "You are supposed to be my brother, but it's like I don't even know you anymore!"
"Whatever happened to you keeping your temper under control?" Sneered George who's patience have all but ran out. "Right now you are making it impossible for me to support you as your brother, with how badly you've been behaving and that goddamn awful attitude of yours! You are not the sister I once knew, Anne, for the power has darkened your heart and corrupted your soul! I, on the other hand, have finally found somebody who I am prepared to love and care for the rest of my life. I will not just stand idly by and allow you to go on with abusing and threatening Mary, who is completely undeserving of your petty spite! Therefore, right after we are married I shall take her down to our private countryside estate, in order to keep you from attempting to rip out her throat! For once in my life, my eyes are wide open so for future reference, leave me out of any treasonous schemes that father and uncle might concoct."
Anne was greatly appalled by what her brother had become. In truth, his heated words impaled into her heart and caused her great pain. However, her pride was too strong for her to visibly express how hurt she was inside.
With a brave face on, Anne pushed her sorrows aside and came back with,"What about our family then? You know how father and uncle Norfolk will react if they knew what you are up to."
By that time, most of George's anger had already abated as he indifferently replied,"Well then, I guess that is not my problem anymore, for I no longer care for what they think. By God, I would rather be the son of a poor knight than to be part of this family of wretched, power-hungry plotters."
George found his last statement to be a bit harsh, as he really didn't mean it. Deep within his heart, he still managed to love his family...except for the fact that they are all wretched, power-hungry plotters.
While everyone else was attending the feast, Joan quietly slipped out into the palace courtyard. She carried a bundle of top-secret papers, which was hidden within her cloak. The reason for her escapade was that she had made plans to meet with a special messenger that night. Seeing that her cohort has not yet arrived, she then decided to sit on a bench and wait.
A flat-sounding groan emitted from her stomach, which was begging to be fed.
Her salvation was soon granted, as a familiar flame-headed courier rode in through the gates, apparently waving to her. The rider jerked the reins, thus bringing the speeding horse to a steady halt. Joan stood up and approached the rider with caution.
"Finally you came, Scathach!" Exclaimed Joan with slight vexation."The feast has just begun and I'm starving out here!"
The other girl, Scathach, only shook her head and grinned. "Well, I'm sorry if I kept you waiting, but it's not easy having to constantly run back and forth on your call. So what is it that you need me to do this time?"
Joan proceeded to warily look around to ensure that nobody was nearby to see them. Content in the fact that they were alone, she then took out the bundle of papers, and gently placed it into Scathach's unprepared hands.
"Um, Joan...what is all this?" Asked Scatty who examined it with curiosity.
"I'm glad you ask," replied Joan as she began her explanation."This, my friend, is a compilation of all the reports that I have written over the course of my stay here in England. Now, I need you to take them back to Rome and into the hands of His Holiness." In a sudden spell of whimsy she added, "That is...if you're up for that challenge, of course."
The red-head quickly caught on with her friend's teasing, and made an expression of false outrage. "Ha! You know very well that I am more than capable of handling this task," she quipped while defiantly straightening her posture.
The two women cracked into a chronic fit of laughter that lasted for quite a while. After she had recovered, Scathach carefully tucked the papers away inside a leather bag that hung from her belt.
She then turned back to Joan with a calm composure and asked, "Joan, I wonder...how much longer are you going to stay here? When will this mission of yours end?"
"I um, haven't really thought about that," replied Joan seriously, her thin brows meeting in a state of pondering. "From what I can see, I say that this mission will take years to accomplish."
"What! How? I thought you only had to write down critical reports about King Henry and his Court."
Joan raised her hand as a warning for Scathach to lower her voice. "I know, I know, but something happened that caused the plan to change. At first, everything was going along smoothly...until I met the king's daughter, Mary. We sort of became acquaintances." She paused to make sure that she was getting through to Scathach.
"Well? Go on, then."
"So, yes, I managed to befriend the princess. Knowing that she is devoutly Catholic, I figured that I can stay and help her become Queen of England. When that happens, England will be restored back to Catholicism, just as the Pope wants. However, I do plan on proposing religious freedom in the future."
As Joan spoke, Scathach slowly nodded her head in understanding. "Ah, so you're going to meddle! That is so unlike you, Joan."
There was an enthusiastic sparkle in Joan's eyes when she said, "I have made a sacred promise to Princess Mary, and I'm determined to keep it. It won't be easy, of course, but I'll find a way to succeed somehow." She then felt a thought occur to her and asked, "By the way, how is Thomas Moore?"
"Oh, him? Don't worry, I escorted him to Rome safe and sound,"responded the red-head as she reminisced her time with the staunch humanist. "He must be having a nice little chat with the Pope over supper right now, as we speak!"
Joan was delighted to hear that, and gently touched her friend's hand in a grateful gesture. "You know, I never doubted you with that. I feel really secure trusting that you'll come for me no matter what."
"Like I always say, that's what's best friends are for." Scathach's green eyes glowed warmly with sadness when she said, "It's time for me to get going now...good luck with your plans, Joan. Until next time, dear friend!"
"Until next time,"Joan murmured as she moved away, giving Scathach room to maneuver.
Without a second to spare, the flame-haired warrior snapped the reins and launched her steed into a sprinting gallop. As she rode away in departure, Scathach took a moment to look back and saluted her friend in a silent farewell. Joan happily returned it with one of her own, and continued to stand there watching her friend disappear into the darkness of the night. A bemused smile lingered on her lips even when she finally began heading back into the palace.
Once again, she received another urgent complaint from her restless stomach.
By God, I hope there's still some fruit pie left!
Two hours later after the feast, Catherine of Aragon sat in the chambers provided for her, while the Imperial Ambassador steadily paced across the floor deep in thought. The Duchess of Lancaster casually drank her mead as she waited for a response from the Spaniard.
"Well, if you want my opinion,"said Chapuys after a period of silence,"I don't think that keeping a secret like this from Mary is such a wise choice, Catherine."
Catherine, being quite weary, briefly closed her eyes. "I don't either, but...I'm afraid of how she'll react when we tell her, how it will affect her."
Seating himself next to Catherine, Chapuys tried to reason with her by saying, "Your fears are highly understandable, my lady, but honestly...how long do you suppose we'll be able to conceal this from her? I feel that it's best to tell her sooner than later, and I can guarantee you that we'll sort out any issues that arises."
Although his words helped to ease some of her worries, Catherine still remained relatively hesitant. An exasperated Chapuys took hold of her hand and squeezed it reassuringly.
"Please listen to me, Catherine...it will do us all some good if we reveal the truth to Mary. There will be unpleasant consequences if we don't."
"Oh? What do you mean by that?" Inquired Catherine with an apprehensive interest.
The ambassador grimly replied, "I mean that it can potentially damage the relationship between you and your daughter. For as her mother, Mary expects you to always be honest with her. Secrets will only do more harm the longer we keep them hidden. Catherine, think about it...would you rather wait until that last moment when you're lying on you deathbed to tell Mary, only to have her live on hating you for it?"
A cold fear brusquely afflicted Catherine's heart, leaving her with no choice but to concede his advice.
"That's quite enough, Chapuys, you have convinced me. However, I prefer that we wait until after the wedding to tell Mary, for I think she already have enough on her hands. So for now, we'll just it keep to ourselves."
"Excellent decision, my lady," praised Chapuys in a supportive tone. "I promise that you will not regret it. After all, I do have your best interests at heart. Always."
The Duchess was genuinely touched by the ambassador's thoughtfulness and unwavering loyalty to her. Nothing else was said afterward, as they both simply took joy each other's company while wearing warm smiles.
A knocking on the door obstructed the tranquil serenity of their meeting, causing Chapuys to instantly retract his hands. He then stood up and walked toward the door.
"Ah, Princess Mary!" greeted Chapuys after opening the door, "Here to see your mother, aren't you?"
"Yes, indeed I am," answered Mary as she looked passed the ambassador and more at her mother. "But um...it seems like you two are busy? I hope I'm not intruding on something important."
Chapuys calmly reassured her saying,"Oh no, Princess, you did nothing of the sort. I was just here to keep your dear mother company, that's all. If anything, I'm the intruder here. I was about to leave anyway, so you two can have the whole night to yourselves."
With a sweeping motion of his arm, he ushered Mary into the room. Before he took his leave, he reminded her,"Remember not to stay up too late, Princess. We wouldn't want you falling asleep half-way down the aisle tomorrow."
Mary and Catherine laughed lightly at his sudden expression of humor. The whimsical nature of his banter wasn't lost on Chapuys, either, who took to laughing himself.
"Alright now... I...I think that should suffice for tonight,"said Chapuys between gruff breaths. "Lady Catherine and Princess Mary, may you have a pleasant evening tonight. I'll see you both in the morning tomorrow." He leaned forward in a stately bow.
"Good night, Chapuys...God bless you,"spoke Mary as he returned to being upright. The Spaniard gave her an adieu smile before leaving the room and closing the door behind him.
Mary then turned to her mother with excitement gleaming brightly in her eyes. "Hello, mother, do you enjoy being back in Court?"
"Yes, I actually find it to be quite pleasurable." Catherine noticed that Mary was holding something behind her back. "Hmm, mind telling me what you have there, Mary?"
"Oh, you mean this? It's my wedding dress for tomorrow...I want to know what you think of it."
She held out her dress so that Catherine could see it. The gown was marvelously beautiful, with its pure white silken material and elegant silhouette. An intricate pattern of gold and red Tudor roses graced the upper portion, while the skirt had hundreds of pearls sewn into it. Looking at it from all angles, there was no doubt it was a gown fit for a princess with the ability to make every other bride tremble with envy.
Catherine was utterly speechless for a moment as she marveled upon the seemingly sublime perfection of the gown. "Oh, Mary...this is by far the most beautiful wedding gown I've ever seen! Such charm, such artistry, it will look absolutely gorgeous on you."
"Do you really like it, mother?"
"Yes, my daughter, I like it very much," replied Catherine softly as she brushed her fingers along the soft material. "I am so thankful to be here and witness your marriage ceremony tomorrow, like every mother should. I used to think that was impossible due to our circumstances at the time."
"I, too, feel happier now that we are together again," responded Mary with resurfacing emotions. "I wouldn't wish for anything else."
Putting the dress aside, she reached out to embrace Catherine, who willingly did likewise. They remained in that position for some time, silently savoring their quality time that is long over-due. Eventually, Catherine pulled away first and gazed tenderly at Mary as she held her at arm's length. In light of physical features, Catherine's Spanish genes mostly dominated over Henry's for anyone could see that Mary resembles her mother. Also, her hair is a light auburn which is a common trait among Catherine's family. The only feature that linked Mary to Henry were those crystal blue eyes of hers.
"Ah, I almost forgot!" Exclaimed Catherine, who went over to a large wooden chest. "I have a wedding gift for you in here somewhere. Now let me just find it..."
Her heart fluttering in anticipation, Mary sat down on a chair and waited with her hands sweetly clasped in front of her. Catherine proceeded to rummage through the chest until she have found what she was searching for.
"Here, Mary, take it. I have been saving this to give you on your wedding night," said Catherine as she handed Mary a velvet box.
She took immense pleasure in seeing her daughter's face light up with curious glow, as she examined the box. With her hand slightly hovering over the box, Mary shot her mother a questioning look.
"Go ahead, darling, you can open it," encouraged Catherine eagerly wanting Mary to open the box. "There is something very special inside there and we won't know unless we open it, won't we? Don't be afraid now."
So with her mother's consent, Mary went ahead with lifting up the lid to reveal the treasure within. What she saw left her completely breathless.
"Oh, this so beautiful, mother!" Gasped Mary in astonishment while holding up a magnificent golden tiara studded with jewels. A grand Tudor rose made of bright rubies and diamonds served as the centerpiece, flanked by a series of small red pomegranates on both sides. "Are you certain that you want to give this to me? It must have been worth a fortune to make!"
Catherine corrected her by saying," This tiara didn't cost me anything, for it was a farewell gift from my mother before I left Spain all those years ago. It was meant to help me remember my duty as both a Queen of England and loyal Infanta of Spain. I actually wore it when I married Arthur, and again when I wedded your father. So now, my dear Mary, I am passing it on to you so that you may wear it at your own wedding tomorrow."
She then took the tiara and placed it delicately upon Mary's head. Catherine's heart swelled with immense pride for her daughter.
"Splendid...simply splendid! The tiara and the dress will work perfectly well together, don't you think?"
"Thank you, mother, for this wonderful gift," said Mary with utmost appreciation. "For me, its value lies not in its jewels, but in the fact that it came from your heart."
Her mother smiled kindly and replied, "There is no need to thank me, for your happiness is all that I care for. I simply want to help make your wedding day as special as possible. May the tiara bless your matrimony with good fortune, Mary. Perhaps in the future, if God is willing, your daughter will wear it at her wedding."
Mary tried to speak, but felt her voice threatening to crack if she did so. She smiled tightly instead.
Under her mother's attentive gaze, Mary then began to put the tiara back into its box. Catherine noticed a sudden change in Mary's demeanor as she did so, and cocked her head to the side in puzzlement. She could tell that Mary's eyes reflected some kind of dread when they landed back on her.
Reaching out to touch her shoulder, Catherine asked with concern, "Mary? What's wrong, dear?
"Nothing, mother, really it's nothing," Mary objected quite ineffectively.
"Don't you bother in trying to hide it from me, Mary," said the Duchess firmly, "It's obvious that something is bothering you. As your mother, I want you to tell me...please?"
Defeated, Mary had to spill the beans, "Fine. I'm just worried...worried about whether what I'm doing is the right choice. My mind can't seem to find peace in my decision to marry George Boleyn. What if I'm wrong, mother? Perhaps this is all a big mistake, because I acted too prematurely before properly evaluating the consequences. As I can recall, you used to give me the best advice when I was younger. I wonder if you still retain that ability."
Naturally, it took only mere seconds for Catherine's maternal wisdom to kick in.
"Mary, you must try expel your doubts,"advised Catherine,"For all they do is restrain you from your destiny."
"But I really can't help it," said Mary in a slightly defensive tone.
"I understand completely, darling, but you must not your doubts get the better of you. In all honesty I, too, had doubts myself when I relented to stop fighting for your rights. It was the most severe decision I ever had to make, and it left me torn for a long time. Yet over time, I was able to overcome my doubts knowing that it was the correct choice, after all. If it wasn't then I wouldn't even be talking to you right now. You see, Mary, we both have made great sacrifices that in due time, will lead to rich rewards."
Catherine's words gave Mary, who nodded happily, a fresh sense of hope. She was reminded of how grievously she missed having her mother around to soothe away her troubles.
"You are by far the most astute adviser I could ever have," praised Mary as she patted her mother's hand.
Catherine beamed with delight and asked expectantly, "Is there anything else that you would like to talk about?"
"Well...I really do want to know your opinion on George Boleyn."
"Oh?" Catherine was not surprised, but rather intrigued. "For what reason do you need to know?"
Mary couldn't keep herself from forming a sheepish smile. "Is it too strange for a bride to ask for her mother's initial opinion of her future husband?"
With an expression of reflection, Catherine then answered, "Well, I have to admit that he was not at all what I was expecting. I realized quickly that I have mistakenly presumed him to be like the rest of his family: greedy and dishonest. If anything, it was the the complete opposite that I saw in him. He seemed so sincere that I could hardly believe Boleyn blood runs in his veins!"
"Then perhaps it is safe for me to tell you that...I might harbor certain feelings for him?"
"Oh, sweetheart, I have already figured that out for myself," said Catherine with a gently insightful smile.
Mary's mouth gaped open slightly in an utterly stupefied state. A deep blush washed over her as she asked,"H-How did you, know?" Oh Lord, am I really that transparent?
The Duchess chuckled softly when she spoke, "I perceive that you haven't lost your childhood habit of blushing intensely whenever you are embarrassed. It was actually very easy to detect, Mary, for when someone is truly in love it radiates outward from their being like brilliant sunbeams."
"So it does, indeed." Mary then frowned dubiously. "Although, I have heard some particular rumors about George. Apparently, he likes to spend his time carousing with tavern wenches, and attending brothels. I don't want to believe them, but it really bothers me."
Catherine's calm countenance hardened considerably upon hearing that. "Then we must take them for what they are, simply rumors, and nothing more. Besides, I saw the way he looked at you tonight...yes, he would steal 'secret' glances at you whenever he thought I wouldn't notice. It was exactly the same way your father used to look toward me, filled with so much love and devotion. I can tell that he has feelings for you just as strongly. After you two are finally wed, no other woman could ever take your place. George knows better than to have affairs when he is married to a fair princess such as yourself. However, if he does turn out to be stupid enough to do that, then you must make sure the divorce terms works in your favor. I, of course, shall see to that."
She saw Mary flinch with fear at the word 'divorce'. At that instant Catherine began to recall memories of her own annulment, in all of its horrid and awful details. Royal annulments were ugly businesses, and Catherine did not want for her daughter to have to go through the same shame and pain.
"But that will be most unlikely to happen,"assured Catherine with an empathetic smile.
Mary was unresponsive as she became somewhat enraptured by her many thoughts. Silence reigned over the room, so much that you could hear a pin drop. Catherine coolly took a sip of her ale , and focused her gaze on the crackling fire beside them.
After a period of intensive contemplating, Mary then asked softly, "Mother, if I marry George Boleyn...will I still become a queen as you always told me?"
Catherine only sighed and comfortingly took hold of her daughter's hands. "Oh, Mary, my sweet, beautiful, clever daughter...as much as I want to say 'yes', I'm afraid that I cannot provide you with a certain answer. For the world is always changing and shifting, especially when it comes to politics. Nothing remains definite for long. However, what will always stay the same is the royal blood flowing in your veins, because that is what makes you who you are. Nobody in the world can ever take that away from you. Yes, there will be vile people who will try to break your spirit, but you must not let them. The chances that you will reach the throne seems to be a bit incomprehensible. At this moment, the best advice that I can give you is to always follow the guidance of your heart's intuition, and never lose sight of who you are."
So with that lesson firmly embedded into her mind, Mary was able to sleep blissfully that night.
(A/N: Oh yeah it's wedding time! Get your matrimony on! Whoo!)
The wedding day's arrival the next day stirred up much excitement and joy within the palace. Even the golden sun appeared to be aware of happy occasion, by how brightly it shone in the sky. Its brilliant rays banished away all the drear of winter and brought warmth to the air. Little birds flew around the palace singing their wonderful songs of revelry.
Indeed, everything bore the signs of a fantastic day ahead, that's yet to be unfold.
All last-minute preparations were hastily slapped together the night before in order to get the chapel ready for the ceremony. The guest list was rather modest, considering it only consisted of the Boleyn-Howard clan, a few trusted and high-ranking families, the ever-present Thomas Cromwell, the King and Catherine, Duchess of Lancaster. Jean du Lys and Eustace Chapuys were also formally required to attend along with all the other foreign ambassadors. They were to witness the wedding ceremony, in order to later inform their respective masters that King Henry's eldest daughter is officially off the market.
Due to Cromwell's influence, the ceremony was to be done in the Protestant way, with Archbishop Cranmer of Canterbury performing the rites.
It was carefully arranged for Catherine's entourage and Anne's family to have seats on opposite sides of the chapel. In spite of it supposedly being a peaceful gathering to celebrate the marriage of two young people, their mere presence nevertheless canceled out each other's happiness. King Henry grew worried upon seeing them glaring daggers at each other.
Oh merciful Lord, please let everything be fine and safe. Everything is going to be fine and safe...
"Doesn't dear George look so handsome today?" Anne asked Henry sweetly.
"Yes, I suppose he does...perhaps a little too handsome," replied Henry lightheartedly as he glanced toward George, who was standing by the altar.
George was dressed in his finest white and blue livery, tight black boots on his feet. A silken sash tied everything together, with a silver falcon-shaped pendant proudly displayed on his doublet. The way that he shuffled his feet and lick his lips made him look like an anxious prince awaiting the arrival of his royal bride. Indeed, he didn't even tried to hide the fact that he was standing on pins and needles with anticipation. In his heart George felt tremendously happy, yet the unusual wetness of his hands also indicated a level of nervousness. There was no doubt that he was suffering from Jittery-Groom-Syndrome.
George instinctively held in his breath as the royal trumpeters musically announced the princess's arrival. As soon as he caught sight of Mary, all of his breath left his body. He was completely awestruck by how exquisitely beautiful Mary looked in her flowing gown, and hair crowned by a splendid tiara. She glowed like a living angel in his eyes, a dream that was simply too good to be true.
A thousand butterflies fluttered within her stomach as Mary steadily made her way down the aisle. Today she is to be the blushing bride and George her gallant groom. She flashed a smile of pure joy for all to see while still gazing ahead. Mary glanced at her mother, the Duchess, whose eyes were rapidly filling up with tears. Both Chapuys and Joan smiled encouragingly when she went by, while her father, the King, waved proudly to her. Not even Anne's sour expression of contempt could ruin her happiness on that day.
She was greeted by a warm smile from George upon reaching the altar, which she willingly returned. He might not be a prince as she was promised, but she still loved him just as much. The tender light that shone from his eyes told her that he also feels the same way.
A solemn hush fell upon the chapel as Archbishop Cranmer began speaking the vows.
"I, George Boleyn, 1st Marquess of Ormond and Duke of Rochford, take thee, Princess Mary Tudor of England," announced George with enthusiasm. "To be my lawfully wedded Wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better and for worse, for richer and for poorer, in sickness, and in health...to love and to cherish, till death do us apart, according to God's holy ordinance; and thereto I plight thee my troth."
I, Princess Mary Tudor of England, take thee, George Boleyn, 1st Marquess of Ormond and Duke of Rochford," said Mary for all to hear. " To be my lawfully wedded Husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better and for worse, for richer and for poorer, in sickness, and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us apart, according to God's holy ordinance; and thereto I give thee my troth."
George could barely contain himself any longer as he lean forward to seal their marriage with a kiss. It was like magic beyond all comprehension like they have never felt before. Cheers and applause erupted from the multitude of guests; there was not a dry eye in that place, unless you count Anne who couldn't even be bothered to clap for her own brother.
George still had his arms wound around Mary's waist even when they pulled apart. She was his most precious treasure, and he vowed to himself that he will never let anything hurt her. As she gazed dreamily into his genuine blue eyes, Mary felt all the pain of the past slipped away from her, thus tremendously unburdening her heart.
The joke was on George's father and uncle, for George and Mary have found themselves ushered into a love match.
The party was soon taken outside afterwards, where King Henry surprisingly announced that he bestowed upon Mary, the honorable title of 'Her Highness, the Princess Royal'. Anne was definitely displeased by that to say the least, for in reality, she appeared as if she was going to stab someone...preferably Mary or Catherine.
So the celebrations were able to commence right there outside of the palace, which lasted well into the night. There was plenty of wine to go around, and everyone wore joyful smiles on their faces. The music floated harmoniously through the air as pairs of courtiers merrily danced along with it.
Mary and George took great delight in dancing together for the first time as husbands and wife. The couple was so entranced in each other.
As they did, Jean du Lys had managed to strike up a conversation with the famous Catherine of Aragon. Needless to say, he was rather surprised when she mentioned that Mary have told her of him.
"You've sparred against George Boleyn and won?" Catherine sounded genuinely impressed. "Well, you must very proud of yourself for that, Monsieur. George seems like a nice young man, though, and is nothing like his sister from what I observed."
"Yes, I'm fully aware of that," remarked Joan who was looking to where George and Mary were dancing. "Look at them, their love is making a mockery out of Wiltshire's and Norfolk's intention of trapping Mary under their tyrannical control."
A triumphant smile graced the Duchess's lips as she said, "It's truly the most beautiful sight I've seen in years. Mary asked me whether I think her marriage to George Boleyn will affect her chances of ascending the throne. I believe that's where you come in, correct?"
"His Holiness is anxiously looking for a way to reconcile England back to Rome," stated Joan. "By placing a Catholic queen, your daughter, on the throne that can very well be accomplished. The Pope never assigned me this task, but my intentions are purely for the cause of our true faith."
"Nothing would make me happier to see my daughter crowned as a queen, as she was destined to be. Although, from the look of things, it has occurred to me that maybe-" Catherine felt someone tapping her shoulder, and immediately turned around to face a grinning Chapuys. "Oh, good evening, Ambassador Chapuys."
The Spaniard performed a courtly bow before them. "A very jolly evening to you, Your Highness...and Ambassador Du Lys. Your Highness, it would be grand honor if you can join me for a friendly walk?"
"Why, Chapuys, that sounds like a lovely idea." She then turned back to the French ambassador. "It has been such a delightful pleasure to make your acquaintance, Monsieur."
"Ah, the pleasure was all mine, Your Highness,"insisted Joan as she bowed lowly.
With one last smile of gratitude, the Duchess then accepted Chapuy's waiting arm, and the pair went on their way. Joan continued to watch with a lingering smile as the mirthful rejoicings played out before her. Suddenly, her nose crinkled tightly upon detecting a strangely foul odor. She felt the presence of some kind of malicious force, which caused her hair to stand up on end.
"You're a Catholic, aren't you?"
Joan stiffened and turned around to face a smirking Cromwell. "Yes I am. Why do you ask?"
"I just find it odd that you were talking with Catherine of Aragon,"replied Cromwell with feigned innocence."She had never been particularly fond of the French. I apologize if that offends you, Monsieur Ambassador."
Joan simply blinked twice, not revealing any emotion to him. She glared with disdain upon Cromwell, that sinful and virulent snake.
Thomas Cromwell, Lord of Essex- he considers himself special due to his past with peasant stock. Small world it is, indeed. What he doesn't know is that he's not the only one who's unique in that manner.
During her lifetime, Joan had been granted nobility status as a reward for her heroic deeds on behalf of her country. Although she hardly acknowledge d her title back then, she was making good use of it for her task.
Pushing aside her thoughts, Joan then managed to say politely,"Ah, no offense taken. The Lady Catherine was in fact, very charming to converse with."
"Of course she is, you both are Catholics." The contempt in his voice was hard to miss.
Just then, a brilliantly artful idea came to Joan's mind. As long as I'm talking to him, I might as well have a bit of fun with it.
"Although, she had quite a lot to say about your Grace." A smile tugged at the corner of Joan's mouth at Cromwell's expectantly startled reaction.
Seething with bitterness, he barely managed to sputter,"Really? W-What exactly did she say about me?"
Joan inhaled tensely and said,"Well, I'm afraid I can't tell you that. Lady Catherine had been quite um...vengeful, so to speak. I wouldn't want to trouble your Grace with harsh words while there are celebrations." She then shrugged apologetically.
Her sly deception worked like a charm. Joan took great delight in seeing red creep into Cromwell's face, and his eyes became strained in their sockets with poorly concealed rage. He deserves to be knocked down for all his self-proclaimed haughtiness!
"In that case, I will not pry. Also, whatever she said is of little concern to me", he spoke through gritting teeth."For I am trusted and highly respected by His Majesty. England will be, no is already, a thriving Protestant kingdom, so I have won!"
As he turned away to leave, Joan called after him, "Not unless Princess Mary becomes queen!"
Cromwell halted in his place. Looking back, he cast a determined glare toward the Frenchman.
"Mary?" He laughed and shook his head at the prospect. "She's no threat to me at all. Her chances of becoming queen are extremely slim,no?"
Joan finally allowed herself to frown, as Cromwell resumed walking away; at least she had managed to significantly damage his enormous ego. Her facial muscles were in pain from having to forcibly smile in the presence of that fiend. In her ire, she cursed him under breath without any remorse.
May the good Lord save us all by bringing forth the swift downfall of Thomas Cromwell!
It was a revelation destined for fruition.
Joan then caught sight of George and Mary as they came her way. She bowed politely to the newlywed couple, saying, "Ah, if it isn't everyone's favorite young newlyweds! Congratulations to you, Marquess and Lady Ormond, and may the future of your marriage be one of great joy and prosperity."
"Thank you, Monsieur, you are simply too kind," said Mary with a beaming smile. "Have you seen my mother, the Duchess, by any chance?"
"Oh, yes, Her Grace just left with the Spanish ambassador some minutes ago."
"That was such a beautiful wedding,"spoke Catherine with admiration. "It warms my heart to know that Mary will finally have a chance for a happy, prosperous life with George." She then added, "He is easily the most compatible of his horrid family."
Chapuys quickly pointed out, "Yes, while it is clear that George really loves Mary, her safety is still a concern. You are overlooking the dangerous hostility of the Boleyns."
"Am I? Well, they would be fools to try any move against her now. Whether it be murder or poison, any kind of foul play would all be traced back to them."
"You are absolutely right, milady."
They soon came upon a bench and decided to rest. So they sat there with their hands entwined, while Catherine gingerly rested her head against the ambassador's shoulder. One could have said they looked like an ideal elderly couple.
"How did you fare at Kimbolten?" Asked Chapuys, thus renewing their conversation.
Catherine sighed wearily at the mention of that old prison castle. "I rather not talk about it. Although, I will tell you that life there was just unbearable without you."
"It was the same for me,"confessed Chapuys. "Do you still have your ring?"
Catherine pulled out the necklace she was currently wearing, with a sapphire encrusted ring attached to it. "Oh, yes I do. You must understand that it's too great a risk for me to wear it on my finger."
"Knowing that you truly do cherish it is enough for me,"said Chapuys as he gazed fondly at his own matching ring on his left hand. His eyes suddenly became glazed with sorrow. "Oh, how I long to have been born a nobleman, or a prince! That way, we wouldn't have to hide our feelings from the world."
There was a long period of silence after that. Both of them were too deeply immersed in their own personal thoughts and reflection.
Catherine looked up towards the illuminated sky, and exclaimed,"The stars of the heavens are lovely tonight, don't you think?"
"No tan hermosa como tu, mi amor," he whispered softly in her ear.
Before she could reply, Chapuys leaned forward and gently kissed her lips, some he had not done in a very long time. The two of them quickly began to pursue each other in a deeply passionate kiss under the moonlight. All track of time was completely lost in that moment of romantic desires.
Alas, their moment was interrupted by the sound of approaching footsteps. A sharp gasp was heard.
"M-Mother? Chapuys? What is going on here?"
Startled, the both of them pulled away in great haste. Guilt and horror was visibly shown on their flushed faces, as a stunned Mary stood with her hands on her hips.
"Please, Princess...give us a chance to explain."
YUP THERE IS A CLIFFHANGER! ! ! !
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