George Boleyn
George was having a jolly good time playing the part of madman. But the time for play was over. It was time for action, because he really didn't want to get his head cut off. It didn't sound like a pleasant experience. These thoughts were interrupted by one of his guards, Lyan, who had came running back to his post near his cell. "He's dead! Smeaton's dead!" The other guard, James, a lad who looked like he could use a feast on his thin bones, hushed him. "Sh! Not so loud idiot!" He hissed softly, tilting his head towards George, who promptly grinned cheekily and did a quick jig. Lyan shrugged nonchalantly. "Everyone agrees he's bloody mad." George responded to this by clapping, inwardly blanching at the news. Mark dead? It can't be true…can it? James didn't smile. "Not everyone, naïve Lyan."
Anne Boleyn
"Nan! Look what I found!" Anne smiled as Kat Howard pulled out a pretty green silk ribbon. "How pretty Kat! It would look lovely in your hair." The maid looked shocked. "No no no! If I have any beauty, it's quite eclipsed by your queenly looks!" Of course, Kat didn't really think that. Anne had been looking a bit haggard lately, and on the thin side as well. It had been rather boring lately; much different from Kat's fantasies about handsome knights coming to rescue Queen Anne from her prison, and perhaps there being a rogue in the mix for her as well. But the disappointment was abated by Kat's love for her new mistress. She tried to take Anne's mind away from her very uncertain future by relating humorous tales she had heard from her friends at Lambeth, while leaving out the incredibly bawdy parts. But no matter how hard Anne laughed, Kat noticed sadness in her eyes. She wondered why she had reason to be sad, because after all, she was the queen and nobody in his or her right mind would punish a queen. King Henry was probably just testing Anne's love for him. Yes, Kat nodded firmly. It had to be that.
Jane Seymour
"Mark Smeaton has died under tor-questioning your majesty." The messenger, named John, stood rather awkwardly, avoiding the King's eyes. Why in God's name did he have to be the one to bring this damned message to the King? There was only a few people in this chamber, among them, the messenger noted, was Jane Seymour, and a man that was staring at him, showing no emotion on his face. He looks just like Tom Wyatt. He only knew that because he had been the one bringing food to Tom Wyatt for the past couple of days. And what was taking the King so long to respond?
Meanwhile, Jane rushed to the king. She didn't really know if he needed comforting, but he did look tense. "Milord, do you need anything? A posset?" Henry didn't even look at her, but flatly asked the messenger, "Well? Before he died, did he confess? Did he admit to adultery with the Queen?" John blanched. "Erm…." Henry sighed. This whole hellish affair was proving to be a lot more trouble than it was worth. Why couldn't he just give Anne to France, and marry Jane? But Cromwell's voice kept playing into his head…She impugned your manhood your grace…She deserves to die…and the men with her…Damn Cromwell. Damn the Boleyns. Damn everyone. He was going to do it his way. "Leave me. Now!" He said, but stopped Arthur Wyatt, whom he had taken a liking to, even though Arthur kept avoiding the subject of the kingdom he had offered to him…. That would have to wait for the day…."Fetch me Cromwell, will you?" Arthur nodded, and left the room.
He had ignored her. He had ignored her. That wasn't good. Jane thanked God that her brothers and her father hadn't been in the room at the time. Was Anne Boleyn reclaiming his thoughts? Oh, that wouldn't do. She had to act, and found herself turning towards the stables instead of her rooms. The stable boy jumped when he saw her. "Milady! What can I do for you?" Jane replied, "I need my horse, Rose. Right now. And I need you not to tell anyone I have left, do you understand me?" The stableboy shuddered inwardly. The Jane Seymour HE had heard about was supposed to be timid and sweet! Who the heck was this lady? Mayhaps a sister? He decided to humor her. "Of course milady. But of course, I'll be needing some money to you know…keep my mouth firmly closed. Mother always said I had trouble doing that." Jane smirked, something she rarely did. "I'll pay you when I come back. I promise." She smiled, hoping the boy would believe her. He kept on humoring her. "Of course milady. But if you don't pay me back, I will have to be forced to hunt you down. I have friends in high places you know." He inclined his head towards the horses, which made Jane laugh. "I shan't forget you…what is your name?" She asked sweetly. The stableboy blushed slightly. "My name is Edward. But everyone just calls me stupid. Or doddering fool. You can have your pick." Jane felt sorry for Edward, but didn't have time to dawdle. "I like Edward personally." She said, and motioned for Edward to help her onto Rose.
George Boleyn
George was scared and excited. He wanted to do this more for Mark, Henry, Francis, Thomas…and his dear sister. "George want drink." He said to James, who sighed. "Wait here Lyan. I'll get the mad one a goblet of something." Lyan nodded dozily. George listened for the footsteps to fade, and then seized the chance. He threw the one candle he had been allowed to have on the ground, as close to Lyan as he could get without waking Lyan up. He praised God as the fire quickly spread. "Hee hee. George likey."