Chapter 2
A Mother From Hell
JAYNÉ
It has been almost a week since my mother had arrived to court. Honestly, it was tiring to listen to her constant bickering and complaining. However, I noticed how well she got along with Catherine. Was it a secret that they got on well? No, it really wasn't. Two women who could poison anyone's mind should get on. Either way, I didn't try to step in the way, nor did I try to speak to my mother. The only event that actually amused me was the lunch with Francis and Mary. I honestly envied Mary, that kind of fiancée is a dream. Francis's blue eyes glistened in the hint of sunlight, making them irresistible in anyone's sight.
Either way, I didn't occupy my mind with those kind of thoughts. Instead, I would usually sit in my bedchambers, reading something. Sometimes I would go outside into the gardens, or I would go riding. Eventually the day would end and I would have to sleep, making my days horribly uneventful.
As I sat on my chair, one of the page boys came in. He handed me a sealed envelope, it had the English coat of arm on the seal – it was from Mary. What could the queen of England want with me? I unsealed the letter and opened it.
Dear Jayné,
I believe that we have some business to discuss concerning your mother. See, your mother has connections with very important people, and also has connections with the Vatican. I regret dismissing your mother after she had you, but I need her at this moment. I realize that she isn't your favorite person, as you have stated before, and since she now lives at French court, I would like your help.
I also realize that you shouldn't have connections me, the English queen. So, I strongly recommend that you help me, and I help you. Unless you want Henry to find out about this.
Sincerely,
Mary Tudor
I must've read that letter a million times, memorizing each and every line. This could have me dead, contacting another queen – the enemy of France and Scotland, both countries I have to serve and respect. I quickly grabbed the letter and placed it in a small satchel. After doing so, I placed the satchel under a pile of papers in the chest, locking it tight after.
If anyone were to find out about this, they could have my head. I quickly jumped up as someone entered my room. It was Kenna, "what were you doing?"
"Nothing. Why didn't my guards announce you?" I asked, moving the topic from what I was doing.
"I told them not to. Either way Jayné, would you like to go to a gathering with us? It will be Aylee, Mary, Greer, Lola and I. We would like if you would spend more time with us." Kenna told me.
"Yes, I would be honored to go. When is the gathering?" I asked.
"It will be in the afternoon, in the garden near the pond. It is lovely today outside, so we figured, why not? I'll come and fetch you when it starts." Kenna informed me. She turned around and left my room soon after.
AUTHOR
As afternoon came, Kenna had collected Jayné for their gathering. Jayné didn't know whether she should've been pleased to go, it nervous. It was a fact she hadn't spoken to Lola, Aylee or Greer. But to her, they seemed like nice ladies, it was just the matter of getting to know them better. Jayné hadn't seen Kate in almost two days, and didn't even know here whereabouts.
Kenna led Jayné to the group of girls, they were all sitting down a big blanket, with a tray of various fruits and wine. The light Spring breeze had brushed past the two girls as they walked to the others, and the sun was shining bright in the clear, blue sky. Laughter filled the area as the two sat down – Kenna next to Greer, Jayné next to Lola.
Lola was the first to speak up, "I'm sure we haven't met yet, I'm Lola." She offered a beaming smile as she looked at Jayné.
"I'm Jayné, it is a pleasure to meet you." She smiled.
"Well I'm Greer." Greer introduced her self, quite bluntly.
"And I'm Aylee." The sweetest of them all. Jayné smiled at the girls, creating a quite awkward silence.
Mary looked around before breaking the silence, "well, if we're all done. Shall we drink to our friendship?" The six girls grabbed a glass of wine before clinking their glasses together.
"I'm honored that I am accepted into the group. Thank you." Jayné smiled. She looked around the group as she spoke.
"It isn't a problem. Besides, us girls have to stick together." Greer told her.
"Yes, we do. Besides, Mary told us that you're quite the entertainer." Lola laughed. Jayné couldn't deny, she was always the funny one, the imaginative one, the childish one, etc.
Their lunch carried on for hours, talking, eating, drinking, even playing some games regularly. Mary's ladies in waiting grew to enjoy Jayné's company and entertainment. However, Lola seemed to take the most liking to her – even inviting her for tea.
Jayné had retired to her chambers soon after the lunch. She hadn't spoken to her mother about the letter she received, and also wasn't planning on speaking to her about it. Knowing Mary, Jayné already knew that her mother was going to risk her life getting back to the English queen. Mary had resented Rosa, and that was a fact. After all the information she could get from Rosa, Mary would surely kill her.
Jayné dismissed all the maids and servants, telling them to let her have some time to herself. As soon as she was alone, Jayné sat down at her desk and began writing.
Dear Mary,
I realize you may want to meet up with my mother, I do. However, it doesn't come to my understanding as to why you would write to me. I cannot simply convince my mother to meet with you, nor would she really want to. Also, I cannot keep in contact with you anymore.
If you have any concerns, write to my mother.
Good luck,
Jayné Navarre
Jayné sealed the letter as she told one of the guards to come in. With a warning that if he failed to deliver the letter without anyone finding out, she could have him killed. Although that didn't seem much of a threat in her eyes, since she is writing to the English queen – France and Scotland's enemy. Also the two countries she was servings. A betrayal, she would be beheaded before she could even see sunlight.
MARY
I worried about Jayné and her constant wondering. I believed that she was independent, as well as kind hearted. Except, her words tend to get too obscene for some people. What worried me was that she may get in trouble, and I would have to pay for it.
My thoughts broke their chain as I heard someone walk into the room. I turned around to see Francis, he dismissed the guards before walking towards me. I felt him put his hand on my shoulder. I quickly stood up at his touch as I looked at him, "Francis, what are you doing here?"
"I wanted to spend some time with my fiancée, is that wrong?" Francis asked, sounding very complacent. I saw a grin for on his face, as if he was very proud of himself.
"You seem very conceited with yourself," I told him. "I apologize for my sudden heavy heart, I worry about my sister. She has a tendency of being sarcastic, bitter and quite wild. I worry that would get her into trouble."
"Why worry? Mary, you have other things to think about." Francis told me. The distance between us was closed as he moved closer to kiss me, his very touch melted me. His soft lips felt like heaven on mine, I could comprehend how I felt at this point.
I pulled away after a few magnificent moments with him, "Francis, not right now. I am sure you will be able to wait until we wed." I told him, dismissively. I saw his smile turn to a frown as he slowly nodded.
"I will speak to you soon. I have a meeting to attend." It was an excuse Francis made. I wanted to tell him to stay, but before I could say anything, he left the room.
AUTHOR
Darkness began surrounding the castle walls as the night approached. Catherine took it upon herself to throw another feast, to accommodate her own regular needs. Mary was concerned about Francis's abrupt leaving, making her wonder whether he had resented the fact that she didn't want to have sex before marriage. Or whether it was something else that bothered him.
Jayné, on the other hand, was coming to surpass Mary's worries. Her letters to the English queen were enough to get her beheaded, and although no one else knew about them, it was still a huge risk she had to take. Jayné had went to the feast with Greer and Kate, arranging to meet the other girls at the feast itself.
"Is that the one?" A man with a thick British accent asked. One of them kept looking around as the other one kept an eye on Jayné.
"Should be. That's what Mary said she looks like."
The other one picked up the wine placed behind him, and began walking towards Jayné. She excused herself as the man offered her the wine, he took a sip first before speaking, "you're Jayné Navarre, right?"
"Depends who I'm speaking to." Jayné answered, smugly. The man laughed at her remark as he took another sip of his wine, still not taking his eyes off Jayné or the wine glass.
"I'm just an innocent man, who got his chance to go to the feast." He lied, hoping to break the young woman. The man looked back at his work partner before excusing himself.
Lola ran up to Jayné, taking her soft hand and leading her to the dance floor. The seven girls joined hands as they began spinning around the room, filling the area with laughs, giggles and screams. As they let go of one another, the girls fell back on the ground, still laughing as much as their lungs could take.
As Jayné noticed the man not keeping his eyes off her, she excused herself before leaving the room. She felt her heart speed up as footsteps began emerging form behind her, a certain uneasiness came over her body as he chest began tightening, causing a difficulty to breath.
Before she could say anything, someone grabbed her from behind, covering her mouth as she began kicking and screeching. The other man approached the struggling woman and kidnapper before grabbing hold of her legs, keeping her still. Jayné tried to wiggle out of their grip, but for her, it was too strong.
The two men used the passageway I get outside, where their carriage was waiting. They pushed Jayné into the carriage, one of the getting in with her, whilst the other was the driver. The man blindfolded Jayné, before tying her hands together.
As Jayné ran out of breath, she stopped screaming, kicking, or any violent behavior. As the carriage stopped, the men took Jayné out of the carriage and carried her into the small, wooden shack. They sat her down before she became her usual self, "where am I?"
"Nowhere you need to know. Now, what do you have to say to our queen?" The same man she had met before, said. Jayné followed the voice and turned to face him.
"You! You're the one who offered me the wine. You son of a bitch, let me go!" Jayné began getting hysterical, yelling and kicking,
"First, tell us where your mother is. Then, we can talk." He told her. Jayné gritted her teeth at the sound of his voice.
A guard approached Mary, whilst she was speaking to her ladies. Their laughter filled the room, bringing joy to hear their future queen's laugh. The guard lightly tapped on her shoulder before speaking, "your majesty, Jayné was kidnapped."
Mary's smile dropped as she had engraved what the guard had just told her, "are you sure?"
"Yes. We have sent some troops to look for her, with the King's consent." The guard assured her.
Mary let out a long sighed before her and the guard began walking out of the room. As Mary exited, she realized that there was handkerchief, covered with various pattern, covering the light blue color. Mary noticed that it was Jayné's handkerchief.
Ok, first of all. Thank you so much for all the support you guys are giving me, thanks to Fraryobsessed26b for the review. I unfortunately cannot view the other two reviews, but thank you either way.
Two. I realize I said I will write longer chapter, but I couldn't figure out what to write for this one. And I didn't update in quite a while, I thought it be best to at least write something.
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