Disclaimer: Sadly enough, I own nothing of Tudors or the charactersLong live the King though :) Enjoy

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It was so crowded here. So many people had arrived to see the King and Queen, for they adored both truly. I moved along side my brother and sister, still taking peeks over Thomas's shoulders on each side to see if the King had arrived yet. All the girls near where we lived said he was absolutely handsome, a nice pinfold of gorgeous.

"Sister, where is the King and Queen?" I heard Cara's voice asked softly into my ear as I was still looking throughout the crowd, Mother and Father were only so far away chatting up with Sir Thomas More. I liked that man. He was very nice to my siblings and I, but looks, as Uncle Nicholas says, can be deceiving as are words.

"Hush, Cara." I snapped back at her with a whisper, I hadn't meant for it to come out that way though, I was just so anxious now waiting here like this, cooped up in this crowded area. I suddenly noticed George Boleyn only so far away, my parents wouldn't notice, would they?

"Cara, watch Thomas here." I told her with a grin, Thomas just gave me a sarcastic grin and I skipped off to go be with George then.

"But Marie…" I heard Cara whined slightly but then sigh looking up at our brother, I made my way gracefully to beside George with a nice wide grin on my lips. He noticed me then and looked over at me.

"Oh, hello, Marie." He said smiling back, actually looking happy that I was here. I noticed that Jane Parker was only so far away too, eyeing us. Mostly in jealousy and her eyes kept flashing up to George.

"Jane Parker has her eye on you, George." I warned him teasingly, in a whisper as I glanced only once in Parker's direction then back up at George.

"As Charles Brandon keeps staring at you too." He teased right back, but I only grinned in response then thought of something clever to say.

"He's more interested in Princess Margaret I believe. They could be quite the match you know.." I spoke softly, so not many could hear even if they wanted to do so.

"I'd keep that little opinion to myself if I didn't want to lose it along with my head." He warned me, but still he grinned ear-to-ear. No wonder he and my brother were such good friends. Both were such good little gossip Queens.

"Why should they behead someone for speaking only the truth?" I quizzed him, now my grin was a sly smile as he had to stop and think of an answer.

"Never mind." George told me, shaking his head and looking away when we heard loud trumpets start to play, I heard Cara yell my name.

"Got to go, I shall see you later, George." I kissed him on the cheek rather quickly before skipping back over to my sister and brother, I knew George was blushing deep red now due to my kiss but it was not one of courting, but more of friendship. But to be quite honest…I did like George in that way but I knew Father would never allow me to be with him even at his rank and position he might be receiving now thanks to his sister, Mary. Father did not like George that much but did like his Father, Thomas Boleyn. Funny. My brother and he have the same first name. Hmm.

"What were you doing with him?" Cara whispered to me as the trumpets started to play louder, the King and Queen were finally coming now.

"Nothing." I whispered back, finally letting my gaze flutter over to my sister. But still the sly grin was playing on my lips.

"I saw you kiss him, Marie." She spoke the words softly, making sure Mother and Father could not hear. Father would have a riot with this one.

"It was nothing more but a peck on the cheek, Cara. Don't over exaggerate." I told her with a giggle, looking back up over the crowd as best as I could.

The King walked hand in hand with the Queen, whom also looked quite beautiful from my view, I didn't care what Anne had told me in the letters I had received from her. I liked the Queen; she was good to her people, and to the King. Pity though her baby boys had died and only little Mary had survived though, I would have been heart broken if that ever happen to me. But Father would have to chime in that I haven't had any children so how should a silly girl like me know how the Queen feels, and that it only matters how the King feels.

King Henry did look dashing though in that fur coat he wore and he had grown a somewhat beard now that made him looking even more rouge. Quite handsome for a man of his age, this is quite young I believe. No wonder every girl falls head over heels for him by first glance. I know Anna though; she'd probably squirm her way into his lap. But she is a very good friend…usually. I let out a giggle then of that thought, Cara just stared at me confused and I had to bite my lip from grinning as I continue to watch with everyone else. People started to bow; I made my way to the front, which was only so far away thanks to our brother saving us spots beside him. I curtsied and nodded my head as the King passed by, I could feel his eyes on me then as if they were boring into the top of my head then just like that it was gone and he was already glancing at everyone else as he walked by with the Queen.

The Queen only glanced back at me once and smiled then looked back forward to smile at others like the King. I really do like the Queen. Katherine of Aragon, I know she's the daughter of Queen Isabel and King Ferdinand II too. She's also the sister of Joanna the mad of Castile but I do not dare say that out-loud for I respect the Queen to much. No, I'm not sugaring up to her but someone has to be nice to this woman. She's all alone as they say the King has let his eye venture off to other women now, including Mary Boleyn.

I think I might actually be a good lady in waiting. My sister probably shall be perfect, for she is the obedient one usually, she quite frequently goes to fond over all the little animals in the woods when we ride horses and she is graceful, like Mary. They would have been best friends if it hadn't been for that Uncle of theirs. I really didn't like him but apparently he liked me enough. He scared me sometimes but I never let if falter my appearance; I was going to ignore it as I ignored Father's lectures. I don't even think he knows I don't listen to him, I know I'm suppose to show respect but that is hard to do when your father doesn't really feel the emotion 'love' at all. But yes, sadly enough, this is my life and I shall live it to the fullest as much as I can. I really do like court now.

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