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`I moved throughout the room, glancing about like a hawk as George so nicely puts it. I clamped my hands together politely in front of me as I moved with grace, each shift motion was even more genuine. I could feel Charles Brandon's eyes on me. How I despised that man so. But still, I glanced down and looked at him in the corner of my eye. Faking a blush just to see his reaction, which of course was a crooked grin and then I left the room and down the hallway I went. That's when I heard her come.
"Marie? Marie! Wait." Jane Parker's voice echoed down the hall as she scurried on over to my side, walking along beside me, I fought back the urge to run as fast as I could. It wasn't that I didn't like Jane, it was just…well…I didn't like Jane.
Yes, she was pretty in her own way. But never pretty enough to a mistress of the Queen or Charles Bran—Why do I keep thinking about him?! Stop thinking this way, Marie. Stop it. He's a rat-face, double crossing…handsome, rugged body…no. Stop it. It was absolutely sickening to think of Charles Brandon in that way.
I turned my head slowly with a smile plastered on my face, Jane stopped with me, and her smile was so real and friendly that I nearly made me want to cry. But at the same time it was amusing to me. Perhaps I am cruel. But cruelty is a matter or perspective. Just look at the King of England as a prime example in England.
"How wonderful it is to see you, Jane. Whatever do I owe the pleasure?" I asked in my sweetest voice ever, milked with mock friendliness, but poor Jane here didn't have a clue. How droll. I truly hope that George's Uncle doesn't go trough his plan of having Jane Parker be George's future wife. She'd ruin him.
"I wanted to see my friend, silly, that's all. We haven't spoken in ages." She said with a giggle. Oh really, Jane Parker? Not in ages? I wonder why.
I widen my grin so now she could see my straight teeth, nearly flaunting about now, bragging. Then I nodded once "Well then, we must talk soon once again, Jane. But now, I must go. George is waiting for me, and he does not like to wait too long." I told her, knowing full well it'd leave her with a dumbfounded look. I moved to the side and quickly left. I glanced once back, and of course there was the dumbfounded, stupid grin on her face. Her eyes widen in a small fear. It was quite amusing, I nearly laughed.
I continued to walk until I was in the banquet hall. I glanced around until I found George lounging in a chair looking so gloomy. Odd. My feet moved quickly yet quietly as I moved on behind George, my hands flashing forward and covered over his eyes. I knew he was grinning now.
"Guess who." I whispered into his ear, knowing full well that the hot air tickled the hair beneath his ears. Yes. He was grinning ear-to-ear now. He yanked me around quickly; my hands flew to his arms that were around me. I knew people could see if they wanted to, but some I believe chose to ignore it or perhaps they didn't even pay any mind over to us.
"George." I warned him but he just pulled me forward, only to have his lips on mines for a split second before he let go and I stumbled back, whether it was for the kiss or the fact that I lost my footing there, I'll never know. He just leaned back even more into his chair, still grinning ear-to-ear. The same George Boleyn, stupid grin.
That's when I heard the horns and nearly everyone stopped what they were doing to turn towards the entrance doors to the Banquet hall. The doors were flung open by two guards and in came the King and Queen, the ladies in waiting following close behind.
I curtsied with my sister who magically appeared beside me, George bowing beside my sister also. Everyone making sure they did not falter in their movements. I could see in the corner of my eye, the King and Queen coming this way, arm-in-arm. But there was no love there, well, at least not that much in the King's eyes. But the Queen still looked at him as if she were still a young woman in love.
I saw them stop then, in front of our small group; I also noticed my brother had somehow appeared on my other side, bowing like George. I kept my eyes to the floor as the King stood in front of me.
"And what is your name?" I heard him speak, knowing full well he was talking to me. I stood up straight and looked slowly up with practiced grace.
"Marie Cornwell, your majesty." I curtsied again and stood back up, looking up at him once again, fluttering my eyes slightly as Anne had taught me. I could see something in the King's eyes sparkle, as if he was resisting the urge to gasp in awe. I was laughing on the inside but held a small smile on my lips on the outside.
"Cornwell." He whispered at first then spoke louder "Welcome to court, Lady Marie." He told me with a slight nod and crooked grin, and then the Queen spoke directly to me too.
"Welcome." That was all she said with the most kindest and generous smile ever, it made my heart beat flutter slightly. Most of all England said that Katherine of Aragon was the nicest woman ever, generous to her people and loved by all of England, if not all of Europe.
"Thank you, your majesties." I nodded with gratitude, and then they both nodded at the other three surrounding me and then walked on, greeting other people. Soon after, everyone else went on with their merry way of socializing. I felt a slight tugging at my dress sleeve. Then I noticed Cara there, I turned to look, still with a small innocent smile.
"Yes, Cara? What is it?" I asked in a tone that was even foreign to me at the moment, Cara looked at me wide eyed.
"Did you see that look the King gave you?!" She whispered, nearly squeaking as she spoke to me. I bit my lower lip to hold back a giggle that threatened to escape from my lips.
"Why no, Sister Dearest, whatever do you mean?" I asked with a clear tone, it sounded as if I had just awoken from a daze, mocking innocence in there nearly.
"Oh, whatever has Father done to you, now?" Cara asked with a shake of her head then let go, scurrying off to who knows where. I quirked an eyebrow in confusion before feeling a presence behind me, I turned around half-expecting George to be there or my brother.
"George, I—" I began to say until I saw the eyes of Charles Brandon look down at me, I scowled in annoyance then. This man shall aggravate me to death if George doesn't do it first.
"What. Do. You. Want. Now?" I asked, slowly saying each word as I continued to scowl up at him. He just chuckled in amusement, I just turned to walk away until I was pulled back towards him, his hand around my left forearm and a arm back around my waist.
"How dare you?!" I nearly yelled at him until his lips were on mines rather roughly, yet it held so much passion in it, no wonder he was the King's best friend. But just as fast as I had spoke moments before, my other free arm swung up and my right hand connected with the side of his face. He stumbled back, letting go of me and a hand on his right cheek. He just laughed at me even more, as if this were amusing to him! I hate this man beyond then my annoyance with Jane Parker.
"Heed my warning, Charles Brandon: You will be smart and never touch me again or next time, you'll get something worse than just a slap on the face." I told him in a hiss, storming off, not caring that he was the King of England's best friend. I wouldn't give a damn if he was the best friend of the Pope. I really *do* hate Charles Brandon.
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