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`I walked in with my sister, side by side. My head was risen up in mock pride, arrogance to its fullest while Cara had her head down, looking at the ground as if ashamed. She was probably worried on what Father had to say. Don't be fooled, I am worried to but I know how to handle Father at times…but Uncle is another story. If he's there, then my Father and sister shall hear another argument of wits once again. Uncle and I are too stubborn, Father says; that we're both one of a kind. What kind is that? The arrogant? No. I may be arrogant at times but not as much as the King or Uncle.

The room was large, but nothing compared to Banquet Hall. I saw Father by the fireplace, rubbing one of his eyes with his left hand, which was formed into a fist. And but of course, as fate would have it, Uncle was lounging near by in an over stuffed chair, his eyes directly on me in a second of time. I diverted my eyes off him deliberately, I heard him begin to chuckle. I didn't notice till now that he had a cup in his hand, probably full of wine as he took a gulp of it. I kept my eyes on Father now.

He turned to look at my sister and me then. His left hand still in the form of a fist as he walked over five steps towards us. I counted each, as I know Cara probably did as well. He stood up straighter, if that was even possible, and looked carefully at us for a moment before speaking.

"Do you have any idea how hard it was to get us into court? Any idea how long it took me to do so?" The questions themselves were only rhetorical of course, and not to be answered, only a fool like Cara would but instead she kept her mouth shut, apparently she had learned her lesson.

"We understand, Father." I spoke out-loud, attempting to calm him down like always but he raised a hand up to silence me, I looked down once, shutting my mouth before looking back up. Apparently Uncle did not feel like fighting tonight. Oh well. There's always tommorow.

"No. You do not understand." He lectured me as if I were a child, then he looked at Cara "And you, my dear. Socializing with a servant. A servant, Cara!" Hmm. He had remembered her name correctly for once. Then he closed his eyes shut as if disgusted, it seemed to be hours before he reopened them but I knew it was only a minute or two, and then his eyes shifted back to me and seemed to soften, more affectingly if Father could even show that emotion to any of his children.

"Marie." He spoke my name in a whisper before speaking out loud "I have done everything for you to have a future. Your sister does not understand that, nor does your brother. But I know you do. Yet still, you continue this childish behavior. You are not going to be around George Boleyn as much anymore. I know if I take you away from him fully that I won't hear the end of it from you but please remember that you have nearly all of court is adoring you, maybe as much as they adore the Queen." Oh please, they think she's a saint. And I, Marie Cornwell, am not a saint

"You could have any man you wanted. Maybe even the King—" He began but I interrupted quickly.

"I will not be the mistresses of the King, Father, if that is what you are coming to think I will cooperate in doing." I warned him, this caught the attention of my Uncle, who leaned foreword in his chair, still holding his cup in hand.

"No. Not yet, my dear." Yet being the key word there. Father walked over to me, and only me, ignoring Cara, and he placed a hand on my right cheek with a small smile "You are my favorite, Marie. I love you the most." He told me, grinning a little wider now and then just as fast he moved away once more back to the fireplace, I could still feel the heat off his hand on my cheek. I had to resist the urge to grin in triumphant.

"You have my permission to leave." We turned to leave but then "Oh. And Cara…" He said, we turned back slightly to look at him, Cara looking like death had knocked on her door "If I ever see or hear of you being near that servant again. You'll get worst than just a trip back to France this time. Good night, dear." Now *that* was a threat. I turned, grabbing my sister by the hand and dragged her out, she looked as if she were now going to faint. She slowly looked at me as we walked back down the hallway.

"He…Did you hear him, Marie? Did you?" She was starting to cry, if she did it wouldn't stop till morning. I tighten my grip on my sister's hand.

"I will not let him harm you nor Richard." Finally, I had learned his name earlier from George "You are my sister. I will let no one harm you. Ever. I love you, sister, will my last breath I shall always. You *are* my sister. For that, you are also the other half of me. I will never be complete without you by my side." It was truth too even though I wouldn't admit that out loud to anyone, I hugged her then and she hugged back to me, as if hanging on for dear life.

"And just think, Cara. Perhaps the King truly does like me and I will get to have a Duke as a husband, sister." I told her, changing the subject, she laughed then and looked at me, still having her arms around me and mines around her.

"You aim to high…as always." Cara told me and I smiled at her, my eyes probably sparkling with joy.

"You can never aim to high, Sister." I said with a giggle, grabbing her right hand again and we nearly skipped down the hallway. Perhaps tonight would be better than we thought.

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