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I walked around, it was beautiful outside and there were hundreds of people out here. I was standing beside some bushes then as I felt a hand wrap around my left forearm, dragging me behind the bush in private. I was about to scream until I saw it was George. He wasn't smiling. Something bad had happen…I could tell.
"George? What is it? What is wrong?" I lifted my hand up to brush his cheek in comfort, he slowly rose up his left hand and put it over my hand, he was nearly crying. My god, what had happen?
"George—Tell me." I whispered to him, my eyes searching for something, anything at all.
"They're making me marry her, Marie. I swear I don't love her; I don't even want to be around her for goodness sake. I only care for you." George was making a confession to me, his voice was shaking as he spoke, and his eyes nearly blood shot now. His Father would be so ashamed if he saw this, I know.
"George—" I began to say but he interrupted quickly by pulling me to him and kissing me roughly on the lips, it hurt nearly but I kissed him back. There were the tears as he looked at me again, still holding me close.
"I only love you. You know that, Marie. Right?" He asked sounding quite like a child, his eyes full of hope and despair. I looked at him wide eyed slightly then my eyes soften.
"I—George—" I didn't know what to say for once, I was speechless. George Boleyn had just told me he was in love with me. What was I suppose to say?
"Please." He whispered and I felt dizzy now, my breathing was trembling as I stared at him.
"I know. I love you too, George." I told him and then quickly he pulled me even closer, hugging me tightly before we heard a voice near by
"Marie? Marie, are you here?" Cara's voice searching, I pulled away from George, he had a hand out, reaching for me, I held his hand before I gave him a look that said 'Sorry' and I moved away from him, my hand slipping out of his grip and quickly moved around the bush, leaving George behind. I saw Cara there, I quickly hugged my sister and she looked at me worriedly after I took a step back.
"Marie, are—are you alright? Did something happen?" She asked me, thinking the worse, I smiled at her, forcing myself to do so.
"I'm fine. Now why are you so worried?" I asked her, taking her hand and we walked off. I was still worried over George, resisting the urge to run back to him. We walked, looking at everyone who was out. Children running by with ribbons. Father and Mother talking with Uncle. Why do they assume they can manipulate the King? I'll never know. I worry for Anne. She aims higher than I at times. But then again, you can never aim to high as Cara believes you can.
I saw Uncle turn and his eyes zipping their view onto me, I moved to turn, slipping my hand out of my sister's and walking away. Cara looked confused but I only smiled back at her, Uncle brushing past her and over to me. I sighed annoyed and turned to look at him. He smiled that crooked grin of his as his eyes stayed on my face.
"Marie. My favorite niece." He said with pride it seemed, fake affection that he came accustom on using around me whenever he needed or wanted something.
"Uncle, always a displeasure to see you." I said, nodding my head and coming back up with a small forced smile. I did not want to argue today really. It was to beautiful out but the conflict with George was ruining it, and if Uncle wanted to fight, the day would end horribly. I was smiling with a mocking matter at my Uncle, but it was still forced nonetheless. Uncle chuckled at my comment, as if it were amusing to him, some type of joke.
"I hear George Boleyn is marrying Jane Parker." He said, looking around finally, his eyes away from me but only for a few moments until they rested upon me once more.
"Yes. I hear it has been arranged. Why did you find it necessary to tell me, if I may ask, Uncle?" I spoke with confidence, not intimidated by him, and I made sure he knew that.
"Oh, I didn't, Marie. Can I not speak with my niece without wanting something?" He asked, quirking an eyebrow in question. I was no longer smiling.
"You have another niece, Uncle. Remember Cara? And I never said anything about you wanting something." I turned to leave in a huff but I felt Uncle grab me roughly, turning me around, pulling me to him rather to close for comfort. He was no longer smiling as well, his eyes blazing with something that was close to anger.
"You watch your tongue, girl." His voice was low and threatening that it nearly made me scared but now threatening enough to do so "You may just lose it along side with your head. You never disrespect your elders."
Then just as fast he let me go, shoving me away, and oddly enough no one had noticed this scene here that had happen. I would have thought all of court would be buzzing at the moment but no, they turned the other cheek as they did often. That was what Court did, never noticed when something bad happen to another. Just how the King treats his wife, no one question him. Never ever.
"Now run along, Marie. Be a good girl for your Uncle and see what your brother is up too, won't you?" The question itself was rhetorical and he smiled once more, walking off back to my Mother and Father. My breathing shook with slight fear but I sucked it up and raised my head up, not becoming like my sister and walked off to find my brother. After all, I *am* Marie Cornwell, the favorite in my family.
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