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"Marie is manipulative. She's the best choice now. She *can* divert the King." I could hear my Uncle argue with my mother but she was on my side for some unknown reason.
"No. She is not to be the King's mistresses, Charles." My mother disagreed, walking back and forth in the room; my sister peeking in as well behind me, both of us spying. Perhaps Mother knew we were listening in but just didn't really care. Who knows?
Uncle sighed, leaning back in his chair, petting the dog beside him that to be quite honest resembled a lion from my point of view. Seriously. But still Uncle seemed to be stubborn once again today so he wasn't going down without a fight.
"Your husband will disagree as well with you. It'll be two against one." My Uncle warned my mother as he still leaned back in his chair, smiling that crooked smile of his.
"Unlike you, my husband actually listens to me as well." My mother told him, walking out the opposite side of the room and through two large wooden doors and disappeared from our view. My Uncle groaned in frustration and the dog that looked like a lion beside him bark once. Cara and I quickly moved away from the door and quickly moved back into another room, just another large room in this place. Cara stumbled slightly, losing her footing for a moment before I steadied her.
My sister was never one for steady ways, she was clumsy and kind. That's what made her vulnerable without even knowing she *was* vulnerable. She's the nice one, I'm the manipulating one. You see the difference hopefully. I, including many, certainly do.
Things were not going the way I had hoped. What I wished to happen was for Uncle just to leave, yes I know how childish that little wish sounds but it's true. Things would be a lot better without him around. They really would. Sometimes I really do hate my Uncle, but he is a great challenge and amusing to have around at times. I don't know which is worse.
I sighed and walked over to a window, Cara skipping behind me, catching up. I looked out the window only to see my brother getting on a horse and my two nieces waving bye at him. Apparently Father actually let Thomas go hunting with him today. Shocking. Seeing how Father views Thomas as an embarrassment to the family.
"Marie, what were they talking about in there?" My sister asked me curiously "Marie?"
"Uncle wants me to divert the King. Beguile him. Distract him." I spoke in an emotionless voice, my eyes locking on my nieces. They were so perfect. Not a care in the world. In their minds everything was fine and seemed so. Even if their mother wasn't here. My youngest niece was a baby so the nurse was holding her, and the oldest was but four and stood beside the nurse maid. I wish I was a child again…well…at least it was somewhat better then. Not like now. I'm still viewed as property as all women are. Well, for one thing, I shall not be ruled over by a common man. Never. I will fight back.
"Beguile?" Cara asked naively, not understanding "You mean…for him to…like you in that way?"
"Of course." I looked back at her then for once, my eyes shifting away just as fast back to the window. Then I simply walked away from my sister and out of the room, she still stood there dumbfounded. Poor little sister of mines.
I walked down the long hallway and out into court. Brushing past people, some of them stopping to stare at me as I walked but I didn't care. Not one little bit. I could hear the clicking of my heels as they hit the stone pavement. I smiled, forgetting what had happen moments before, even with that happening I could still be happy. If I played my cards right that is.
My hair was shifted over my left shoulder, a red ribbon holding it together, it was a delicate French touch that I had became accustom too when visiting in France actually. It was a nice place. I don't see why people make such a fuss about it. It's actually nice. Women there are allowed to be idealists and a nice way. Some say there the French court does not exist, people like Anne's Uncle.
I evened each breath that escaped my lips, my eyes straight forward as I saw some men staring at me in awe, some women staring in envy and jealousy that I nearly laughed. Behind me I knew that George was following. He came up beside me.
"Marie—" He began but I interrupted.
"George, not today." I warned him.
"But, please let me explain. I told you that—" George tried his best to get me to stop but I stopped on my own, simply looking at him with an innocent smile.
"George. There's nothing to explain. I understand fully now. I won't be bothering the future Mr. Jane Parker." He could tell I was angry at him, but I didn't care. I really didn't. I turned on my heel and stormed down the hallway, that smile still on my lips but slowly shifting into a straight line. I wasn't about to let George ruin my day. I know that sounds like an awful thing to say. But I will not apologize for that. George Boleyn will marry Jane Parker…and I'll be alone…like always. Old, alone, and done for. That's what I have in my future. Damn you, George Boleyn, for making me fall in love with you.
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