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`I stood at the window, my left hand high up on the stone wall as I leaned forward, my right hand on my hip. Today I wore a dull blue-gray dress. On my left hand was my blue ruby ring that had been a gift from George. My love, my best-friend. Tears stained my pale face as I tapped my left hand finger-tips on the wall. The King had made this my new quarters after my out-burst with him earlier. My stomach churned and twisted in disgust at the very though of George being harmed. It was all my fault. I didn't fight for him, didn't love him enough. If I had gone to the King earlier—Maybe things would have been different.
Behind me I heard the wooden door creak open, slowly as first then all the way. I could not turn around, I wouldn't.
"Marie?" Cara spoke softly, as if speaking louder would hurt me "Are you alright?" Obviously I was not as she suddenly was right behind me, putting her hands up on my shoulders gently. I shivered at her touch at first then not to be here unless there was bad news.
"Is it today?" I had to force the awful words out my mouth, still stiff. Cara did not answer at first until I started to breath less, my heart-beat rose in those moments.
"Not for Anne." She told me reluctantly and I started to go limp but Cara caught me, sobs hiccuped out of my mouth as I started to go into a panic. I knew exactly what she meant but did not want to understand it. Not George, he did nothing wrong—he did nothing nor did Anne, or any of the others. Why was this happening? Why? I did not know, it hurt to much to think about it. It hurt.
"It's alright." Cara cooed softly, stroking my hair as she held me, my eyes widen as I stared out the window, at nothing. I still shook as Cara tried to calm me, gasping and shivering like a child at the thought that I would never see George again. Suddenly, I shoved Cara away, quickly getting to my feet and away from her, from the window.
"No." I said this mostly to myself more than to Cara, almost putting my hands on the wall to support myself but backed away, shaking my head "No, this is not true."
"Marie--" My sister tried to reason to me but I snapped on her, turning around quickly
"No!" I yelled at her, feeling my chest tightening up again "George did nothing wrong, Cara. And yet the King sees that it is fit to punish him, the others too. What did they do? What did they do that was consider treason? It's not right, the King is wrong. This should not be happening, not now, not ever."
I put a hand over my mouth, slowly falling to the floor and Cara rushed over to me, trying to hold me again but I put my other hand up, to hold her back. I removed my hand from my mouth "I want to see Anne." I whispered softly, my hiccups slowly stopping as I gasped a few times "Do—Do you think the King would let me see..." I nearly started to cry again but stopped my-self, wiping away the tears away from my face even as they continued to come, looking away for a moment then back to Cara "That he would let me go see Anne?"
"I do not know, sister." She whispered sadly, tucking a loose strand of my hair behind my right ear. I sighed softly under my breath, no longer sobbing but tears still ran down my face even as I tried my best to wipe them away.
"Then I shall have to go see." Cara looked up at me once I said that and I quickly moved to my feet, turning around and heading to the door, Cara then got to her feet as well, yanking me back by my arm. I looked at her then, nearly annoyed but did not show it.
"Marie, don't--" She shook her head and I yanked my arm out of her grip, backing towards to the door.
"How can you say that?" I walked out the door-way but stopped, turning back around, Cara still standing there not knowing what to do "I do not need a lecture on what is right and wrong, Cara. I—I just need to see Anne." I turned back around and ran down the hall-way, turning around the corner and headed past people I did not know but I knew that near-by was the King's room. My dress trail behind me skimmed gently against the stone floor as I started to run faster, my hair blowing back behind my shoulders as I then got to the two large wooden doors, luckily there were no gaurds near by, at least out here.
I yanked the doors opened and ran in quickly as the two doors slammed loudly shut behind me, breathing heavily as I took a few steps forward. There was the King, and a few others with him at a long wooden table, with papers and quills flooding it all over. The other men stared at me, some looked agast that a woman would storm into a room unannounced like that, others in awe, the King simply stared at me as well then stood up straight, walking around the table with his hands nearly in the form of fists but he then took the few steps, now standing only so far away from me.
"Lady Marie, whatever is the matter that made you feel the need to burst into another's chambers. Into my chambers—without being announced first-hand." He was inspecting a real answer but I stood my ground, taking only two steps forward, my hands were shaking but I tried to remain confident in what I wanted.
"I would like to be permitted to see Anne." The other men gasped softly, some of them fearful of how the King would react, I could see one of the men being Brandon, who stared at me in worry but I then kept my gaze on the King, he eyed me in anger, suspion written within his expression as he began to circle me for a moment, as if to imtiminate me.
"Why on earth would I do that—Madam? " He leaned in, whispering the end as if to mock me
"She is my friend and you have locked her up for something she did not--"
He looked even more angered by my words now as he paced far away from me, but turned around to face me, I slowly looked over to meet his gaze "No." He shook his head slowly as he denied me
"How can you lock up the mother of your child like an animal? This is unsensible, Anne has done--"
"Hold your tounge, Lady Marie, or I will feel it nesscary to put you away as well." He walked towards me then, his heels clicking against the stone heel
"Just because you are the King of England does not mean you can do this--"
"I can do anything!" He screamed at me, breathing heavily as he backed away, looking over at the men still in the room "Don't you agree, gentlemen?"
They all remained silent, Brandon looked away when I glanced over, I put my gaze back on the King as he wasn't even looking at me but away at the ground "Oh, get out." He told them, quickly they moved to the door, and I could hear the doors open creaking behind me then shut close, the King slowly looked back up at me "Why are you doing this?" He still sounded angry
I could not help but feel the tears stained my face as they fell gently down my face "She is my friend. Please." I whispered softly, my breathing shallow then he stared at me for a few moments before turning away, his hands nearly clenching into fists again but he stood up straight
"You have my permisson to go." He glanced back only slightly "You can visit her." I nodded once, giving one small curtsy as I turned to leave "Lady Marie?" I stopped, turning around slowly
I saw him facing me, no longer looking angry but with more a sad expression "Good-day to you." He bowed then in a generous movement, I gave one last curtsy slowly raising back up as our gazes met, he then turned away from me, walking off back to the long wooden table, I turned, opening the door slowly then stepped out of the room as the two large doors slammed shut behind me once again. I had won, I got his permisson by being confident, I did that back in there. I turned to the left and walked down the hall-way, hearing the faint sound of my heels clicking against the stone floor as I walked away.
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