Marie walked down the long hall-way, noticing how the birds were chirping outside, how everything seemed just so wonderful. She sighed softly, trying to hold back the tears and cries again, not wanting to let loose of her emotions again. She noticed King Henry talking with Cromwell, and stopped for a moment, then continued to walk, ignoring it for now, a hand at her side as she was wearing her light orange dress; her hair tucked up and clipped wonderfully. She let her eye-lids droop for a moment as she noticed in the corner of her eye, King Henry looking at her. He stared at her for a moment as if studying her, then he whispered something to Cromwell, who just looked over at her for a moment then looked away. He walked over to her, his hands behind his back and a serious expression on his face. She tried not to look at him, if she did, she'd surely cry.
Her gaze seemed to be only forward now, a look of sadness and anger in her eyes. She sighed softly as she saw him look at her again
"It's a beautiful day, isn't it, Lady Marie?" He spoke so softly, yet his tone sounded so taunting towards her, as if wondering how she now felt
"Yes, your majesty." Marie nodded once, glancing down as she had her hands in front of her, noticing the ring she had been given as a gift then glanced back up, then turned around a corner and but of course Henry followed after her. A frown tugged at her lips as she turned around, knowing that she'd have to walk on by him to be out of view again, so she looked at him with a confident expression, trying her best not to cry. She looked tried almost, but she sighed again.
"Is there something wrong?" He asked her then, his tone still so gentle again
"No, there is not." She whispered softly, trying to stay calm again, her own breathing trembling now
"Then why do you tremble?"
Her lower lip trembled then, and her eyebrows narrowed "How can you ask me that?" She knew she should not have said anything, that her uncle had been right on saying she should know her place, that it wasn't like a lady to do this "You had Anne…You didn't even care about what you were doing." Her voice shook mid-sentence, breaking slightly as she went on "And yet you think that everyone is supposed to act so sweet and kind, to pretend like Anne wasn't here. That's not how things are, and it isn't right. You can't just pretend like she wasn't here…You can't just…"
"I think you've said enough, Lady Marie." He spoke sternly but she shook her head
"No, I haven't." She could feel herself shaking with emotion now, feeling her eyes watering again "It's not right, and you know it. How can you just act like nothing happened? She had your daughter, and she loved you more than anything." Then she saw him narrow his eyebrows
"And you act as if you did nothing." He quirked an eyebrow then, his expression a bit annoyed "You aren't as sweet and gentle as you make yourself out to be in front of me, Lady Marie. In front of men."
She stared at him as if not being able to say anything else, her eyes slightly widen as she took a step back
"You flaunt yourself. Do you think I enjoyed seeing that? You're a foolish woman, Lady Marie, you really are."
"Don't say that."
"Don't say what?" He asked then, taking a step forward towards her "Don't say what you really are, pretend like you're just a shy, naive lady at court? I don't need to be told how act from you, or from your sister Cara. I know how she thinks that you shouldn't be around me or any other man that you may try to beguile, to flaunt around."
"My sister has nothing to do with this."
"Well, then your Uncle hasn't taught you anything." He told her then, frowning "And I'm getting tired of hearing you talk about nonsense, and try to flatter me."
"You were kind to me, and I was kind back, but then you try to say that I am only trying to beguile you…"
"And you think that I won't be unkind to you as well? You think that you have me beguiled, Lady Marie?" He asked her, his voice getting a bit louder "But I tell you what, it was interesting to see yourself try to make me want you. It wasn't that lovely, but it was interesting." He got an even more annoyed expression then, that look he did when not pleased with a person "And you have the nerve to talk to me like that, to tell me who I am. You don't know anything about me, Lady Marie."
"Anne wouldn't…" But then saw him take a few steps forward quickly, she tried to back away but nearly lost her balance, leaning against the wall as he glared at her
"Don't you say that name around me." He told her then, leaning in "You know nothing about me!" He shouted loudly, and she wondered if Cromwell or anyone else heard him, but her eyes widen "I am Henry the eighth, and you are only a woman at court who thinks she can be clever and sweet. Do you think I won't think any different of you, Lady Marie? If I want you gone, I will have you gone! And I will not be hesitate in having you removed from court, do you understand?!"
She shuddered, her breathing still trembling as she stared at him wide eyed, not being able to say anything but gasp softly, her hands only slightly up in worry and felt herself panicking again "Yes…Yes, I do." Marie nodded, not being able to look away at the moment as she shook in worry again, feeling so many emotions then. He leaned away, turning around and just walked away from her, and then was out of view. She let out small gasps then, slowly moving away, walking slowly even as she felt as though she could cry, let go of her emotions again. Her eyes still slightly widen, and her breathing trembling a bit, then she wiped at her face, turning around the corner and went on walking down the long hall-way.
