Jane Seymour Part 3
I walk into a long room which has a massive banquet table placed right in the centre. The room is already filled with well dressed ladies and gentlemen. Most of them with ancient titles and grand estates. As I take my place in one of the chairs in the middle of the table I can't help wonder what these people must think of me. Do they think I am inadequate? Or do they think me unworthy of my place at this table? I sit there awkwardly for several minutes waiting for someone to say something to me which may put my nerves to rest.
These thoughts are disrupted not long after when an announcement is made that the King and Queen would now enter. We all stand in preparation to address our sovereign. They both enter and I along with all others in this room curtsy. Both the King and Queen take their seats at opposite ends of the lengthy table. As the first round of food is brought in. I nibble at a meagre portion of the first course as is expected of a lady. I could of eaten far more as the food was so delightful but I restrained in the knowledge that it would be improper to eat more than a small amount. The courses kept coming all varieties of meats, fish and fruits were served to the guests. All very delicious.
As I sat there I observed both the King and Queen very closely. The King was handsome with his fiery red hair and well groomed beard. His clothes were majestic. They were coloured red with a gold trim. Although he was already into his forties I couldn't help but notice how handsome he was. Yes, there were sprigs of grey hair sprouting and I would be lying if I told you that I could not see a round belly protruding from beneath is clothes but yet he was still handsome.
The Queen however who was still young seemed drained and tired. I heard that she was once very beautiful and in ways I could still see it. If the dark circles under her eyes would disappear and the false smile would become real then maybe I could still see the beauty she once owned. The confidence I once heard she had had now seemed to have disappeared as I see her sit and listen without any enthusiasm to the talk of the people who surrounded her. I felt bad as I looked at her knowing I could be the one to replace her. She was sad and sorry looking not at all what I would of expected of a Queen.
After many courses and several hours the banquet was over. We were all guided through to a room where musicians stood with there many instruments. The King and Queen took there place and their thrones as the music began to play. A kind man who I think may have saw me alone in the corner of the room asked me if I would like to dance. We danced swapping partners along the way. I knew how to dance very well as it was one of the things I had been taught as a child. I tried my best to impress the King as I danced. I didn't know why I had never been the type to show off. All I know is I wanted the King to look at me and think she is beautiful. I don't think anyone had ever thought that about me and I wanted someone to. As the music slowed down and the smile which had covered my face faded I couldn't help but feel immensely happy. I sat down for the next dance and I watched as the skirts of ladies lifted of the floor as they spun around. The smiles on everyone's faces as they moved to the sound of music. I felt as if this was when my life would really begin.
I'm sorry if this isn't historically accurate but I tried my best with the knowledge I have. This part is still short but I have tried to lengthen it little. Next part I think I will include a meeting between the King and Jane. I hope you are enjoying the story so far.