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Henry Carey, 18, Gentleman of the Court. Dependent Blog for Tudorhqs. ____ In order to achieve anything, you must be brave enough to fail.

[henry-carey]

The young man hesitated in his answer, not really wishing to admit he had accompanied his mother, but not wish to lie to this man. “ I have come alone, for the most part. I do not believe I have crossed paths with such a woman, though my attention was possibly elsewhere if I did. ” He was trying to keep his answers ambiguous and diplomatic, but he had been hoping for a night where he could relax and not worry about such things. Most of his time was spent studying politics, history, and stratagem and had been since the passing of his father, making him the man of the family and the one whose shoulders the Carey name needed to be carried up in the world upon. “Tell me, what makes this woman such a muse to you? As that is the only term I can think of that would do justice to your apparent devotion to her beauty.”

[musingsofsky]

     i want to love somebody but i DON’T KNOW HOW.

[camelliaxaltier]

Though a book laid open in her lap, Mell’s mind was elsewhere. Although she was barely 18, she had already begun to feel the pressure to find a suitable match. If her father had his way, she would be married to the first wealthy man that expressed interest in, much like her sister had. But Mell did not want someone who valued her solely for her pretty face. She yearned for something else, not romance, but for someone who valued her intelligence above all else. She was disturbed from her thoughts by someone speaking. “Utopia, written by Thomas More,” she said, assuming that they had asked the title of the nearly forgotten book. 

[henry-carey]

“Quite an interesting read, if I do say so myself.” Any book was enough to catch his attention. “I’d be quite willing to discuss the finer points with you as I often like a second opinion and a fresh perspective when regarding works of writing, especially ones with so much popularity as this one seems to have gleaned,” the young man offered. It took him a few moments to realize it probably came out as quite forward and a light blush blossomed upon his cheeks. “Only if you so wish to, of course.”

[henry-carey]

There were two reasons Hal seldom attended these events, despite being able to engage in conversation easily. He preferred to study, and he was an absolute lightweight. On top of that he always had to prove his point when he was tipsy. And the Carey boy was far past tipsy. “Is it not though, m’lady ? It is a topic that has long since been argued by even the most notable of scholars,” the young man continued to try and argue his point and was about to take another swig of his wine when he noted his hand was now empty. He blinked, then shrugged. “Maybe you’d prefer to argue the legitimacy of Alexander the Great’s reign?” 

[rpmusings-galore]

                they dropped the world on your shoulders and called you ATLAS

                                   ——- how long can you hold the weight? 

[quotespile]

“But inside us there is a word we cannot pronounce and that is who we are.”

— Anthony Marra, A Constellation Of Vital Phenomena

[henry-carey]

“Every king does run the risk of being seen in an unfavourable light by his subjects. But people are fickle enough where even the most benevolent king can tip the scales against himself or the most tyrannical one have the nation adore him,” the Carey reasoned. “And of course yes,” he said in between taking drinks from his goblet, “it is highly likely it is a display of power, wealth and taste for the social spies and visiting personage. England cannot appear weak and a shift in power or crowning of a new king is often when a kingdom will be struck.”

Hal had spent much of the past few years waiting for a chance to gain favour himself, though he had always thought it would have been under Henry VIII, god rest his soul. It made him almost hesitant now as he did not want to appear to be taking advantage of the young royal. But such was chance and what is life but chance and seizing what you can from it ?

He continued to regard his companion with a studious eye, gathering details and hints. He was fairly sure he knew her identity, but also did not wish to spoil her fun. 

[henry-carey]

“One may say it is a desire. A desire I had as a child to be an elven king. A desire to bring forth a smile to my mother’s face as it was indeed made for my own father for a similar occasion many a year ago,” the young man responded. “There are no other desires, if you were insinuating there were some. My loyalty is solidly with my king, my only hope is someday I may be so blessed as to assist him in any way within my ability. So, yes. It is merely for costume purposes.” Young he may be, and more skilled as scholar than warrior, but any need his king may have he would fill, whichever school of ability it may fall under.  

“However, this is not a night for politics, but rather one for festivities, and love. Pray, tell me m’lord, are you here with a special someone?”

[henry-carey]

Hal turned towards the new voice, welcome to an opinion that at least seemed to consider possible options. “It is feasible one such thing could be designed. You would, of course have to take in several obstacles into account before such a feat could even be attempted. Most notably how to engineer an entire ship to with stand the force of a catapult swinging forward without it overturning the ship, and how to store enough ammunition to make the whole journey worthwhile. And they are not light. or small. You’d have to give up space for sailors to account for projectiles. In my opinion, a stealth operation based more upon subversion would work better to overturn the government and pit the people against each other. No society can run if everyone is at each other,” the curly haired young man returned, most likely rambling. It was a topic that had inspired him as a lad, despite the actually reality of such a place ever having existed being dubious at best.

[henry-carey]

~|~ OPEN ~|~

The night’s festivities were well under way, hours had passed, as had several goblets of wine. Spiced wine, foreign wine, traditional wine. And Hal had had some of each. “I do protest, m’good sir ! There is no way such a plan of attack could ever have succeed in conquering Atlantis ! It was supposed to be a sea culture surrounded by water, how would you have gotten catapults all the way out there ? ”

[ghcstofyou]

it was not difficult in the slightest for kit to get her name on an invitation to the masquerade. her vast wealth and the ability to be quite charming when she needed to be had granted her entrance into the inner circle of the court, enough so that an invitation would only seem commonplace, perhaps even impertinent if it were missing. of course, she had stolen away only the finest fabrics for herself, her seamstresses working tirelessly to create a gown that mirrored the night sky so succinctly that she felt like the queen of the night. her headdress, adorned with enough jewels to be considered a crown and silk flowers as finely crafted as the real ones, lay heavy on her head like a diadem of the stars, but the weight was nothing. she luxuriated in the anonymity granted by the navy mask as she entered the ball.

soon, she had a drink on her hand and was milling about. some were easy to identify, mostly the men. the duke of warwick and his exceptional height. the princess of france with her hair of fire. the king himself. some, though, she could only identify by their dress or jewels, items she had sold, betraying their identity. you would be hard pressed to find a soul in this room not displaying an article of her empire. she eventually settled herself near the band, enjoying the music. she found herself next to a courtier, and she thought it might be fun if she did not try to glean their identity. “what a wonderful spectacle, is it not? i see no expense was spared.” she said idly, turning towards the person nearest.

[henry-carey]

“ Should an expense been spared? I do think the whole point of the event was to be ostentatious in every manner. ” The young man looked his new companion up and down, gathering information as he noticed details and style that could lend him clues as to who was behind the mask. The absolute eloquence and vast amount of luxurious fabrics was in itself a hint. There were not so many with bountiful enough wealth to warrant such a gown. And most of the frequenters of court he had been able to recognize by stature and gait alone.

He himself had not done so much to hide his identity, he had not done so much more than don a mask and reuse a costume crown his own father had once worn to a similar event. Though he doubted he was well enough known around for people to recognize him regardless.

[mariosavorgnano]

By now, the people around him had blurred into a whirring mass of color and texture, drunk not only on the fine Italian wine he made certain was supplied for the evening, but on life itself, as if the sight of blood spilled during the joust reminded everyone how desperately mortal they all were. Mortality, as he knew, could be a difficult pill to swallow, and the elite were so frequently ignorant of it until it was fresh at their feet. Mario watched with eager eyes as they danced with each other, kissed each other, loved each other, each action accompanied by its own corresponding hunger, prompted by the innumerable mysteries left just out of reach, behind each person’s mask. 

All the King’s feasts might have been heavenly, but it was this sight of the courtiers so blessedly undone that was the true food of the gods, and when Mario turned to join in the bacchanal, his eyes rested on the sight of another, and he wondered if they’d taste like sweet summer wine or an exotic fruit of the East, or some other delicacy presented throughout the evening. They could be friend, foe, lover, or family – it was all the same to Mario in this state, drunk on the waxing ecstasy that filled the room and emboldened even the shyest of courtiers. 

“If tonight was your last, would you die happily as your costume?” The question left his lips as quickly as a wicked smile took its place, lips spread like the flesh and bone next to him was both kin and prey in equal measure.

[henry-carey]

Hal was never one to frequent social gatherings, but he was having a fairly good time nonetheless. He had even had an opportunity at one point to show of his skill with the harp, a talent most of his peers had heretofore been unaware of.  The question from the man however took him quite off guard. “ Do you mean to inquire if I’d feel a fool dying in a costume in a crowd of people or are you more asking if I would be happy to turn into whom I am clothed as before death ? ” 

Indeed he would not begrudge being turned into Oberon the fairy king. He was a supporting hero in one of his favourite epic songs, ‘ Les Prouesses et faitz du noble Huon de Bordeaux ‘. 

“ I might turn that question back upon yourself, good sir. Would you die happily as yours ? Or indeed any ? ”

[henry-carey]

[henry-carey]

☆ ━ ━ OUT OF THE WAY ! can’t you see HENRY CAREY, a GENTLEMAN coming this way ?  I hear HE is STEADFAST, but also SPOILED. HE seems to remind everyone of CRUNCHING SNOW, RIPPLES ON A POND, .&. CLINKING METAL. hopefully one day HE will succeed in HIS ambition to BECOME AN ADVISER TO THE KING, but then again, the court is a dangerous place. one can only hope HE will keep HIS head…( TOBY REGBO )━ ━ ☆

Hello! I’m Siege and this is Henry Carey, Son of Mary Carey. (And also my real-life ancestor so I’m excited !!)

Henry does mean well, he has a pleasant disposition and despite being only 18 is already looking for ways to get into the kings favor. Henry (or Hal to family and friends) will be supremely loyal to anyone he attaches to and can be counted on to do what he needs. He received an excellent education from a very well known monastery but is looking forward to his return to the gaiety of court. He is well rounded and enjoys sports as well as studies, a fact that he hopes will only help him in his ambitions.

He is fond of his mother and will try to do what he can to keep her in favour, though he can be somewhat distant at times.

[waitingforthefireflies]

#me

[henry-carey]

“Yes indeed, the Boleyns were quite close to your father the king. My mother was incredibly so, but I myself never saw him more than fleetingly in person,” the younger replied, tossing a few more coins upon the pile of currency. This conversation seemed to be leering towards the ever lasting question courtiers and nobility seemed to have about his legitimacy. One may think he would be well used to it by now but it continually irked him more and more. “I know mother still holds a place for your father, even if they had been separate from each other many a year even before his death, may he rest in peace.

[regbooooo]