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[quiasocrates]

thcmosthappy:

LIAR!

This simple maid would regret the day that she dare cross, Anne. This charade she put forth was fooling no one, least of all her. She saw right through the woman; she WAS this Jane Seymour not too long ago. She would not become her predecessor. She was Anne Boleyn, true wife to Henry and the Queen of England. She would not so easily let this meek woman usurp her.

Anne’s slender fingers found the necklace around Lady Jane’s throat. It was altogether too flashy for the blonde. It made her look as if she was compensating for a lack of something. Anne figured it was intelligence, but if she was making the moves on her husband, she could not be so sure.

One palm resting on her round stomach the other on the gems. Dark eyes made contact with Jane’s light ones before fingers gripped the jewelry tight in her hand and ripped it from her neck. It used to be that Anne’s neck was the only one Henry would adorn with jewels.

“You are a simple woman, Lady Jane. Listen to this: Stay far away from my husband or you will find yourself in a fate worse than death.” She whispered, a twisted smile upon her lips. “You may think that his affection will last, but you forget sweet Jane; I am his wife. I am the Queen. I carry a son that will lead England into a golden world. My daughter is an inexplicable beauty. She will bring men to their knees. I am the protector. Not only for my children but for my husband.”

She threw the gems in the hearth, “You are not worth it.”

The Queen was known for her games of cunning and ruses.  She had waged a war with the efforts of her brother and father over the King’s marital bed and she had won, discarding Queen Katherine in the process and seizing the affection of His Majesty. Jane, though not entirely uninterested, saw what little respect she had for Anne seep away as Katherine died without justice, and without title, in Kimbolton; the Princess Mary all but exiled in squalor. But she had not given the King a son; she had not given England what would fulfill its purpose, and Princess Elizabeth was no heir.

“Your Majesty, I–”

Jane saw the jewels betwixt her Majesty’s fingertips before she felt the raw metal rip from her neck. With a breathy gasp she lifted a hand to her throat, creamy complexion now flamed and irritated, her skin bare and without pomp. But her expression did not betray Jane’s placidness, and she could only swallow thickly, with some apprehension still indentured to her gaze, as the courtiers surrounding Anne’s throne looked on at the dispute to which Jane was a mute participant.

“Your Majesty is misinformed. I am an unmarried woman, your grace, and I would not mar my honor for an Emperor, or a King. The jewels were a gift, and of no consequence to me.”  Though as she spoke she could feel the dismay rise in her white throat. Only a gift, indeed, but it had been a very precious gift to Jane. She had been overlooked for all her five and twenty years, save for the eye of the King of England. She was foolish to accept the gift, and allowed her fingertips to run across the small red line where it had once rested.

Jane visibly winced, fear growing in the bourns of her very marrow as her head bent in deference. “And lest the King’s honor fall below suspicion, for which there is no reason, I beg your Majesty to accept my vindication of any wrongdoing or misconduct. I am a humble woman, called to serve you, and that is the extent of my devotion to the King.”  

“I believe the King an estimable man. If his association with my father and myself is unwelcome to the Queen then I will refuse it going forward.”

[quiasocrates]

andmondroit:

beautiful, fair jane. she was the woman who had sewn the broken halves of his heart together again, and renewed his soul. he stopped walking, if only to turn to her, his hand meeting her cheek. “i will come to you tonight, then. i will always ask, for i would never inconvenience you or press myself upon you unduly.” gentle fingers tipped her chin up, leaning down. “perhaps tonight we will conceive a boy, my love,” he breathed into her soft lips, before pressing a gentle kiss upon them.

             She too halted in her tracks,  the hem of her gowns sashaying as His Majesty stepped before her and placed strong digits flush against her cheek,  alabaster flesh turned roseate.  ❛  And I would not dare inconvenience you in denying my king his conjugal rite,  ❜  She spoke levelly,  her words albeit rehearsed still felt keenly,  sparked somewhere in the depths of her soul  –  a singular location she had not bothered to rummage through before her marriage.  Henry had ignited something... sentimental within her... that had not been there previously,  or had simply been defunct.  ❛  Perhaps,  ❜   Jane murmured,  his breath hot upon her cupid’s bow as his mouth covered her own.  ❛  I will pray for it.  That and your hurried arrival into my arms.   ❜  The spoken odes of love caused her to wince inwardly,  awaiting his reception to her uncommon ardor.  ❛  Oh!  Henry,  look this way.  The roses have begun to bud again.  ❜

[quiasocrates]

bxrnqueen:

             A breath is taken in, how could she deny the queen such a task? Mary would be lying to herself is she said she did not agree with the others. Her father’s record was unwavering in wives and children. It was only a wonder he doted on her half-brother Henry so. He was a son but not the heir he wished for from his queen. Giving a gentle nod, she was unsure what she could possibly say to ease her own mind. Jane had been so kind and understanding with her, like no other had. “Of course, Your Majesty.” She replies softly and she would pray, for the unborn son of the king and for Jane. She wasn’t entirely sure what she would do without her, without the kindness she has given and shown her.

               ❛  Now come,  lady Mary,  there are so many other things to celebrate.  I would like to ask how your stay has been,  and I hope that the women I appointed to your bedchamber were satisfactory?  ❜  The Queen quirked a fair brow as she moved away from her step-daughter,  returning to the stitch work in hand.  In truth,  there was only so much talk of her impending fate she could tolerate,  knowing her favor would glide only one of two ways.  That she appointed women to Lady Mary’s chamber who were previously in favor with Queen Katherine was not lost on her enemies.  She needed a son to secure her position so that she could advance her beloved ones into positions of prosperity and comfort,  and that she – and other followers of the faith – could worship without fear of political condemnation.  ❛  The new tapestry was a gift to your father from Cleves.  ❜

[songforeverything]

[bxrnqueen]

You think you know a story, but you only know how it ends. To get to the heart of the story, you have to go back to the beginning. However, of all losses time is the most irrecuperable for it can never be redeemed.

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[quiasocrates]

apologies for not being here,  everyone !  i was admitted into the hospital with some chest problems,  i’m okay now  –––  but i’m under watch so i won’t be up to much tomfoolery for the next few days.  thanks for your patience!

[quiasocrates]

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[quiasocrates]

apologies for not being here,  everyone !  i was admitted into the hospital with some chest problems,  i’m okay now  –––  but i’m under watch so i won’t be up to much tomfoolery for the next few days.  thanks for your patience!

[quiasocrates]

apologies for not being here,  everyone !  i was admitted into the hospital with some chest problems,  i’m okay now  –––  but i’m under watch so i won’t be up to much tomfoolery for the next few days.  thanks for your patience!

[quiasocrates]

thcmosthappy:

Anne’s own heart had left her. Her sweet daughter Elizabeth had once again returned to Hatfield. Her husband had insisted on less frequent visits of their daughter to which Anne could only assume was due to his wavering moods and disappointment in a lack of an heir. It seemed more and more that he was punishing her for delivering not a boy, but a girl.

This odd behavior of her husband was not unnoticed. Anne had seen the way he looked at Mistress Seymour, and she despised her for it. She was pale and weak looking. To Anne, she had the spirit and nature of a mouse, meek and ever so annoying. She knew that Jane Seymour was receiving gifts from The King; she made no effort to hide it. The jewels dangling around her neck. It sickened Anne immensely. Still, she had a child to worry about. A babe that grew in her womb.

“Yes, Lady Seymour. But first- tell me where it is that you got such a beautiful necklace.” Anne put on the falsest smile she could muster and beckoned the blond to her. It was gawdy and altogether too flashy. It was if her husband had exhausted all the tasteful jewels in the kingdom. 

“Surely you must be courted by a nobleman. A duke perhaps? Or a Viscount?” Her eyes scanned her lady, waiting for her to confess to her crimes.

        Jane was truly pleased to be at court.  Wulfhall was the nursery of her childhood and the bed of all youthful dreams,  but she was no longer a child and no longer yearned for the sanctity of the English manor.  Court excited her,  as it did every fair-headed maiden,  and her placement in the Queen’s entourage of women was not one she assumed lightly.  She had previously been employed by the Queen Katharine,  and subsequently Queen Anne,  finding the shift of power most distressing to her personal loyalties and deep-running faith.  But Jane was bound to serve and obey,  and despite being a tempered woman on occasion the new Queen’s demands were not altogether unreasonable given the standard of her rank.  

Her queries,  however,  nudged Jane to a place of uncertainty and irresolute resolve.   Her fingers yearned to reach out and caress the soft jewels wound about her neck.  Though she had returned most of the King’s gifts and warded off advances to sup together,  she had retained one article of affection alone and it had been the pendant strung around her slender white throat.  It was too admirable to be returned,  worn by a woman of inviolable chastity.  She had hoped to act discreetly,  but the Queen’s dark eyes observed her with hawk-like precision and she was soon discovered to be sporting it,  and admiring it frequently.

❛  It was a gift,  your Majesty,   ❜  she remarked simply,  her light eyes lifting to regard Anne with glacial respect and an even temperament.  ❛  No.  I’m afraid a Dukedom would be undue for a woman of the gentry.  I’m not of a mind to be courted,  in any event.  Another glass of ale,  my lady ?  ❜

[quiasocrates]

MULTI  -  MUSE  WRITTEN BY D FEATURING CHARLES BRANDON,  DUKE OF SUFFOLK,  AND JANE SEYMOUR QUEEN OF ENGLAND.

[quiasocrates]

andmondroit:

“you need not ask forgiveness, nor grovel, jane. you are already forgiven.” he laid his hand over hers, keeping her hand on his arm where he loved it to be, and turned his head to smile for her and only her. his golden, beautiful wife. things had been renewed under her love, and he would do well to heed her more often… when it found it reasonable. “i know it, for i too long for you when i am too far from you. your laugh, your smiles, they are the kindest gifts you could give me.” he patted her hand, before looking on ahead as they walked. “may i come to your bed this evening?”

        A blush fanned across Jane’s fair cheeks as she grinned toward her royal husband,  her shoulder slightly leaning into him.  She held his fingertips with tender affection,  his warm hand placed atop her smaller one.  She heeded well his declaration,  enjoying the brisk air of the afternoon dew as they stepped into the lush gardens,  and stepped in line with a renewed sense of dignity.  The king desired her –––– her father’s opponents were gone.  She would bear a son.  She had no reason to worry.  Or so she sorely hoped.  ❛  They are given unquestionably,  my lord.  It is my greatest delight to see you pleased with me,  which I hope to do often,  ❜  she spoke softly,  fair brows risen into her hairline for a beat before her features cleared of emotion except for peacefulness.  ❛  If you wish it,  sire,  I should be happy to oblige the comfort of my King.  I’ve grown to miss you in the hours of your absence,  though I understand the necessity.  But,  if I may,  you need not ask.  I am not of a mind to deny your company.  ❜  

[quiasocrates]

@thcmosthappy starter.

       The interior of Queen Anne’s apartments were somber and cold without music playing,  cards being dealt,  and wine being poured.  The Princess Elizabeth had only recently departed to the estate of Hatfield House, whilst her royal mother and father remained at Greenwich Palace,   leaving Anne Boleyn in what Jane could only assume would be a glum humour.  Still,  the Queen’s courtiers delighted her with sewing,  prayers,  and recent news of court,  whilst Jane watched on with a narrowed gaze until being called upon.  ❛  Your Majesty.  Lady Jane informs me that the Viscount Rochford requests an audience.  Would you like me to permit it ?  ❜

[quiasocrates]

@irritablefacade liked for a STARTER.

        The weather was not particularly forgiving,  true to London’s famed epithet.  Katherine was waiting outside her mother’s office building with a coffee mug wedged in between gloved fingertips,  when she noted Brian walking up the curb with his hands in his pockets  -  ten minutes late,  true to what Ambrosia had warned her about.  ❛  I hope you don’t make all your girlfriend’s sisters wait this long.  You are on thin ice. ❜

[itsthesmallthing]

[quiasocrates]

like for a starter from one of my ORIGINAL CHARACTERS  –––––  please specify muse especially if you are a multi-muse yourself !  if you’re unsure of what muse to go with,  feel free to message me and we can plot something.

[quiasocrates]

like for a starter from one of my ORIGINAL CHARACTERS  –––––  please specify muse especially if you are a multi-muse yourself !  if you’re unsure of what muse to go with,  feel free to message me and we can plot something.