MILK & HONEY

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I’ll be looking out for replies to my character from previous posts on this account, but I’ll be doing all my replies on @scymours. I needed to take Janey off a sideblog because I’m going to be dropping Clemence who was on the primary. 

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— DAVID LINDSAY.

david noticed the embarrassment, years of observing people and nobility carefully has made him read body language so easily even at this time of the night. “ fresh air can do wonders for troubled minds, can it not? ” he spoke bowing is head ever so slightly. “ i had a rough day, sleep does not come easy to a still working mind. so i sought fresh air as well. ” it was freezing outside, the thin linen shirt he wore underneath his thick furr coat barely helped with keeping him warm.

“ may i join you, lady seymour? ” he thought it important to know who was at court and when he finally could notice some features in the cool and pale moonlight it was definitely the sweet lady jane. “ i will keep this a secret if you allow me to escort you back to your chambers once you have sought enough fresh air for the night, merely for your safety. ” the earl of crawford spoke, his scottish accent rolling of the tongue.

        The appearance of another reminded Jane that she had simply thrown a thick damask robe over her nightgown, hair already tumbling from the braid which had been put into her hair when it had been a more reasonable hour. She was in no state to see anyone, but Jane could not move from her spot. Her breathing had barely started to regulate, and she was still thinking about the traitor who had been killed. 

❛   Of course, my lord. I appreciate your discretion, my brothers would not take kindly to hearing that I was wandering outside at this unreasonable hour,   ❜  she smiles, motioning to the vacant space beside her. Jane had not heard much about the Earl of Crawford, but that was no surprise. She was never well-versed in courtly gossip.  ❛   You may, of course, walk me back to my chambers if that is the price of your secrecy.   ❜  She could already hear Edward ranting in her ear, should he hear of it. No, it was better to not say anything.  ❛   Have you been at court long, my Lord Crawford?   ❜

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— EDWARD SEYMOUR .

                            Edward felt a certain responsibility in rearing the Seymour brood in the wake of their father’s demise many moons ago, and where he saw a staggering failure in his brother Nicholas, bottled up like Venetian wine, he envisioned a great potentiality in Jane; a mathematical ambition designed to obsessive perfection within the chambers of his mind. Indeed Jane, the mild-mannered steel magnolia who could not glean the wrath of her peers if she attempted to –––– the overlooked Seymour ––– with a target stamped on her forehead. Her birth scarcely scratched the footnotes of the Seymour’s archives, and yet Edward was of a mind to move her as a pawn in whatever direction he wished, with a sure-footedness that her peaceable disposition and fair, if not modest, beauty would propel her into positions of prestige. It did not matter his opinion of her character, only that she was his kin by blood, and he intended to work the Seymour family to his satisfaction where his father failed to. 

A crooked, easily misconstrued, grin touched his lips as Jane summoned him from across the ballroom. Promptly he turned away from the coterie of noblemen he integrated himself among, conversing about nothing and yet everything; the details of such conversations Edward strove endlessly to occlude Jane from. “I haven’t gone anywhere, dove.” A flicker of irritation kindled in his eyes. She’d interrupted, but it was not that. Image was everything to Edward, it ranked well above gentility and kindness and it would behoove his sister to remember that as he subjected her with a gaze that was known to cause his sisters to shrink under its weight. His words left an impression of being less than, an effect Edward had refined in his six and thirty years, as his tone assumed a demeaning quality that sent shivers through weaker company. 

“Have you been drinking?” 

           In the unfortunate and everlasting absence of her beloved father following his untimely death, Edward had taken up the mantle of being the man in charge. Jane was his responsibility until she was married and then she would become her husband’s responsibility. She had long ago accepted that her wishes were secondary to the demands of her family, of the man in charge. Lately, she felt as though Edward's care for her had lessened. She hoped that it was not the case. No matter the mood or decisions of her brothers, she always cherished them for they were pillars of support for her, even before she was born.

It was like she was being reprimanded, a young girl being scolded for stepping out of line. But she was mild-mannered and obedient, she never stepped out of line.  ❛ Only a little. I have had no more than one cup,  ❜  she responded dumbfounded, placing the metal goblet on the table. She looked up at her older brow, a wrinkle in her brow as she frowned.  ❛ Have I done something wrong, Edward?  ❜

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— MATTIAS AZAROLA .

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Matty had been wandering, looking for someone pretty to at the very least flirt with, if not bring to bed, when he spotted her from a slight distance. He continued walking toward her, just barely bumping into her. “I beg your forgiveness, my lady,” he said, bowing. “I am afraid that your beauty distracted me so much that I did not pay attention to where I was going.”

        Janey had been swaying to the music, her mind elsewhere as she gave little thought to the people around her. It startled her to feel another nudge against her. Cheeks grew hot, a bold blush taking over her features as she heard the man’s words.   ❛   You are a flatterer, sir.  ❜ Smooth words often came from gentleman at court, but she had not yet grown accustomed to them.

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— DAVID LINDSAY.

david was not able to sleep, turning and tossing in the sheets of the matress that was too soft.  he laid awake starring at the ceiling, nothing but darkness as he ragged himself out of the warm comfort of his sheets and threw on his cloak. perhaps a walk in the gardens and cool air could heal his throbbing head from repeating useless memories. cold air hit his face as he took in a deep breath, yes were closed before they saw a clear night sky above him. soon, spring would blossom again an it ould fill the garden with more than just him at this hour.

walking for a little he came across a bench, wind blowling cold an freezigly through the hair of a woman she saw sitting there. he approached her, quite concerned. “ my lady. —– ” his voice quite, rough from exhaustion. “ it is quite late ot be out here on your own. – are you well? ”

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         It was not entirely proper for her to wander about the castle at the witching hour, but Jane had been terribly restless. Perhaps, it was largely due to the fact that she had seen an execution and her young, feminine sensibilities did not accommodate such a thing. Her elder siblings may have expected something so shocking from court, but her twenty years in the comfort of Wolf-Hall had not prepared her. Jane sat perched on a bench, a fur-lined cloak protecting her from the ice winds.

 ❛   I appreciate your concern, my lord. I sought fresh air,   ❜  she answered both quietly and politely, a little embarrassed to be found out. Her brothers would likely call her foolish, irresponsible, she did not know what dear Elizabeth would say. But she hoped that Alastrine would understand.  ❛   What do you seek in the darkness, my lord?  ❜

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— CAELAN MADDOX.

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Having drilled the guards for hours upon hours since getting out, openly questioning their judgement and common sense of protocol in not checking with their captain before following through with the lockdown at court, Caelan was exhausted, knowing that he would have to keep an eye on them to make sure that they did not do anything idiotic considering it would be his responsibility to ensure that old protocols would be changed. He was just glad that the old protocols at least allowed them to secure the castle, with the single casualty, and the fact that his majesty King Henry had not been harmed, he knew it could have been much worse.

Standing on the balcony he watched as his soldiers went through the several battle formations, repeating the movements as he and the higher ranking officials called out orders. He felt a presence behind him, but did not flinch. Caelan’s body remained as solid as it had been for the past hour, light eyes fixated on the men as he yelled out “And again!” unhappy with the speed that they were going through the formations. “If you don’t drill it into them they’ll never learn.”he explained to whoever it was behind him, “Was there anything I can help you with…?” he asked, turning now to face the person who’d joined him on the balcony.

         Despite the continuous and biting chill of winter, Jane felt a creeping warmth spreading over her body. She hoped that an illness was not about to strike! There had been far too many unnerving things happening at court, which made her miss the comfort and safety of her home Wolf Hall. There was little chance of her returning to it soon, considering the plans which the ruling members of House Seymour had for her. But how she wished to run in the fields like a  common country girl, unburdened from the horrors which she had heard and seen.

Jane walks out onto the balcony, glad of the fresh air. She had not intended to disturb the captain, she only wished to escape the stuffy confines of her chambers.  ❛  Forgive me for interrupting, captain. I was not in need of anything, only the clean air.  ❜

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— NICHOLAS SEYMOUR .

     “That may be so,” Nicholas took another drink, not to be satisfied until the world was nothing but blotches of color before his eyes, “But–perhaps the merriment of the evening hasn’t gotten to you enough, my dearest Janey.” 

     Even if his brother had a special, rotten place in his heart, Nicholas could rightfully claim Jane as a dear sibling. If Edward was the dung on his boot, Jane was the sun on his face. He may have been particularly emotional, given how much ale he’d already downed that night, but no matter. He stumbled from his seat, catching himself on the table, just once, before making his way over to his younger sister, “Come, dance with me Jane! Play something merry, go, go!” 

          ❛   Do not let Edward hear you say such a thing, for he would scold me for feeling any merriment,  ❜  Jane gasped, although there was little horror to the way she spoke. It was easy to love her family, she always had. But Nicholas was far easier to converse with, she had long decided. Both brothers were dear to her, but Edward controlled her future and therefore took things more seriously - not that she could blame him after the death of father.

  ❛   Very well! I shall never deny a dance,   ❜  she gleamed at him, grasping the skirts of her gown and twirling them gracefully. Her brother was certainly merry with the ale, but it mattered not. Everyone appeared to be in high spirits and therefore did not care about a man stumbling about. 

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— MARK SMEATON.

          Panic rose within her chest, the shell of her palms sweating as she clenched them together in desperation. Before arriving at court she did not know what dangers lurked behind dark corners and even worse, what threats lay there in the light of day. The more time that passes, the more Jane had come to understand that palaces were not places of Utopia, but instead a playground for the cunning and belligerent. 

Never in her life had she been confined to one area before, placed on lockdown without any knowledge of her family. That was the true worry, the one that led her to despair. A gentleman had died and she did not know the whereabouts of her family. Losing her father had been heartbreaking, but to lose another would be too much for her to bear. 

Jane glanced at the man who she shared the confined space with, a familiar face that could be recalled alongside the memory of too many cups of wine. ❛   I do hope that they will allow us to depart from these quarters soon. My nerves have been shaken by this tragic occasion and I hope for the comfort of my family.   ❜

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— NICHOLAS SEYMOUR .

     “When he was just young chap, he liked to run all over the place stark naked–always naked! And one day, down by the creek, a snake jumped from the ground and bit him,” Nicholas had to pause, for he was laughing too hard, as was the group around him. It could have been from the abundance of ale, but the youngest Seymour brother liked to think it was from his tale of wit and humor. A companion slapped him on the shoulder, and he sputtered a wheezing chuckle, taking a swig of ale, “Right on the arse.”

           ❛   Quite the tale, my dear brother  ❜  Jane responded humorlessly, taking a sip from her wine goblet. It was not that the lady was without the ability to laugh, she merely questioned the stock of the story. Seriousness turned into a grin on her face, a small melodic laugh released before she took yet another sip of her wine. Jane was well used to the her brother’s tales and despite her best efforts, found them more entertaining than she should for a lady of her breeding.  ❛   The merriment of the evening has gotten to you, Nicholas   ❜ 

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— ISABELLA OF LORRAINE .

Crystal blue eyes bore into the silver goblet of wine in her hand. The red liquid, which at the beginning of the evening had been so very tempting, now made her nose turn up in disgust at the very scent of it. Her head ached profusely behind her eyes, and her tongue felt thick. Perhaps listening to Jacqueline her handmaiden would have been wise, rather than giving her a pointed look and ignoring the seemingly wise advice the woman had to offer. 

Instead, Isabelle now sat on the sill of a window, unsure of where her rooms quite were, and not particularly under the impression that even if she knew where they were, that she could get there without either being ill, or stumbling. Her first night in English court and she had gotten tipsy on wine; her mother would be horrified. 

The red haired young woman grimaced at her goblet and placed it down beside her, as she tilted her head back, trying to alleviate the ache in her head with the cool stone. When that didn’t seem to help, she opened the window a crack, and shivered at the breeze that eased through. “It seems as if I’ve had a little too much to drink, Jacqueline.” She stated the moment she heard footsteps, only to turn and furrow her brow as she noticed that it was indeed not the handmaiden she’d had from childhood coming to retrieve her. 

Isabelle sat up slightly, her mothers voice echoing in her head as she did so. “Y-you must excuse me, I thought you were someone else, I am very sorry.” 

              The day had not been kind to her. Her desire was to remain in good spirits despite the crackle in he throat and the ache in her head, yet, Jane felt weighed down by the oncoming illness which would have seen her retire to her chambers, if not for enthusiastic encouragement of her brother Nicholas to stay longer. In spite of the positive arrangements which had been made between her father and Francis Russell, she was still being pushed to make a positive and permanent impression upon the Tudor court. 

At first, Jane did not notice that she was drifting to sleep until she felt the nudge of an elbow against her side. Bleary eyes fluttered, a suppressed groan stifled behind her curled fist, which pressed against the padding of her lips. The golden haired lady needed to get into the comfort of her bed and sleep away the cold. 

Rising from her spot, Jane walked wearily through the corridor until she unexpectedly encountered another with body angled towards the cool breeze from the open window. She did not know of this Jacqueline which the lady spoke of, so she merely smiled with politeness.  ❛   Do not be troubled, my lady. The hour is late and we need not judge ones weariness.  ❜

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— ANTOINE DE CONDE .

“why, I myself do not consider More’s Utopia to be imbalanced.” the ambassador’s hands hitched upwards, then fell back at his sides once again, an assertive gesture which steered clear from being deemed provocative. all his mannerisms were just so, placating even in the midst of debate, half-molded into a readiness to give way. irregardless of what he uttered, posture and amiability acted as waylayers for verbalized (as well as witheld) opinions. if they had penned old Warwick as eminence grise, and that title was something all diplomats coveted, he himself would be a rather colorful peacemaker. it portruded in unbending contrast against whatever his country’s reputation bade for him, like a testimony other men make in your stead. “it has some strong points, granted, but I wouldn’t gaol it under charges of naivete, nor lyricism. besides, doesn’t the Praise act as an apologie for those faults already?”

            ❛   I have never really given it much thought  ❜  Within the stone comfort of Wolfhall, Jane had heard her father mention the tale of Utopia. Her understanding of it was limited, but then she had never been well-read. All of her education came from her mother and what she received revolved more around sewing and dancing, than reading. But her father encouraged it a little, enough for Jane to be able to read and write a letter. As the ambassador continued to speak, Jane realised that she did not wholly understand what he was saying, so she remained silent and merely listened.