Her heart quickened once she met with the Courtenay son, or now was it the patriarch? So tainted was his family name, even with the acquittal, that Ursula felt her heart shiver in anticipation. Alas, she knew that the only way to bolster a new, smarter rebellion was through their Plantagenet blood - that was, perhaps till she found a better way. When sidestepping her husband’s presence and the overlooking eye of the King’s inner spies, Ursula caught the Count of Devon within the Entrance Hall's grand ceiling - wooden beams holding the heavens upright, providing the semblance of privacy for each noble present at the centre of the Tudor’s heart.
Having shared a string of letters full to the brim with secrets and motivated plans, Ursula knew all too well the consequences of plotting against the monarch - but what was at stake? Religion itself and the future of England seemed to teeter on the edge, and she could not stand by for a moment longer.
A good Catholic, the Countess of Pembroke put her hand between them to stop him in his tracks, her spine straight and proper before she met Nicholas’ eye in a quick flash of eyelids. “I cannot be long, my husband will be waiting for me,” she snapped, not bothering to wait for an answer as her eyes went behind the Earl, searching the nearest exit route. “Did you et my letters this Summer? Do you understand what I need?” @colofdevon