😣 a starter for magnificent @lentelente . it is a dream coming true roleplaying with you. I am a big fan of your blog.
This was the time when people feared for their lives. Lady Margaret Beaufort was just a young woman not many worried about at that time. Married to the King`s brother, Edmund Tudor. Liselotte was appointed to be her lady-in-waiting when she was just a year older than the bride herself. When she was just twelve she watched her standing in front of the window, watching him. He was a grown up man, handsome surely but so strong and tall. Liselotte came on her tiptoes. She stood next to Lady Margaret. Liselotte was a daughter of a very rich Welsh merchant, not long ago granted a lordship and given a land in the North of Wales. Now two girls were standing there, watching two men getting closer and closer to the gates. One of them was Edmund Tudor, the other his brother Jasper. Liselotte, instinctively, put a hand on Margaret´s shoulder. Perhaps they both knew what was coming next but she could sense a sense of trembling that came from the little shoulders standing next to her. The girls were called to dine with the men. Liselotte was not allowed to be in such high company so she dined separately and called to the Lady´s room after the supper was over. Liselotte knew did it mean. It all happened a month ago when the indication that Margaret became a woman was clear. She came into the room to do her duty of undressing the heavy dress and unpinning the complicated hairstyle. ¨My lady¨ she whispered as she watched the young girl sitting on the floor, scratching her hands until they bled and breathing heavily. She could barely move, that was clear. Her hair was already undone, messily so though. ¨Lady Margaret, Lady Margaret you must breathe! Please breathe!” she was hyperventilating, too much air, too much dust, too much darkness. Her eyes were looking from one side to the other. She was mumbling something but Liselotte could not understand. ¨It will be alright, it will be alright.¨She hugged her, hugged her as if she was hugging her own sister. Hugged her so tightly as if the world was going to go away. How badly she wanted to save her. And here they were again. Liselotte was helping her undress, she was helping her to get ready for another betrothal and this time it was going to be different wasn´t it? She squeezed her Lady´s hand. ¨It is going to be alright, my Lady. No more scratches this time, right?”
