“I cannot think whether it would be a bad thing, or a good thing if he died.” @lianors
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“I cannot think whether it would be a bad thing, or a good thing if he died.” @lianors
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it was only a matter of time before the prince of wales’ mistress disturbed the alliances that secured england and aragon in matrimony. the affair that was vastly known across the length and breadth of the plantagenet’s perpetually dolor nation had already begun to place undue stress upon his niece’s ability to endear herself to the people. immediate upon arrival, a welsh diplomat, engaged in espionage for the crown, had informed mario of lady salisbury’s irreproachable place beside henry of wales ---- a jewel that not only glittered within the highest order of the anglican patrician, but within the coffers of the royal bedchamber itself.
as both companion to the princess and inamorata to the prince, the countess’ role was certainly an imposing one --- one that would daunt a family weaker and less seasoned than the trastámaras. and yet, mario did away with the notion that lianor montagu was an invulnerable woman ---- his niece would replace her in the future king’s bed, and they would find someone to swap her role as confidante. if not by persuasion, then by brute force ... by hook or by crook.
the stone floor of the chapel alerted mario of another’s presence ---- the clack of heels and the voluminous swish of skirts notifying him that the incomer was a woman. he released his hands from the clasp of prayer and rose from his knees, regarding, of all women, lady salisbury with a deep nod.
gruffly, he acknowledged the countess’ presence. ❛ tu señoría --- please, do not cease your prayers on my account. i was finishing as you entered. ❜ a dark brow rose upon the prince’s forehead. ❛ praying for the life of the queen, i suspect? ❜