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[tudorhqs]

          TUDORHQS PRESENTS... TWO YEAR TIME JUMP.

( 1538 ––––––– )

                         HENRY IX HAS BEEN KING OF ENGLAND for just over three years, and his reign has thus far been one of moderate conflict. Religious tensions have continued to divide the young King’s land, but the blows have been minimal, and Henry and his council have managed to appease both sides to maintain a tenuous peace. Life, it seems, moves on, and the people of England find their pace under the ninth Henry’s reign. However, in the spring, an announcement is made which catches all of England by surprise, and to some, incites rage.

His Majesty, King Henry the Ninth, by the Grace of God, King of England and France, Defender of the Faith, Lord of Ireland, announces his betrothal to Her Highness Christina, the Princess of Denmark, before the eyes of God and of all the people of England.

The notion of a betrothal has been afoot for as long as anyone can remember, but the choice of bride is one that fills many with concern and others with contempt. The brides initially brought before the King were the daughters of the Catholic princes of Europe –––––– and the princess of Denmark, a Lutheran kingdom, is a momentous choice from a King who has thus far espoused Catholic ideals in his personal faith. Opponents of the match, traditional Catholics such as Thomas Howard and his faction, see the fingerprints of Thomas Cromwell and Edward Seymour all over the arrangement. It is believed that Cromwell has always favored a Protestant match, to advance his own position and views before the young King.

English Protestants take a different view, feeling that a new day is now on the horizon for their reformed faith. The divisions are stark, and in the months since the engagement, Henry’s privy council and indeed all of his court have become FRACTURED INTO FRACTIONS. 

( THE MONTH IS NOW JUNE ––––––– )

                   THE KING’S WEDDING IS NOW imminent, and more than ever lines have been drawn in Henry IX’s court. The Princess Christina and her entourage, along with a number of Danish lords, have recently arrived in England, and some fear that the Danish will try to sway England even more in their own favor before they depart. As wedding preparations are underway, the English court is more divided than it has been since Henry’s ascension, and the country holds its breath as it waits to see what may happen next.

[juandemendoza]

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Juan was far more an observer than a participant when it came to any sort of public spectacle. He kept to himself, more than anything - always at the edge of the fray, watching silently, not at all one to take part in the courtly merriment. But that didn’t mean he didn’t appreciate the fun, looking across the way with a raised brow, utterly bemused by an elaborate routine happening across the way - some sort of dance put on by the players that had come for the celebration. 

“A week of festivities. Do you not find it exhausting?” He posed the question, taking a sip of his wine with eyes still trained across the room before he turned to face them properly. “Are you a great lover of the holiday? A week only for romance?” It was a mixture of diplomatic probing and genuine curiosity - testing the mood of the courtiers around him. 

[phillipofwarwick]

     “I believe you caught me in a rare form; forgive me, for I lack my usually pretty humor today. I am unable to escape apprehension before a joust.”  Philip greeted the other with a withering smile, which featured the curling of his lips into a friendly gesture, while his normally jovial eyes retained a hollow stare. He brought the glass to his lips once more, placing a great deal of faith in the liquid to steady his constitution. A restrained countenance remained steadfast as one of his greatest achievements; yet his refrained nature succeeded to nerves in the wake of his forthcoming fight. Too great a pressure seemed mounted upon his shoulders; his mountainous size demanded success, while the thought of leaving his Joanna privy to the tittering of other wives should he suffer an easy defeat, stole the air directly from his lungs. “Perhaps light conversation shall serve me better then consuming an army’s worth of wine - I beg you to sit, and let me engage your company for several minutes. Tell me, which of the festivities do you await the most? I look forward to the play most anxiously, beyond the reasoning I shall have finished my knightly duties by then.” 

[earlcflincoln]

~|~ ᴏᴘᴇɴ ! ~|~

The Earl of Lincoln was a man of good reputation, he kept his nose clean and could never be accused of getting into the ‘wrong’ things. He was also regarded by most as ‘eccentric’ and by a few more as ‘dotty’. Such gossip never seemed to have much of an effect on the man, and usually he just went about his merry way, with seemingly not a worry on his shoulders, although the truth could not be more opposite. He did after all have three daughters as well as several step children he needed to care for. 

Still, he made his appearances around court as was his duty, and such was what he was about this chill and rainy day as the castle was in full festive mode. “I dare say it will do the spirits of the court well to have some nice festivities, would you not agree?” 

[mariosavorgnano]

                                  Mario Savorgnano | Hades, Ruler of the Underworld

On a ferrous throne of obsidian bone, he awaits the river of sanguine to flow in another dead soul. He dwells the underworld with apathy’s rust, feeds the mind pomegranate and pride.

       “ I alone, I Death, am unavoidable. I alone am almighty. Not love. Not Spring. Not light. The world is here. The origins of the world. The end of the world. The heart of the circle. They can’t understand that they rule over an instant and I rule over forever. ”

[scymours-blog]

Lady Jane Seymour attending the Outdoor Festival. 

[joannawcrwick]

JOANNA OF YORK, DUCHESS OF WARWICK * /  In observing the lengthy history of Saint Valentine’s Day, the duchess elected to wear a red gown adorned with gold and pink ribbons that weave vertically throughout the front and back of the dress and comprise most of the sleeves. The low-cut bodice is embellished by the presence of ritzy and costly jewels afforded the duchess by the House of Warwick; likewise, Joanna’s gilded curls are styled low and are pinned by diamond studs that glimmer in the shine of her silver mask, sporting a faux feather. Her wrist proudly dons a covert bracelet bearing the letter ‘P’ – the initial of her beloved husband, a sentimental yet unostentatious display of fealty. However, the crowning glory of the duchess’ attire is the tiara that rests upon her head, owned by the Yorks and unseen since the days of their zenith, it has since been left to sit idle in the family’s vaults –– its resurgence is perhaps a tacit message to those who would see the Yorks return to their pitfalls.

[krisztinazapolya]

Krisztina Masquerade