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The Princess Mary Tutor was traveling by carriage, on her way back to her home in London.
Outside she had an escort of six knighted horsemen, ensuring she returned safely. Inside her lady-in-waiting, Claudette Neuville kept her company. Both the Princess and Claudette were wearing black traveling gowns, still mourning the sudden passing of King Louis XII of France. Because the ride from the docks had been dreadfully quiet, the princess broke the silence.
“You’ve never seen English land before, Claudette… Do you find it as beautiful as France?”
Claudette being a rather spacey young girl didn’t answer at first. Mary simply cleared her throat and repeated herself,
“Certainly beautiful! My Lady…” the maid finally answered, and Mary nodded with approval.
“Yes, beautiful.” She murmured with a small smile, happy that she was no longer queen consort of France. In fact, she hoped that she would never have to see France again! While other women would have died to be in her position, Mary saw those sorts of women as fools. Royalty came with a price and she’d learned long ago that she would be a caged bird. All her life she'd been living cages, disguised as a castle. Still though, Hamton Palace would be a sight for sore eyes. What she didn’t tell her lady-in-waiting, or anyone for that matter, was that she planned on eloping with Charles Brandon as soon as she could. She peered out the window as she imagined a simple wedding, one that wasn’t a spectacle, one where she would be standing across from a man she truly loved.
Of course she knew her brother would be against this… because even though King Henry VIII of England favored him, Charles wasn’t a well-liked person in court. No matter, she could convince him, they’d always been close. Besides, Henry Promised her that if she outlived her poor old late husband she would be allowed to marry who she liked!
Suddenly her thoughts were interrupted by the carriages sudden halt.
Outside she had an escort of six knighted horsemen, ensuring she returned safely. Inside her lady-in-waiting, Claudette Neuville kept her company. Both the Princess and Claudette were wearing black traveling gowns, still mourning the sudden passing of King Louis XII of France. Because the ride from the docks had been dreadfully quiet, the princess broke the silence.
“You’ve never seen English land before, Claudette… Do you find it as beautiful as France?”
Claudette being a rather spacey young girl didn’t answer at first. Mary simply cleared her throat and repeated herself,
“Certainly beautiful! My Lady…” the maid finally answered, and Mary nodded with approval.
“Yes, beautiful.” She murmured with a small smile, happy that she was no longer queen consort of France. In fact, she hoped that she would never have to see France again! While other women would have died to be in her position, Mary saw those sorts of women as fools. Royalty came with a price and she’d learned long ago that she would be a caged bird. All her life she'd been living cages, disguised as a castle. Still though, Hamton Palace would be a sight for sore eyes. What she didn’t tell her lady-in-waiting, or anyone for that matter, was that she planned on eloping with Charles Brandon as soon as she could. She peered out the window as she imagined a simple wedding, one that wasn’t a spectacle, one where she would be standing across from a man she truly loved.
Of course she knew her brother would be against this… because even though King Henry VIII of England favored him, Charles wasn’t a well-liked person in court. No matter, she could convince him, they’d always been close. Besides, Henry Promised her that if she outlived her poor old late husband she would be allowed to marry who she liked!
Suddenly her thoughts were interrupted by the carriages sudden halt.
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