May. 10th, 2009

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"God made the world round so we would never be able to see too far down the road." - Isak Dinesen

"Tonight, I think I die"

The Tower had errupted in clamour. The clanking of keys, the shuffle and hurried step of the booted feet of soldiers became louder had become as a din, echoing off the cold, stone walls. This place, once housed my mother, Anne Boleyn, before her Coronation, and later was to have become her prison before being executed by my Father. How odd, I thought numbly as I reached for Kat's fingers and squeezed them, that this would be my final home before going to my Eternal Rest. I had entered through the Traitor's Gate. Would it be through that portal that I would leave it for the last time?

It had not mattered that my brother-in-law, Philip of Spain had bade his wife, the Queen, my sister to treat me well with a mind toward reconciliation. Ever the dutiful spouse, she endeavoured to obey the husband that she loved. But the serpent of jealousy, in the form of one of Mary's Councilors, would whisper in her ear that I was ever like my mother, the Concubine, Great Harry's Whore and meant to snatch her husband and his love from her.

The heavy lock of my cell tumbled and released with a loud clank and my heart sunk to my ankles as the Sargent at Arms stepped through the doorway of my cell, flanked on either side by at least four guards armed with pikes. Kat squeezed my hand tighter now and my cousin, Lettice Knowllys clutched my arm fitfully until it dug into my flesh and stung. Read more... )

Muse: Elizabeth I
Fandom: Hiistorical / "Elizabeth", "Elizabeth: The Golden Age"
Word Count 2553

crossposted to [ profile] writers_muses


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