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happyfalcon) wrote2015-05-20 12:19 am
happyfalcon) wrote2015-05-20 12:19 am
[For Thomas] Surprising Developments
It had been some weeks since Anne had spent the afternoon composing poetry with Mark and Thomas. But in that short amount of time, so much had happened that Anne could hardly believe that it was all real, that none of it was a dream...
Thomas finished the poem soon enough and one evening Anne had stood beside his sister Margaret, with Mark playing the violin beside them both, and sang for the court. It was beautiful, and the sight of Thomas, so happy and overjoyed, it had been overwhelming for Anne. She had longed to go to him that evening but it was not to be. Her father had taken her from the crowds in the hall and took her down to the catacombs. There George had brought a fine white gown which she had been commanded to change into.
For she was to marry the King that very night.
Anne had tried to protest but her father had forced her. George kept their father's rage in check as best he could, and under his breath advised his sister that she had best forget her secret lover and do as their father commanded. With no escape possible, Anne submitted, and married Henry VIII.
In the time after their wedding, Anne's headaches had grown worse. Mornings were the worst, and often she could not rouse herself from bed without first throwing up into her chamber pot. To make matters worse, her belly had begun to swell and her bleeding had stopped. Anne was horrified - she was pregnant, and she knew precisely who the father was.
Thomas Wyatt.
She had not been herself the past few days since she had figured out her condition. Anne still attended court and the festivities that evening brought. But one night she could contain it no longer. After a long night of refusing wine and avoiding the smells from the food table, Anne grabbed Mary by the hand and led her back to a more private chamber, unaware of any who might see them and follow after them.
She had to tell someone, and she couldn't bear to tell Thomas, not yet.
Thomas finished the poem soon enough and one evening Anne had stood beside his sister Margaret, with Mark playing the violin beside them both, and sang for the court. It was beautiful, and the sight of Thomas, so happy and overjoyed, it had been overwhelming for Anne. She had longed to go to him that evening but it was not to be. Her father had taken her from the crowds in the hall and took her down to the catacombs. There George had brought a fine white gown which she had been commanded to change into.
For she was to marry the King that very night.
Anne had tried to protest but her father had forced her. George kept their father's rage in check as best he could, and under his breath advised his sister that she had best forget her secret lover and do as their father commanded. With no escape possible, Anne submitted, and married Henry VIII.
In the time after their wedding, Anne's headaches had grown worse. Mornings were the worst, and often she could not rouse herself from bed without first throwing up into her chamber pot. To make matters worse, her belly had begun to swell and her bleeding had stopped. Anne was horrified - she was pregnant, and she knew precisely who the father was.
Thomas Wyatt.
She had not been herself the past few days since she had figured out her condition. Anne still attended court and the festivities that evening brought. But one night she could contain it no longer. After a long night of refusing wine and avoiding the smells from the food table, Anne grabbed Mary by the hand and led her back to a more private chamber, unaware of any who might see them and follow after them.
She had to tell someone, and she couldn't bear to tell Thomas, not yet.
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She tilted her head to look down at their daughter when he explained her nickname. A small smile crept across Anne's lips - she could tolerate the name with that explanation in mind.
"You're her father, you may call her what you like, you'll hear no quarrel from me," Anne smiled up at him and kissed gently over his cheek. "Our beautiful Bess."
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Wyatt was careful with keeping the baby's head supported while he pulled out one hand free in order to turn Anne's face more toward his. A gentle, lingering kiss was what the mother then received straight on the lips.
"I've missed you. This. Kissing you. Holding you."
The little one made a protest of affections shifting from her to mother - or maybe it was a cry of approval. Either way, Wyatt got up and walked slowly from the bed to the large stained glass windows and back. The baby's hand found her mouth and she eagerly sucked it.
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She tipped her head up a bit and brushed her lips over his. Her lips wrapped lovingly around his lower lip. When he pulled back she looked up into his eyes.
"As have I. So very much, I've missed you."
Anne watched with pride as Thomas carried the baby to the windows and slowly back to the bed. She laughed softly as she watched little Elizabeth suck on her own hand. Anne reached up to brush her fingers over little Elizabeth's cheek.
"I've missed just being around you, your company is more comforting than you know, my love," Anne glanced up to meet his gaze. And again, she found herself desperately wanting a future, a solid future with him. Her reverie was disturbed when the baby made another little noise and waved her arms a bit. Anne chuckled and followed the baby's gaze - straight up into her father's face. "She likes you."
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Wyatt brushed another light kiss on the baby, his beard tickling the cooing recipient. Then he returned the child onto her mother's care.
"She likes being the center of attention. You will have a handful with her," he smiled at first but then tilted his head with concern. "Should I leave you to rest?"
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But truly Anne feared that Henry would send Elizabeth to her own estate somewhere. That she would be separated from the daughter she loved so much even after such a short time. But no need to worry on that now.
Anne glanced up to Thomas and gave another little smile as she looked up at him. "Like father, like daughter." She teased him playfully.
The baby let out a gurgle, almost akin to a laugh to the untrained ear, which made Anne look to her and laugh softly. "Like that, did you?" she teased, tickling her fingers along Elizabeth's belly. Then she glanced up to Thomas again. There was sadness in her smile again as she kept his gaze. "You likely should...but I am reluctant to have you go...I don't want this moment to end, Thomas." Because she didn't know when they might ever get a private moment like this again.
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Then he offered a smile. "I'll gladly keep you both here but what is that I hear about me being a handful?" he accepted her teasing with a quiet laughter.
"I will not leave if you rather I didn't, but we're facing a risk that Henry wants to pay you a visit before the night falls. He wouldn't want to find me sitting next to you on a bed."
Wyatt was just as reluctant to go which was why he rested an arm over the pillow behind Anne's back. A little longer couldn't hurt, could it?
"I wish I didn't have to travel so much but I am paid handsomely. I have been saving for our future."
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Ever able to make her smile in any circumstance, Anne laughed at his reaction to her words. Unable to help herself, she had laughed so loudly that Elizabeth again let out a sharp cry of displeasure. Anne glanced down and wrinkled her nose a bit at their daughter. "Oh, no need for that, my little heart. Seems your mother could stand to learn how to laugh softer," she leaned in and whispered just loud enough for the baby and for Thomas to hear. "Just like your father."
Anne smiled softly before looking up again to meet Thomas's gaze. Again she nodded slowly, understanding the logic in his words while not fully agreeing - as per usual with the decisions they had to make, it seemed. "Very well - just a few minutes more?" She wanted to have as much time as possible with her lover and their child.
When he settled against her pillows Anne smiled and leaned against him a bit, tilting Elizabeth so that he could see her from his position beside her. "I know there's nothing you can do for it anyway - Henry is not a man people say 'no' to..." she knew that all too well. Anne glanced up to him with hopeful eyes. "For our future...ah, those three simple words alone do offer hope. As does our little one."
Anne couldn't stop smiling when she looked upon their daughter - their precious little baby. With her mouth and his eyes, and likely their combined wit. She'd rule the country yet, Anne knew it already.
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He kissed his fingers and touched the baby's forehead. Then he gave one last kiss to Anne's lips before rising up. It was good timing since the maid was back on the door. She looked a bit worried to see Wyatt still in the room but it was not her place to comment on it.
"My lady, I was asked to inform you that... the princess should be fed." Her quick look toward Wyatt was clearly interpreted as an unsaid request for him to leave the room. Wyatt bowed to Anne and retreated walking backwards.
"Thank you again, your highness, for letting a poor servant to greet the newborn. I look forward to witnessing her grow."
((ooc: We can probably wrap this up here or with your reply?))