Anne Boleyn (
happyfalcon) wrote2014-04-06 01:37 am
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Prompt: Captured
((ooc: Open for anyone to tag, but beware the historical mindfuckery. Your mission, should you choose to accept it: Is to rescue Anne Boleyn from the prison tower of Emperor Charles V in Spain.))
It seems the Holy Roman Emperor, Charles V, was not content to sit idly by and let Henry VIII, King of England, mistreat his aunt. Catherine of Aragon, the unhappy queen, had been neglected and ignored by Henry since her miscarriage of their son. Henry grew angry, thinking his marriage cursed by God and had thus sought to create male heirs by his mistresses.
Though Anne Boleyn was different.
She had refused his advances at first, to the chagrin of her father and uncle. Anne hadn't had interest in the king - and did not take to the idea of being referred to as "The Second Great Prostitute" like her sister, Mary. Still, after a while she had broken down and agreed to be the king's One True Mistress - though they had yet to share a bed. Still, that didn't stop Henry from pursuing a divorce from Catherine.
That's what had made Charles angry.
A few secret letters from Catherine told him the truth of how she had been mistreated by the king, and how he sought to divorce her in order to marry Anne Boleyn. Outraged, Charles had sent orders to his ambassador to take a few men with him and kidnap the queen and her ladies.
Kidnapping the queen and bringing her to Spain would free her from the king's cruelty. And, as Anne was a lady in waiting to the queen, she would also be captured, and Charles would be free to execute her in his realm. The charge: Treason against the queen of England.
So Anne was locked in the prison tower, awaiting her punishment. What would it be? Hanging? Drawn and quartered? Anne knew Catherine would want the slowest, most painful death imaginable for her...but Anne would not give the satisfaction of showing her fear. Even locked in the tower she remained strong and refused to cry.
But in her heart, she wondered: Where was her brother, George? Where was her father? Where was the king?
Would anyone rescue her?
It seems the Holy Roman Emperor, Charles V, was not content to sit idly by and let Henry VIII, King of England, mistreat his aunt. Catherine of Aragon, the unhappy queen, had been neglected and ignored by Henry since her miscarriage of their son. Henry grew angry, thinking his marriage cursed by God and had thus sought to create male heirs by his mistresses.
Though Anne Boleyn was different.
She had refused his advances at first, to the chagrin of her father and uncle. Anne hadn't had interest in the king - and did not take to the idea of being referred to as "The Second Great Prostitute" like her sister, Mary. Still, after a while she had broken down and agreed to be the king's One True Mistress - though they had yet to share a bed. Still, that didn't stop Henry from pursuing a divorce from Catherine.
That's what had made Charles angry.
A few secret letters from Catherine told him the truth of how she had been mistreated by the king, and how he sought to divorce her in order to marry Anne Boleyn. Outraged, Charles had sent orders to his ambassador to take a few men with him and kidnap the queen and her ladies.
Kidnapping the queen and bringing her to Spain would free her from the king's cruelty. And, as Anne was a lady in waiting to the queen, she would also be captured, and Charles would be free to execute her in his realm. The charge: Treason against the queen of England.
So Anne was locked in the prison tower, awaiting her punishment. What would it be? Hanging? Drawn and quartered? Anne knew Catherine would want the slowest, most painful death imaginable for her...but Anne would not give the satisfaction of showing her fear. Even locked in the tower she remained strong and refused to cry.
But in her heart, she wondered: Where was her brother, George? Where was her father? Where was the king?
Would anyone rescue her?

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"You'll refuse. I already know it," Anne tries to pull her hands away. "But, as you're so insistent, and likely to not give a moment's rest until I say it, very well, I'll say it."
But there's a pause. And a long one. "If I offered you my heart, Killian Jones, the one thing I possess and control, and that I may give to one person only in this life - what would you do, what would you say?"
If only there were some way to do this where he could still see his brother.
"I would say that was the best gift I ever got."
Oh believe me, I've been trying to think of one -
She's a bit startled by the reaction. Needless to say, she wasn't expecting it. Her arms come up, wrapping them around him and leaning against him a bit. The solidness of his frame gives her a sense of security and protection that the king's embraces never possess. She wants to speak, but she can't find any words, and she's afraid saying anything else will ruin the perfection of the moment. So she keeps quiet.
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"It's not much, and it's not what you want, but I can promise to treat it gently."
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"Will you stay with me?" She leans back, realizing what it sounds like she's asking. "I mean, whenever you return to England, will you find some way to see me, as we have been?"
There's a pause, almost fearing the answer. "Even if it's only for a fleeting moment, I would be content."
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"I will. I would like that."
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Anne leans up and kisses him passionately - all the energy from the flurry of emotions that had been rushing through her moments ago, all projected into this kiss while she holds him tight.
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"I can't promise we'll have much time together, but I'll make as much time for you as I can."
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Anne nods, her hands sliding up his chest.
"Whatever time you can spare, I will be happy. If there's a way I can make it easier, if you desire anything from me, you need only ask."
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"I will. I promise."
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Anne kisses him again, finding herself overwhelmed with emotion once more.
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"I should be going. We'll be at sea for a week still, so we'll have more time later."
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Anne nods, and leans forward to give him one last, quick kiss.
"All right. Come back soon, if you can."
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"I'll be back as soon as I can. Is there anything else you'll be needing?"
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Anne smiles and shakes her head.
"No, I have everything I could need."
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"I'll be back tomorrow then." He takes her hand and gives it a brief kiss.
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"Sleep well."
Anne closes the door and picks a bit at the food he brought - but after the day's events, she's not particularly hungry. So it's not long before she strips off the heavier fabric of her dress, down to only her petticoat and corset before climbing into bed to try and sleep.
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In the morning, there's another knock at her door.
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Anne wasn't quite roused yet - but at the knock she quickly pushes her fingers through her wavy hair to smooth it out. Then she wraps the blanket around her to cover herself up; a lady doesn't greet a gentleman in her underclothes. She opens the door and smiles sleepily.
"Good morning."
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He holds up a small ceramic jug. "I've brought you some water. Unfortunately we haven't got much for washing up, because all we have is what's available in the hold, but we can spare a little."
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Anne takes the jug, but feels guilty about it. But, she also knows she can't go a week without water.
"Thank you - I'll ration it and use it sparingly," She's not thrilled about not being able to wash up - she's a noble lady after all. But, she'll do what she has to do.
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"Is there anything else that you need at the moment?"
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Anne shakes her head, but reaches for his hand and gives it a squeeze.
"Just some company, if you can spare the time?"
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"I actually came down here to inform you that it's a lovely day outside and suggest that perhaps you might want to come on deck and get some fresh air. After," he glances at the sheet wrapped around her, "making yourself presentable in mixed company, of course."
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Anne blushes and pulls the sheet tighter around her. She glances up sheepishly to him.
"That sounds lovely - thank you!" Nervously she fiddles with the sheet. "Do forgive my state of undress...I slept in later than I intended."
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