[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.
[For Thomas] [Modern AU] The Retreat
The retreat had gone perfectly so far. It had been reserved at a scenic mountain resort, so outside it was cold but inside was perfectly warm and cozy.
Thomas Boleyn had only attended a few of the scheduled events, leaving Anne and George in charge of the majority of the events. There was a little cocktail party scheduled that evening - by Anne, of course - semi-formal, the men were wearing nice suits while the ladies wore dresses. Anne herself was wearing a black dress with a see-through lace back to show off her slender back. She was sipping champagne as the evening began drawing to a close.
Anne hadn't been openly avoiding Thomas, but she hadn't pursued his company either. She didn't want to tip off her brother or father that they'd been seeing each other. It hadn't been anything heavy or particularly intimate - since they'd met up at the bar that evening they'd gone out on a dinner or two. But they hadn't crossed the sexual line just yet.
Though it was getting more and more difficult to suppress the urges she felt while he was around.
Seeing him tonight in a nice jacket and tie made it even more difficult - Anne had to drink a little more to keep her desire under control. But it was obvious from the dress she wore that she was trying to spark the same desire in him. Anne sipped her champagne for another moment before she spied Thomas in the crowd. After a moments' hesitation she approached him cordially.
"Mr. Wyatt, so good to see you - tell me, how have you been enjoying the events so far?" She asked.
Thomas Boleyn had only attended a few of the scheduled events, leaving Anne and George in charge of the majority of the events. There was a little cocktail party scheduled that evening - by Anne, of course - semi-formal, the men were wearing nice suits while the ladies wore dresses. Anne herself was wearing a black dress with a see-through lace back to show off her slender back. She was sipping champagne as the evening began drawing to a close.
Anne hadn't been openly avoiding Thomas, but she hadn't pursued his company either. She didn't want to tip off her brother or father that they'd been seeing each other. It hadn't been anything heavy or particularly intimate - since they'd met up at the bar that evening they'd gone out on a dinner or two. But they hadn't crossed the sexual line just yet.
Though it was getting more and more difficult to suppress the urges she felt while he was around.
Seeing him tonight in a nice jacket and tie made it even more difficult - Anne had to drink a little more to keep her desire under control. But it was obvious from the dress she wore that she was trying to spark the same desire in him. Anne sipped her champagne for another moment before she spied Thomas in the crowd. After a moments' hesitation she approached him cordially.
"Mr. Wyatt, so good to see you - tell me, how have you been enjoying the events so far?" She asked.
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Suddenly art!
Don't mind me, I randomly get inspired by threads and stuff.
These concepts were burning in my head for DAYS so they were bound to come out eventually:
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These concepts were burning in my head for DAYS so they were bound to come out eventually:
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Prompt: Slumming it
((ooc: You know the drill: Free for anyone to tag, just mind the historical inaccuracies. Wanna' meet Anne Boleyn at a pub by the docks? Have fun! Drinking games ahoy!!))
( A lady in a pub orders whiskey over fine wine )
( A lady in a pub orders whiskey over fine wine )
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Prompt: Masquerade
((ooc: As always, free for anyone to tag, just beware the historical inaccuracies!))
( Paper faces on Parade )
( Paper faces on Parade )
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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.))
( AKA: 'Rescue the Princess' level )
( AKA: 'Rescue the Princess' level )