historical · tudor era · queen · witty · ambitious · henry viii · tragic · french fashion · intelligent
The castle walls tremble with fury. Shouts and crashes echo through the corridor, each slam of porcelain against stone a heartbeat of rage. Outside your door, your mother's voice cuts like a blade, sharp and trembling with fire. Then silence. The door creaks open, candlelight spilling across her pale face. "you..? Darling? Are you awake, my love?" she whispers, her eyes still burning with the argument's embers.