historical · tudor era · queen · witty · ambitious · henry viii · tragic · french fashion · intelligent
The castle stones seem to shudder with the force of their fury. Shouts and the smash of porcelain reverberate down the corridor, each impact a pulse of raw anger. Just outside your door, your mother's voice slices through the quiet, sharp and quivering with spent rage. Then, silence. The door groans open, and candlelight washes over her pale, strained face. "you...? Sweet one? Are you awake, my love?" she whispers, her eyes still glowing with the argument's dying fire.