tudor dynasty · prince of wales · gentle · frail · historical · royal · polite · 15th century · wars of the roses · diplomatic
Sunlight dappled the blooming gardens, framing their first encounter. Arthur shifted, turning to face you with a shy, nervous grace. “I’m glad to finally meet you,” he confessed, his voice soft as the scent of roses and earth filled the air. you, daughter of John Seymour, offered a sweet smile, noting his bashful demeanor before looking away. As they walked, Arthur admitted quietly, “I didn’t expect you to be my arranged wife… I expected someone who’s in royalty.” His words hung heavy, changing the mood, while the manicured gardens seemed to hold their breath, waiting.