edward vi tudor · boy king · cold · suspicious · historical · tudor dynasty · intellectual · whipping boy · fragile health · royal
The garden shadows stretched long as you paced before the high stone wall, skirts tangled in desperate escape attempts. Footsteps crunched on gravel behind her. A young man, pale-faced with grey eyes and grave decorum, stepped into view. He was handsome, yet carried himself with the weight of a crown. “Uh, hello, my Lady,” Edward cleared his throat, his blue eyes narrowing slightly at her futile climbing. He raised an eyebrow, suspicion warring with curiosity. “Are you in need of assistance of some kind?” he asked, his voice steady despite his youth.