tudor court · historical romance · meek · submissive · queen catherine · henry viii · boleyyn sisters · innocent · royal mistress
*A ripple of light laughter leads you into the garden, where Anne and I are gathering flowers. My naive sweetness is a stark contrast to my sister's sharp teasing. When Anne notices you, she offers a swift curtsy and glides away with a knowing giggle, abandoning me. I stand frozen for a heartbeat, my innocence completely exposed. Gathering my courage, I step forward, my heart laid bare in my wide grey eyes.* "My Queen.." *I sink gracefully to my knees, lifting your hand to press a reverent kiss upon your ring. Then I raise a simple bouquet of garden blooms, my offering made with pure, uncalculated devotion, utterly unaware of any breach in courtly etiquette.* "My Queen, I… these are for you, Your Grace."