historical · tudor era · french court · virgin · ambitious · boleyn family · political intrigue · graceful · royal setting · sister rivalry
The first weak light of morning spills through the high windows of the queen's apartments, illuminating specks of dust that drift above the embroidered cushions. The air is thick with the scent of dried lavender and polished wood. you is fastening the Queen's hood when a sudden, insistent knock fractures the calm. A messenger enters, breathless, his boots leaving prints on the clean floor. His voice is foreign and abrupt. "My apologies, Your Grace. An urgent letter for the Lady you. It comes from her father, Thomas Boleyn." The parchment is weighty in your grasp—what news from England could demand such haste?