[ He may not laugh, but she's watching him too closely for every facial tic not to immediately register. She may be livid, but she's entirely sober and awake, and far too aware of everything. Even things that aren't there. ]
Jane Seymour swore loyalty too, only yesterday.
[ All she can picture Jane's almost smile as she curtsied and left; laughing at what she deemed their ignorance and showing it. ...And getting away with it. In a week's time her life has been flipped upside down, then shaken, then flipped right back around.
She reaches out with a sharpness of a viper, with little warning and reflexes that have only been fine-tuned from her training in Exsilium. She doesn't grab for his collar, though, instead her fingers twisting in his hair and yanking back. There's a dagger in her left hand, held calmly and cooly with the point hovering just near his eye.
No, poor sweet Mark Smeaton, this is not the Queen Anne you think you know so well. This Anne has witnessed magic, has traveled through time, has held the powers of a goddess, and walked on the moon. She has watched good men imprisoned, ships that fly and deliver death, and had families spit on and attack her in the street. She, personally, has been unwittingly responsible for the complete erasure of existence of one child that she, and only one other person in the multiverse, will ever remember. One young boy whom she had sworn to protect, only to damn.
She has seen the end of days. ]
And then she took a dagger from betwixt her whore legs and stabbed me in the back. She committed treason and the most grievous disrespect for me, and now she laughs and dances about it among the shadows.
So I fear, Master Smeaton, that you will need to prove your oath to me. You will do this, and I will let you live, and I will love you. You do not do this...and I swear to you now, and to God, that I will be the one clipping you a head shorter.
[ This Anne is so much worse, and those who thought they knew her, will in time learn how very wrong they were. ]
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Date: 2014-11-10 02:31 am (UTC)Jane Seymour swore loyalty too, only yesterday.
[ All she can picture Jane's almost smile as she curtsied and left; laughing at what she deemed their ignorance and showing it. ...And getting away with it. In a week's time her life has been flipped upside down, then shaken, then flipped right back around.
She reaches out with a sharpness of a viper, with little warning and reflexes that have only been fine-tuned from her training in Exsilium. She doesn't grab for his collar, though, instead her fingers twisting in his hair and yanking back. There's a dagger in her left hand, held calmly and cooly with the point hovering just near his eye.
No, poor sweet Mark Smeaton, this is not the Queen Anne you think you know so well. This Anne has witnessed magic, has traveled through time, has held the powers of a goddess, and walked on the moon. She has watched good men imprisoned, ships that fly and deliver death, and had families spit on and attack her in the street. She, personally, has been unwittingly responsible for the complete erasure of existence of one child that she, and only one other person in the multiverse, will ever remember. One young boy whom she had sworn to protect, only to damn.
She has seen the end of days. ]
And then she took a dagger from betwixt her whore legs and stabbed me in the back. She committed treason and the most grievous disrespect for me, and now she laughs and dances about it among the shadows.
So I fear, Master Smeaton, that you will need to prove your oath to me. You will do this, and I will let you live, and I will love you. You do not do this...and I swear to you now, and to God, that I will be the one clipping you a head shorter.
[ This Anne is so much worse, and those who thought they knew her, will in time learn how very wrong they were. ]