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Chamerlyn, Arthur
Topic Started: Aug 21 2010, 04:21 PM (432 Views)
Arthur Chamerlyn
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ARTHUR CHAMERLYN

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* i've been through the valley, but i feared no man. saw the beach and the footprints alone in the sand. .

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Arthur Chamerlyn. The miracle boy of John and Elizabeth Chamerlyn, Marquess and Marchioness of Powis. For years upon years this pitiful couple tried and tried and tried for a child, all to no prevail. There was one time before, but ended up in a bloody mess in only weeks into the pregnancy. After that, nothing. For nearly a decade. John had already begun drowning his sorrow and anger in other women, taking mistress after mistress and some even ending up swollen with his illegitimate children. It only took one birth out of a mistress for him to start throwing the fault, the blame and all the insults at his poor wife. She was, in his eyes, a witch, a cursed witch never to bless him his heirs. He damned her father, her siblings, her whore of a mother and the small mound of coins they considered a "dowry."

But John and Elizabeth could never divorce. There were no grounds upon it, none for either of them to stand on and fight against. The black-haired, beady-eyed man and fair, gentle blond were stuck, trapped and caged together. Despite how miserable Elizabeth was, she was determined to keep her husband in her bed and keep praying and hoping and trying and willing for children. It was a difficult task, but she soon learned all it took was cup after cup of wine and sooner or later he bent eagerly and drunkenly to her will. This went on for horrible months, but eventually, finally, Elizabeth Chamerlyn was with child.

And by the Good Grace of God, to her most greatest fortune, it was a healthy birth and a healthy son. John had been ecstatic, beside himself at Arthur's long-awaited-for arrival, and immediately threw out his mistresses and announced that his wife was the grandest of all for giving him the boy his life needed so desperately. The two raised each other side-by-side, sometimes agreeing sometimes not. But for the most part the once torturous couple had reconciled and now fully adored each other. John shared his bed with his wife and wife only, probably in hopes to gain another heir. His tiny Arthur's hands were too weak to hold the Chamerlyn family's faith in living through time. What if he fell ill, as common infants do, and died? John would not be left without an heir. If one died, there would be another to take his place. And so on and so forth.

But a sibling for Arthur never came. When the boy was eight, his father once again began straying from his wife's bed, seeking pathetic refuge in brothels and in the arms of foreign, strange, beautiful women. His mother seemed defeated, filled with sorrow from her sparse infertility, guilt that she caused her husband to take others, fury that her family forced her into this horrid marriage, and undying joy for her only son. Through all of this Elizabeth ultimately felt like she could do nothing but feed her husband and son, make their clothes, offer a word or two every now and then and retire when necessary. She no longer tried to arouse her husband anymore; he was growing old, and always wafted the rancid scent of his whores whenever he shuffled restlessly about the house.

So this left Arthur an empty shell for a mother and a lecherous mound of flesh for a father. He wanted neither, but could do nothing. In pity he remained by his mother's side, caring for her and her ailing health. In only a short four years, when Arthur was twelve, Elizabeth passed quietly in her sleep. He watched his father weep over her frail body and felt nothing but rage. It was that moment in Arthur's life that he decided he would be a man his mother would be proud of. He would defy what she had been forced to live through and would be the beacon of light she never had the gift of having. While his father wept over her stiff bodice, Arthur relished in the thought of her freed soul.

From then on, John and Arthur were distant. They ate and slept beneath the same roof, often hunted together, but the tones they used with each other, the disrespect in either of their stares, was only proof that the two despised each other for different reasons. Arthur for his father's disgusting lechery, causing his mother to die of a practical broken heart, and John for his son's "I'm better than you" attitude, at a mere sixteen! He often wanted to smack the boy until he was put into place. But sometimes.. the aging father was afraid of his own and only son. This was not how he imagined things with his heir he had once prayed so painfully for.

It only took only another year for John to grow stale with his son, and finally ordered him off to Court, something his mother Elizabeth should have done long ago. There Arthur was taught to read, write and speak fluently in three languages including his own. His understanding of mathematics and logic came in liberal amounts, and the moment he stepped out of the studies room, he was sent into the field. Arthur learned the masterful ways of a sword, a bow and arrow, both from foot and horseback. He was taught how to serve the King, how to ride beside him, how to kill and ultimately, how to live.

It wasn't until the summer of his twentieth birthday did Arthur's eyes start to linger around his surroundings. The more.. feminine surroundings. He quickly noticed there were few pairs of blue, green and brown eyes admiring him, red and pink lips whispering about him, dimples and blush decorating their cheeks. He was often teased about it by his fellow comrades, and though he was curious, Arthur did nothing to encourage any of them. His desires laid not in their beds, but in the upkeep of his propriety, his hopeful and bright outlook for his future, and the very and only example his father set for him as a boy.

When Arthur turned twenty-two, fully educated of how to be a strong man and a grand courtier, he decided it was time to return to his home of Powis, if only for a little while. He returned to find his father in the exact same place he left him in, but the short few years had done more to John Chamerlyn than any other decade. His face was wrinkled and exhausted, his hands were dirty and worn and his eyes were gone of any light once held there. It was plain to see any mistress had left his bed, and for however long, his father had been living in complete solitude. Surprisingly enough, Arthur was welcomed home with weak, open arms.

And that was the beginning of an actual father-and-son relationship. Like he did his mother, Arthur took care of the aging man, fed him and provided him company, jokes and tales of his time in King Henry VII's court. Days turned into months, months into years, and just as Arthur began pondering leaving Powis again, perhaps to live at Court again, his heart was captured by a girl he'd first met at the young age of five. Those huge blue eyes had hypnotized him even then, and in just a few short weeks, Arthur Chamerlyn and Margaret Thompson were lovers in mind, body and soul. She was gentle like his mother, made him laugh and shared the sharpening lens he looked at life through.

But their happiness was entirely short-lived, for her brutal father had her yanked from the Chamerlyn boy's grasp and flung her off to be married to some knight far, far away. And what pained Arthur beyond all thought was that she was carrying his child. His unborn, illegitimate child he so dearly wanted to claim. But he couldn't; it would ruin every bit of his plans set ahead before him. So just a few years with Margaret gone, Arthur left for Court at twenty-seven and has resided quietly and happily in the presence of the new Majesty, King Henry VIII and his grand palace for the past two and a half years.

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