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| Andrew Dudley | Nov 17 2010, 10:17 PM Post #1 |
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Andrew didn’t know what was happening with his life. Not only did he actually listen to his brother about only having one mistress; that woman happened to be the Princess of Denmark and now she had gone and told him that she was having his child. He was already miserable thanks to his brother arranging him a marriage, but now he had to deal with the fact that he had gotten Christina pregnant. They would have to keep it secret of course, well as long as they possibly could. The Earl was not going to forgive his younger brother, even if it was John’s fault for putting it in Andrew’s head that he only needed one mistress. He should have known Andrew would do something stupid like this, because now Andrew had grown attached to the Princess, like a spoilt child unwilling to give up his favourite toy. He would do right by Christina and the child as best as he good, though right thing to do was probably to stop seeing her, but now that she was with child, he couldn’t make himself do that. He still hadn’t the courage to ask for her hand like he promised he would, everyone would think it a joke. He was a fool to believe that he and the Princess could be together, but the only way to accomplish that would to be to runaway with her, now wouldn’t that go down well with Christina’s entourage and guardian, and his brother too. Public gatherings didn’t seem all the grand to him anymore, but at least his betrothal to Magdalen Dacre was reason enough for his sully mood, so he didn’t have to pretend that everything was fine. And to make matters worse, he had heard news that his sister-in-law was with child too. Normally something like that would cause for celebration within a family, but Andrew already knew that if his brother had been intolerable before, what is he going to be like now? The thought scared Andrew, but he would still have to deal with his brother, if he still wanted his allowance and still wanted out of this stupid marriage John had set up for him. And against all odds, Andrew still attended some of the Christmas celebrations; it would be a little suspicious if he didn’t. Avoiding the ballroom floor, he headed towards the tables. He suddenly paused though as he spotted his sister, strange that she was quite alone, especially in her predicament. Andrew grinned, would she like John fussing over her? Amused at the thought, he sat by her side, casually putting up his boots on the edge of the table as he glanced at her. “So beloved sister, are you ready to run away with me yet? John’s only going to get worse you know and you’ve still got months to go!” Andrew laughed; at least this was one thing he could laugh about. |
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| Catherine Willoughby | Nov 17 2010, 10:46 PM Post #2 |
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Every night, starting with Christmas Day, seemed an opportunity for a lot of laughter, eating, drinking, and general merriment at court. Although Catherine would often scowl at such things, the holiday festivities were, somehow, different. For the Twelve Days, she at least enjoyed watching the dancing from her place at the long tables on either side of the room, the dancers in the middle, the great hall filled with the sound of laughter and talking. For most of the evening, she spent time with some of the other ladies at court she counted amongst her friends, chattering with them about completely irrelevant things. She had to admit, for a few days a year, she didn't mind gossip and idle talk. The joyous environment--the greenery around the palace, the carols, the wassails, the masques and plays put on for the court--was infectious. Thanks to her general good mood, the presence of her brother-in-law did not irk her nearly as much as it usually did. Perhaps it was the Christmas spirit. Most likely it was the free-flowing wine (though she was sure not to drink too much, lest she humiliate herself again, this time in greater company). Whatever it was, when Andrew sat himself down next to her like an ingrate with his feet on the table, she had no cruel, snappish things to say to him. She did wrinkle her nose, making a little face at his choice of words--and that he had mentioned the unmentionable. How on earth did he know? She had told no one but John and Her Majesty! What on earth...? For a moment, as she eyed him over the goblet of wine she had in hand, Catherine looked as if she were going to bite his head off. "When shall you get it in your head that will never happen?" was what she said instead, rolling her eyes as she set the goblet down on the table before her. Blue eyes focused briefly with distaste at his dirty boots. Didn't his mother teach him better manners? Catherine had a feeling he did such things just to irk her. So he would not win at this, she wouldn't let herself be bothered by it. Or, at least, she would not let him know she was. "What do you mean, he will only get worse?" Pretending to ignorance worked for some people; maybe it would work for her, acting as if she had utterly no idea what he was speaking of. She even widened her eyes, her face a mask of curiosity when she knew exactly what he was talking about. There was one thing she did want to know: how he had found out. If John had told him, oh, there would be hell to pay... but no, he wouldn't have done that. Would he? She was worried now absolutely everyone knew of her condition, when she was sure it was only known to two souls. Nothing on earth would get her to ask Andrew such a thing. If she acted as if she didn't know what he was talking about, maybe he would stop. Maybe they could even have a cordial conversation. She doubted it, but maybe. |
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| Andrew Dudley | Nov 18 2010, 10:29 PM Post #3 |
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Andrew feigned a whimpering puppy look as Catherine told him in a question that for her to do such a thing was unthinkable, or would not happen in a million years. “Catherine! You break my heart!” He grinned at her as he poured himself some wine, but not a lot, he was going to stay next to sober from here on end, well he was going to try anyway. He sipped at his wine as he surveyed the room. So many of an opportunity to get women in bed and here he was keeping his harpy-of-a-sister company. It wasn’t as if she needed his company though, she despised him, but Christina had ruined every other opportunity for him to bed other women. Even before she told him she was pregnant, all he wanted was her and how could the others top a Princess? Andrew gave Catherine a sideways glance, before going back to his wine. Of course no one had actually told him, but he had guessed, especially with the way John was acting. Andrew had grown up with him, so he would know the change in him, even if John did his best to hide it. Something was up and seeing Catherine now confirmed his suspicions. He glanced at her again, eyed her chest and smirked. “Come now Catherine, you know what I am talking about. That bosom of yours has grown since last I saw you.” The gleam in his eyes revealed his humour on the matter; it was also an inkling of what he might be thinking. It was just like Andrew to notice something like that on a woman, even with his sister-in-law. And now that he thought about it, he should have noticed the same thing with Christina, but then he hadn’t seen her in a while and whether she was pregnant with his child was the last thing he had on his mind. Returning to his wine and watching the room, Andrew’s face softened. If he was sober more often, there might have been a chance that he got along with his family, which would never happen now that he had gone and done something so forbidden. “Just don’t go and die on him, if he lost you during the birth he’ll be miserable for the rest of his life…but.” Andrew paused and looked at her, even giving her a smile. “You’re strong Catherine, so I don’t think I would ever be rid of you.” His smile grew into a grin as if distracting her from the fact that he had actually just said something that made sense for once. |
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| Catherine Willoughby | Nov 19 2010, 05:51 PM Post #4 |
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"Very funny." Catherine's voice was flat as she rolled her eyes at her brother-in-law, the two of them having re-hashed this same conversation so many times it seemed all by rote, memorized, ready to go when either of them ran into the other. She knew he did it to irk her--and irk her he did--because it certainly wasn't true. Why would he want anything to do with her? The mere thought was abhorrent to her. Something about Andrew she didn't like. Probably just because she knew his behavior and wondered why any woman allowed him in their presence unless they absolutely had to, as Catherine did, for now they sadly were family. Maybe he was just jealous of John. But of what, she had no idea. That little shudder of disgust from Catherine wasn't new, but when Andrew had come up to her to speak with her, she thought this time he wouldn't elicit such a reaction. She was wrong. "If you ever say anything like that again, I might slap you," she declared lightly, turning her head delicately away from him, not wanting to even think that he ever looked at her in that way (but knowing his general manner, she knew he probably did, which made her feel rather ill). The idea of wearing a partlet up to her chin was sounding quite appealing right about now. "I still know nothing of what you are speaking of, at any rate." Sometimes, she was a very bad liar. This was one of those times. "Miserable how? Miserable as if he truly would be sad, or miserable because it would inconvenience you?" She just had to ask. And anyway, it happened fairly often; that was the one reason she was so terrified of being with child, not that she would confirm it one way or the other to her brother-in-law when she intended to tell no one else. Who knew what could happen. Catherine shook her head, noting the change in Andrew's demeanor, but to her it meant nothing. Everything with him was ridiculous. She was convinced he could never be serious, just as his brother her husband could never be serious about anything. Of course, she knew she was entirely too serious, considering various comments about how she needed to enjoy her life instead of focus so much on things like duty, responsibility, proper behavior. Somewhere in there, she had the potential for it, but she didn't trust herself. Not at court. At court, she could never be herself, nor could anyone else. "I pray I will not leave until God's time, whenever that is," Catherine said, solemnly. She did not reflect his smile, instead looking rather thoughtful. There was a moment's pause and for once, she confided something in him, knowing she would most likely regret it later, but it was out before she could think too much about it: "No, you're wrong: I'm not. People just think I am. I'm glad they do." |
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| Andrew Dudley | Nov 21 2010, 09:28 PM Post #5 |
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Andrew almost died of laughter. The way poor Catherine was reacting to his brashness and her continuing to play innocent was just too much for him. He almost fell out of his chair from laughing too much; though he calmed, knowing all too well that his mean sister-in-law would actually slap him. He sighed softly and shook his head, he couldn’t be bothered pressing the matter, not because he was finally behaving, but it was simply getting boring. He looked down at his wine, or what was left of it, it was a miracle that there was any left at all. He downed the rest and placed the empty goblet onto the table. He then leaned back in his chair, re-adjusting his boots on the table as he shifted to face Catherine more. “Inconvenience? Yes I think it would. But he would be sad, worse than sad. Besides, who will I annoy then?” He smirked at her softly as he reached for the pitcher again but paused and stopped himself, before returning to his relaxed state. “Yes, as do we all.” He blinked then, surprised that she would reveal something like that, and actually reveal it to him of all people. His brow rose, but he never got a chance to comment as they were soon interrupted by the silly Duchess of Norfolk, whom he immediately put on a flirt for. Issy bounced over, well as best as one could with a pregnant belly. Her belly was still in hiding though in the amounts of fabrics her new wealth allowed her to wear, so one couldn’t quite tell as to how along the Duchess was, but she was indeed pregnant. It was the only reason Thomas married her, but no one was to know that. She had been approaching ever since Andrew had made that brash comment of his and this was the reason Issy interrupted. With her new powers gone to her head, she frowned at Andrew, especially at him laughing at her Cathy. She didn’t quite understand what exactly he had been talking about, but she should have known with her own body having gone through the same changes. Without even thinking, she leaned over the table, one hand resting on her belly (a mother’s instinct) as with her other hand she slapped Andrew across the face, glaring at him a little. “Don’t be mean to my Cathy, play nice.” Then as if she hadn’t done such a thing, she straightened and smiled sweetly at Catherine, both hands resting on her stomach. “He is like a naughty doggy isn’t he? You have to hit them if they misbehave.” She paused and scrunched up her nose, glancing at Andrew as if he were some diseased rat. “I can’t believe he is your brother, Cathy, he is not like Johnny at all!” Pausing again it seemed as if she were distracted by something, she suddenly dipped her head to Catherine. “Apologies Cathy, gotta run!” It was clear to see that Issy still didn’t have the hang of how a Duchess should be, but she was getting there. As if she had seen Stephen Gardiner or Edward Stanley (her babysitters) or worse her husband, she hurried away, but if either Catherine or Andrew looked, it was hard to determine whether Issy was running away from them or being a little obedient Duchess and running to them. |
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| Catherine Willoughby | Nov 30 2010, 12:31 AM Post #6 |
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Catherine had nothing to say in combative response to her brother in law. She simply nodded, her face not serious as it usually was, but thoughtful. Strange, he seemed to understand what she meant, having revealed such a vulnerability to someone she enjoyed berating. Some part of her wondered if he would stop with such comments that made her angry and, worse, embarrassed. Most likely not, in which case, she would never confide to him in anything, even something minor, for he would simply turn around and use it to irk her as seemed his most joyous occupation in life; besides bedding multitudes of women, that is. When Isabella Howard showed up, she was surprised. She was even more surprised at the silly Duchess's actions: slapping Andrew. Her blue eyes twinkled in mirth, glancing from Issy to Andy and back, shaking her head. "He is," she agreed, shooting a look to her brother in law. He was indeed a dog who needed to be put on a leash, especially around women. God knows he would not be up to such trouble were he more controlled by someone. Catherine thought it her job, for John was entirely too kind to him. Not having siblings, she would not have given any money to any of them if they behaved as Andrew had. John's good heart was very abused by his brothers. It was Catherine's job to make sure it would no longer happen now that she was around to muck up all their fun. "No, he isn't." Another agreement with Issy as she flounced off. Catherine took a little sip of wine, glancing to Andrew, adding thoughtfully, "It's a shame you aren't. Then I might actually like you. But instead, you need to be a good example of how a man ought not to act, especially the way you speak to me. I should slap you more often if it would get you to behave. Better yet, John should send you back to Warwick where you can languish alone without all these beautiful, stupid women at your disposal!" Flashing him a bright smile, she nodded. "Perhaps I ought to tell him to do so. Take away your allowance, send you back where you belong, instead of being a family embarrassment with your wanton behavior." |
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| Andrew Dudley | Nov 30 2010, 10:11 PM Post #7 |
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Andrew had every intention to flirt with the Duchess of Norfolk, play with her mind a bit, but as if she knew his intentions, she slapped him. He was dumbstruck. He just sat there and blinked, trying to remember whether he had been slapped before, maybe he had been, but nothing as close as that. And then of course it got worse when she referred to him as a dog, he blinked again and looked from the Duchess to Catherine. For one of the first times in his life, Andrew Dudley was speechless. He didn’t know whether to laugh or be offended. Then finally, as he rubbed at his face he grumbled. “I am not.” He sounded like that of a spoilt child refusing to believe his error in ways, no matter how true it was. He watched as the Duchess left as quickly as she arrived, making Andrew believe that she had strode over to simply slap him. Well now he had learned his first lesson; never underestimate Isabella Howard, no matter how dull she seems. Just the thought of Isabella rising to power made Andrew shudder at what bizarre things she could get up to, or worse would she have any influence on her husband? Thinking about that rocked him to the core. He was so lost in his thoughts that he barely heard what Catherine said. He blinked again, gave Catherine all his attention, raising a brow. “Pardon? Wait what! No, Catherine, No! Please don’t.” Now his sulking puppy look was genuine. “I’ll be bored out of my mind and…” He paused, he wasn’t going to tell her about Christina, as long as Christina was still at court, it’s where he wanted to stay. But however long that will be would be determined however long until her family finds out about her ‘condition’. |
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