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| Anne Parr | Dec 17 2010, 06:26 PM Post #1 |
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There was no mistaking that Anne Parr's mind was brimming with her own musings. What else was new? If the woman did not have a book in hand, she was scrutinizing, attempting to keep ever aware of the happenings about her person. If she were doing neither of those two, one could reasonably say that her reasoning remained elsewhere, focused on something or other within her own understanding. Women were mazes of their own making where the walls changed each day. She could be quiet and contemplative or altogether vivacious and effervescent. She was an ideal mixture of her two siblings while remaining very much her own distinct individual. Being the youngest, she was exposed to the opposing mirrors of their personalities. She could grapple William's eccentricity and couple it easily with Katherine's studious habits. Anne's subversive nature was perhaps why she had so found a kinship and interest in Arthur Chamerlyn. He seemed to share this quality with her, amongst others. Anne breathed a gentle sigh. One never did know what could be running through the feminine mind, and now with another of those times. Her pacing back and forth did not slow down or halt completely. She continued to move, taking steps from one end of the hearth to the other, and back again. The fire burned slowly, heating the room and allowing a temporary field of comfort as she took second-long glances upon the man seated before her. He appeared to be waiting patiently, drinking his wine off and on, but Arthur could easily hide annoyance if he so desired. For Anne, it was nervousness blended so evenly with titillation, fear with fascination. Though, she had prepared herself for this; she had prepared herself for the possibilities of what may come with this news along with his potential reactions. She could hardly imagine, but was hoping that it would bring them both a form of happiness. The past weeks had been somewhat galling. She wanted truly nothing more than to calm his troubled mind, to bring some form of stillness to his life. She could not imagine that this would bring devastation. He had wanted nothing more than Elizabeth. She had difficulty stringing the words, even in her mind. Now that he sat gazing upon her, his lucent eyes piercing, everything Anne had desired to say was lost in the commotion that was her reasoning. Her speech had been set in perfect order, but where was that order now? Arthur had so taken it and flung it directly into the fire itself where it burned into the midst of the ash and soot. With him inside of the room with her, the task at hand seemed blatantly more intricate. Yes, this evening was the setting of yet another visit. Anne had come to Arthur's chambers as she customarily did for months now. He had noticed nothing out of the ordinary as she greeted him tenderly, kissing him deeply coupled with an essence of longing. Nonetheless, the news that she carried along with her would make these one of the evenings she would probably recall for years to come. Had she foreseen this? Surely, but not so soon. The longer she had waited, the more apparent it became that the complexity within her life would grow; very much like the speck of life that grew inside of her now. Was it too forthwith to tell, she did not contemplate, but pondered that the inevitable had made her more gratified than she had been. "Forgive me, my dearest Arthur. I had my words arranged precisely," she said softly, a hand gliding fluidly around the golden chain that hung around her waist. She had lingered some time before this moment. With her movement paused, she turned to face him completely before continuing. "You have been so occupied as of late with all that has been occurring. Our moments together have waned since the arrival of Margaret and Elizabeth back into your life. Your political responsibilities have also, no doubt, not eluded you." Anne gave him an understanding smile. Naturally, all of this had been utterly predictable. She expected nothing less of his position or of his duties. He was a man of many charges, all of which were just as important as the next. "The last thing that I desire is to burden your mind further. You have a great deal ahead of you and I would not contemplate encumbering any of it, but this is equally as important, I assure you." Was she truly going to say all of this now? Lord, give me strength. She brushed a fallen curl from her cheek as she leaned against the edge of the fireplace, Arthur's puzzled expression only spurning her onwards. She must have appeared a fool, babbling on about seemingly nothing in particular when it was ultimately everything to her. He had taken her hand in marriage, but to secure him the heirs he required meant even more when anchoring her possible position. Anne had been charmed knowing that, unlike other noble alliances, she actually carried sincere sentiment for the Marquess. It would elevate her status, surely, but above ambition alone, she would have granted him anything that was in her power to give simply because of her devotion. Taking a few steps towards him, her gaze ever reassuring that she was coming to a point, Anne stood before him, her gaze once again finding his. "I have so waited for you to be happy. It has been trying as of late, but I have faith that what I shall say to you now will bring you some form of reassurance that not all is lost." She leaned down and placed her lips against his, her kiss barely there at all. "For you told me once that there is hope." She whispered oh so carefully, her mouth remaining mere inches from his. Her heart was racing within her chest, but one would never be able to notice its rush with Anne's tender stare ever confident. "I am with child, Arthur." |
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| Arthur Chamerlyn | Dec 18 2010, 11:29 PM Post #2 |
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Early January, 1512 Finally, it all seemed to be over. The celebrations and, most importantly, his storm of a mind seemed to be settling. Though he was still assimilating Margaret and Elizabeth comfortably into his life, the Marquess was slowly but surely beginning to breathe again. He'd neglected most of his political duties for the past few weeks, always turning his head the other way whenever noticing the ever-growing stack of letters and notices on his desk. Powis, he thought, could wait. But not today. Once he'd awoken, Arthur pressed himself into his work and, for hours, went piece by piece. Of course nothing too important, at least not as much as his principle adviser's impatience seemed to think. There were some considering his wedding arrangements, something he set aside for Anne to later deal with instead. Arthur was a man of many things, but frivolity and weddings were not his forte. Thank God for women, right? Arthur smirked as he, for what felt like the thousandth time today, scribbled his name on a sliver of what was his mountain of parchment. His stomach was growling and his eyelids were heavy, and as he went on to the next one, Arthur was dying for a distraction. "My Lord," Oh, thank the Heavens! James' voice hadn't ever sounded so gracious as he stepped through the doors. Arthur looked up almost immediately, standing from his char in hopes this was something relatively important. His eyes flickered over the young page as he waited. "The Lady Anne Parr is here." Yes, thank the Heavens indeed! He smiled brightly as he motioned to him to let her in, the relief swelling his chest and warming his very skin. Probably being the only person he wanted to see, Arthur embraced her warmly with capturing arms and an endearing kiss. "You've come at the perfect time." He smiled again and slowly released her, enjoying the sudden change of atmosphere in his rooms and settled comfortably in a chair before the open fireplace, turned so that it faced the more interior of the chambers. Beside him was an earlier-filled cup of wine, one he casually took into his hand and took indifferent, interval sips of. Anne was unusually quiet. Perhaps he had noticed it immediately, but despite the subtle oddity of it all, he remained still with a gentle smile set about his lips. She was so beautiful... and so very gracious for giving him her presence. He thought, as he sipped his wine, how many other men had a wife that actually brought their husbands relief? Genuine calm? He sighed contently as he sat there, looking after her and her hesitance with a sort of softness to his eyes. "I'm a patient man, my love, for the most part." He smiled crookedly, despite the concern her words dealt him. "Arranged her words?"... Ugh. Why can't he just ever have a purposeless visit with this woman?! Always something important! His expression fell, if only marginally, as she went on, and he could only sigh in response. Perhaps this time not-so contently. "Yes... yes, I know. I returned to Court with the first intention to reclaim my time with you." He shook his head. "Why does that feel like I'm asking so much? Surely it is not that complicated of a thing?" The Fates could be so cruel, could they not? It was almost laughable. As she went on, speaking some nonsense of burden and encumbering, Arthur rolled his eyes and actually lifted a hand to stop her from going any further. "Your humility kills me, Anne." He spoke, eying her firmly but still somewhat humorously. "I've yet to determine if it's a ploy to receive reassurance," his eyelids narrowed as he lifted a hand to his chin, pondering. "If that be the case, then allow me to give you all the reassurance in the world." He sighed and took a quick sip of his wine. "You can come to me, you know, any time of any day. You don't need to have some deathly important matter to find me, I assure you." Arthur smirked then, wanting nothing more than to stand up and embrace her. Silly, silly woman the Anne Parr could be. Who knew? As she approached him, he set aside his wine and smiled in acceptance. His eyes closed as she bent down, knowing that look on her face, that intention on her lips as she finally kissed him. He smiled beneath her apricot mouth, relishing in the familiar taste and her gentle words. "Always hope," he echoed in a light whisper, his eyes still closed. For a moment or two, he had completely forgotten this matter Anne had brought with her, and for a moment or two, he was just going to keep kissing her until it led to other things. Other things that he hadn't even had the time to think about as of late. Oh, the thought was so very warming... he pressed for another kiss, tender as it was it was still passionate and longing. He missed this damn woman. "I am with child, Arthur." He opened his eyes and stared at her. Thankfully his breath had remained even, but there was a drop in his stomach as if he'd just swallowed an anvil. And then, as soon as it dropped, it fluttered back into his chest and sputtered his heart into an irregular beat that he could only assume wasn't healthy. His eyes flickered from her right eye to her left eye, imploring for something, for the seriousness, for whatever he could find. And as the moments passed, all he could find was the mother of his child. His heir. The unborn Earl of Pembroke. Finally the breath caught in his throat and his breath grew rapid in his chest. Rapid with excitement, with happiness and anticipation that the Marquess couldn't even begin to blurt it out. "This..." he said breathlessly, standing from his chair to smile brightly down at her. "This is wonderful news!" He finally exclaimed, suddenly bending down to wrap his arms around her waist and lifting her from her feet, completing the sync with a quick twirl. "With child!" He echoed, smiling and pressing a kiss to her lips as he returned her to her feet. "Oh, how I have been so deprived of good news.." Anne! His soon-to-be-wife, pregnant with his child! His son! Daughter! Whatever! His lips stretched further with his smile, so happy he felt as if he'd lost a hundred and ninety pounds; he felt weightless. "How long have you known?" |
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| Anne Parr | Dec 20 2010, 05:31 PM Post #3 |
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As she remained pacing, her heart steadily pounding a deep and disquiet sound within the shelter of her ears, Anne was focused solely upon bringing this news as eloquently as possible. Her footfalls were significantly louder than she had anticipated, but perhaps that came only with the tinge of frustration that soon fell upon her. Despite the mixture of emotions that ran through her mind, irritation had originally not been one of them. Far from it, actually. Now, it began to rise within her, fueling itself off of Arthur's own dissatisfaction. She noticed that her lover's patience had grown thin with her rather collected silence. He grew aloof and defensive, much to her dismay. Her looks went from engaged to be replaced with a frown instead, a look of grievance finding her visage. Instead of saying anything, however, Anne placed a hand upon the edge of the hearth, listening to Arthur's rapidly growing indignation. She stood partially facing him, just allowing him to rail his heart out at her. Honestly, she just wanted him to be still with her. She just wanted him to shut that perfect mouth she adored so much. Now there was an idea. Even with his appearance of exasperation, his irritated voice, Arthur Chamerlyn could nevertheless move her to her knees with everything within her. Her bottomless gaze climbed his seated stance, proceeding over the figure she felt that she knew well by now. For a second, Anne could only smirk. There he was, embittered as all hell with her, and she could only ponder about him enfettered deeply within her, their bodies tangled in the sheets of his or her bed. Did it matter? Anne's mind followed a path of its own, knowing that their conduct, this exact behavior she was thinking of now, had embroiled them in this situation in the first place. God. The irony of the situation met her head-on and her reaction was just bordering laughter. "Arthur," her voice moved over his, the solitary sound of his name filling the gaps in his unsated rant. She raised a brow, a deep sigh filtering past her lips. If only he knew. Still, he rambled on and she listened, once again calling his name in order to somehow still his endless speech about her taking the liberty of seeing him without inviting trouble along with her arrival. What? She bit her lip, slightly offended by this assault. "I do see you without initiating another issue of sorts. You judge me wrongly, my love. I do nothing but take whatever opportunity to be with you. I am simply conscious that you have other business to attend to without worrying about the likes of me, humility aside." She stared at him then, visualizing a retort, no matter how humorous. "I come whenever you call upon me, I give you whatever relief you so require. Whatever more can I do for you? If there is anything, please, do not hesitate to bring it to my attention." This may have come off as an incensed series of statements, but Anne remained rather calm in her assertion, eying him in a method that spoke volumes as to what was truly going on inside of her head. She was entirely serious, hands upon her hips as it became even more obvious that she would be more than happy to serve him in whatever method she could. Before he even had the opportunity to say anything, however, she had wandered to him and placed her flush lips against his, dropping the very purpose of her visit. It could wait until later. It must have appeared comical watching them both; Anne's awaiting stare hovering mere inches from his, almost imploring a reaction, any reaction, that did not come immediately. Arthur mirrored this almost exactly, searching for something, anything to say. The dead air between them hung for mere seconds only, but long enough for Anne's concentration to stir. Say something! He was not upset, was he? Perhaps she should have waited. She has ultimately demolished her original idea of how to break the news, but what could be done now? If he did not want this, whatever would she say? What could be done? She opened her lips, only to find herself closing them again, her worry utterly evaporating when she heard him finally speak after what felt like an eternity. "This is wonderful news!" Anne released a sigh of relief, a joyous smile erupting forth. The weight that she felt at the base of her stomach lifted as he picked her up, wrapping her arms happily around his shoulders. Her brown curls happened to bounce in their own essence of glee as they both revolved, reveling in the fortune that had been bestowed upon them. Anne only leaned into his kiss, ardency spilling over. "I have not gone a single day without musing the possibility," she said, her breath warm against his lips as her fingertips found the very edge of his jaw. "I waited until I was perfectly certain. It has been mere weeks, but to keep my condition from you presented quite the challenge. It tortured me daily to not mention anything, including the possibility that your heir hovers so close to you." She glanced down upon her stomach, her hands smoothing over the deep velvet of her dress. "I had an inkling just before Christmastide, but preferred to wait supposing that I was fooling even myself. You had so much occupying your mind, Arthur. I could not have possibly uttered this. However, you and I have been blessed. I could not even imagine that it would have occurred this quickly, though it has made me delighted to no end..." Her voice trailed off as she blushed amidst the faint daylight streaming through the windows of his chambers. Anne had kept silent to everyone. It could quite possibly spell scandal all over it. She had not even given a hint to any of her dearest friends, let alone her two siblings. William and Katherine, oh God. How would they take to the news? She hesitated for a moment before gazing up into Arthur's awaiting gaze. "I do not suppose that we should tell my family quite yet, wouldn't you agree? You would find me dead come morning. I find that William is still weary of my commitment to you. God forbid that you and I mention that I am carrying your child." With a raise of her two brows at the concept of it, Anne could also not help but allow a brief simper to play upon her mouth. Pregnant and not yet married? She could picture her brother's complete retaliation and horror. "And to think that you became peevish with me when I was attempting to not sound like a damn fool," Anne looked at him out of the corner of her eye, narrowing them and shaking her head in mock distaste. "You, my Lord, have no tolerance for others making you wait, do you? I shall not forget that you so slighted me, especially after all of this time. Have you no faith in my companionship at all?" Allowing that to sit in the air for a moment, her irritated face became affectionate again and she could not help but wink playfully, jesting completely. "And carrying your child, no less. Tsk, tsk. Whatever shall I do with you?" |
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| Arthur Chamerlyn | Dec 26 2010, 07:52 PM Post #4 |
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Oh, this was all too beautiful! That was apparent in his wife smile, beaming down at what was not only his wife-to-be, but the mother of his child. His hands were tight around her arms as he held her there, sheer excitement tensing the muscles in his arms and fingers. His eyes flickered down to her stomach as hers did, even placing a warm hand over his as she touched what was holding his heir. "So very close, indeed..." he whispered, clutching her fingers pressed over her growing womb. "And even more blessed." Arthur kissed her again, cherishing already his unborn child. He drew away from her, though, as she mentioned her family. Arthur sighed in annoyance, recalling Essex's rather... well, whatever. William Parr was an odd one and Arthur would just leave it at that. He'd agreed to their marriage, and right now that was all the Marquess could ask for. "Yes, perhaps it is best to..." he paused as his eyes darted mindlessly around, as if searching for the word. "Keep the celebrations between ourselves until the time is deemed appropriate." He sighed; he so badly wanted to flaunt her pregnancy, his heir, but Anne was not yet quite his. Oh, he would have to have her as his wife very, very soon. He felt as if he could not wait any longer. And she seemed to know that much, much too well. Arthur frowned at first, wanting to think his patience was at least somewhat liberal. But soon enough his lips overturned into a humored grin and he shook his head. "Well I do know these are going to be longest next seven months of my life." He sighed lightly and looked at her, amused with her attempts to tease and berate him. "I fail to believe there is any man out there that wouldn't be peevish with you, how could you ever expect patience with this sort of glorious news?" He shook his head. "As a matter of fact, I should be even more peevish that you didn't tell me sooner." The crystal hue of his eyes implored the chocolate ones of hers. "No matter what is happening, or where my mind is, you are what's most important." He leaned in and pressed a kiss to her forehead. "You and now our child." Arthur so, so badly wanted to shout to the entire world what he'd just been given. But, modest as he was, the Marquess would live only in silent glory until his heir finally came. He could never tread too lightly; pregnancies were dangers, and though Anne proved herself to be fertile, there was no telling what the next seven, eight months would be like. But he was beyond anticipating, and embraced whatever he could as much as he could. "And never forget that." He moved away from her then, swiping his cup of wine from the table and lifting it to his lips. He drank quickly, happily, and sighed in content as he finished it. Seemed like with all this ahead of him, wine tasted even better. Arthur smiled. "You must live a life of extreme caution until he is born, my love.." she knew this. He knew she knew this. But there was something in the father-to-be that could not be stopped. "For it is no longer only your life you must take care of." Unable to resist, Arthur closed the space between them again and flattened a light palm over her still-small womb. "And I will be here," he began in a whisper, drawing close. "To take care of the both of you." He smiled and kissed her, passionately and slowly. A fever began to rise within his chest as he felt her lips against his, her familiar body etched into the curves of his own. But no; she was carrying what he had wanted for so very long, and to think! Anne Parr would be the one to give it to him... he would have never thought that girl of a blossoming fifteen with dark inquisitive eyes and striking long hair would be the woman to stand beside him as his Marchioness and the mother of Powis' heirs. "Methinks there has never been a happier man." |
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| Anne Parr | Jan 1 2011, 01:19 PM Post #5 |
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The excitement of the moment was almost unbearable. Their first meeting, their first morning together, the pleasures they had found within the hidden and enigmatic enclosures of Powis' gardens, his arrival back from his castle. All of this flashed with such consistency within her thoughts. The warmth of his fingers barely tracing her womb could only bring another simper across Anne's lips. It was true that she was smitten with exuberance. It was impossible to believe that she could not be. Had their meeting under Hampton Court's autumn moonlight led them both to this? The cobalt light of his gaze fell upon hers as Anne raised herself up gently upon the very tips of her toes to meet his mouth in a tender and slow kiss. This moment was theirs and it belonged to the future of Powis' heirs. Secretly, she anticipated that this was the very first child of at least a small handful for she could imagine daughters and sons running amongst the castle's expansive verdure. At this point, Anne would fathom a world of possibilities. The mention of William Parr, however, spurned her lover in an opposite direction, leaving Anne to only nod in agreement with the decision to keep the news of her pregnancy under wraps. It would have overturned her cards completely if William or Katherine were to find out. William had mentioned his awareness of Anne's actions at Powis, as he was no fool to the desires of his youngest sibling. The fact that Anne had departed so suddenly and without regard demonstrated that her focus had been arranged upon the Marquess with little thought to the consequences. Arthur Chamerlyn had been not only a prudent verdict, but had proven himself a magnanimous and sharp man with a contingency for a noteworthy future. Anne Parr had secured her position at Court; she would have done everything in her power to secure a husband as well, very much against the proper etiquette of the time. "As a matter of fact, I should be even more peevish but you didn't tell me sooner." Upon the mention of this, Anne feigned indifference, offering him a brief shrug and a tender smile in jest. "And if I had told you sooner and it became a false alarm? What would I have done then? To only raise your expectations and for nothing?" Her gentle hands found the strength in his arms as she ran her fingers down them slowly. "Nay, I could not do that. The light within in your eyes when you mentioned Elizabeth and that you were a father... to see that so deflated would have vexed me to no end." As he moved away from her, her hands releasing him so he could take another drink of his favorite wine, she watched him as she walked toward the desk stacked with parchment. As usual, he had been hard at work. Even here, his March could never wait. Life moved steadily apace as it always did and his governance was very much required. Her fingers danced over a pile of paperwork remaining off to the side as she listened him speak. On it, she noticed a number of his advisers signatures, several requested dealings anywhere from the management of given estates to border disputes, to tax revenues. It had come upon Arthur so rapidly and yet, he managed it with remarkable ease it seemed. She glanced back to him, her grin never faltering. "No doubt, I will be sure to monitor all of my movements now. I shall keep away from riding for the time being, along with overexertion. The Princess will be curious to know why I am not bustling about as I usually do." Running a finger along the curl within her hair in thought for a moment, her glimpse back to Arthur flickered with confidence and gratification. "This child holds all of the importance in this world for the both of us. I so desperately desired to give you an heir. Now that we have been granted this, I will be prudent in all of my duties, my darling. I fully intend on bringing what I hope is a son into the world to follow in the footsteps of his father." In truth, Anne was hoping for a daughter, but only after a successor had been secured. In the back of her mind, she wondered what Arthur would do concerning Elizabeth as well. She was also his beneficiary, though it would greatly complicate matters if he so desired to bequeath her with any sort of endowment. Before she had the opportunity to ask, she found herself silenced as his hand met the flatness of her belly, soon to swell. The warmth that was his breath against her face only brushed even her thoughts away as a brushed against her skin with the lightness of a feather. "And I will be here to take care of the both of you." The close proximity of his body before her only appeared to pull her into his embrace and she kissed him with an ever increasing intensity. The taste of the wine upon his lips coupled with the apparent rapture for the man within her fervent hands did nothing but taunt her sensuality. It teased her effortlessly now as her touch found the fastenings of his doublet, beginning to open the garment with a delicious ardor. However, the deeper she kissed, the closer she came to realizing what she was doing. By that point, she found her bottom pressed against the edge of the desk and his body viciously convenient against her. Christ, she thought she pulled her lips from his, a deep flush finding her cheeks. "Do you see what you do to my resolve, my Lord?" She whispered, still unwilling to release him. "You trample it so easily... this shall be the longest seven months for whom?" She gazed up at him, teasing as she moved to fasten his clothes once again, a gentle sigh escaping her. "I am sorry, Arthur. You bring out the more carnal side of me, I am afraid. How might I keep my own hands to myself? Never my life has anyone come close to challenging me as you challenge me daily, in every respect." She meant every word of it and she released another sigh, a wink quickly following. Who would have thought that Anne Parr could also be a horrendous tease? The fact of the matter was that the coming months could prove grueling in more than one single method. With Arthur away at Powis, Christmastide, and now with the coming of the new year, the two of them had barely any time to focus upon themselves, let alone find the means of intimate junctures. The pregnancy had occurred so quickly, it could have been akin to a miracle with its expedition. Anne thought that neither of them have expected it. Now with her eyes still upon her betrothed, she placed a gentle kiss against his cheek, closing her eyes briefly. She would have granted him the very world if it would charm him. Reaching over to the side of the desk, however, Anne's fingers took hold of the stack of papers that rested upon it, not once moving from Arthur's side. "I could not help but notice this," she motioned as she took them, glancing at them for a moment. "The male reluctance to deal with weddings and his keen observance to matters of state?" Once again, she teased him, her regard for him matching her amused smile. "Shall I venture forth and handle these affairs for you? It seems that you have more than enough to manage without concerning yourself with frivolities. And speaking of frivolities, I have more news to share with you." Placing the parchment back upon the desk, she walked past him, the goblet he had in his hand moments before finding her grasp instead. "My brother's attentions seem to have fallen upon the prospect of taking on another bride," Anne stated, pouring the Marquess another glass of wine. She handed it to him and took a seat in the chair he had been sitting in earlier. 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| Arthur Chamerlyn | Jan 4 2011, 07:12 PM Post #6 |
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Arthur took his eyes from her as she spoke of the potential false alarm, had she told him sooner. He sighed and thought of Elizabeth, how enthralled he had been to hear of her growing in Margaret's belly... and how darkened he'd been when it was all so suddenly gone. Had it been so obvious to Anne? Was she so keen to the light in his eyes? Probably. It frightened him sometimes, having someone -a woman- know nearly everything about him. But Anne, if not anyone else, could be most trusted with both his heart, children and March. "I can't say I would have been vexed," he replied plainly, "I would have simply grown even more compelled to put truth in the falsity." He smirked, briefly appraising her before shaking his head in ridicule. He stood there proudly as she spoke of monitoring her movements, something he hoped would not be taken lightly. Though ordering her to a temporary life nearly chained to the ground -or to her belly, shall we say- seemed rather torturous, it was beyond necessary. Now with the babe growing inside her, Arthur could not lose it. And though he could not be there every second of every day to make sure all went well, he hoped Anne would truly value the weight of their unborn child. His chest swelled with warmth as she mentioned her happiness, her desire to bless him an heir. What better thing could a man ask to hear? Even better, he hadn't even asked for it! A slow smile crept to his lips as he looked at her, having set aside his wine and touched the flat -for now- plane of her belly. Her kiss came welcomed and immediately returned, such love and passion for his betrothed slowly bringing his eyelids closed and chaining weights to his now slow-moving muscles. Arthur recognized this sort of closeness, how gentle and curious her tongue was between his lips. As he felt the solidity of the table behind her, Arthur was only seconds away from stopping what she had started. Though he yearned to revisit what once seemed so forbidden, he couldn't. Even as her coy fingers released the buttons of his black and gold-stitched doublet, the Marquess hadn't lost sight of what was right and what was just dangerous. Though Anne had tried at damn near every one of his bearings, Arthur was able to enjoy and relish her affections without getting too carried away... and thankfully, having always hated turning from her, her mouth parted first and her gaze almost accusing. His eyebrows raised in question. "To your resolve?" He asked in disbelief, stepping away with an abashed, appalled expression. "I'm astounded, my Lady, to see you so easily pinpoint the blame." His hands worked quickly to refasten the buttons of his doublet before shaking his head and grinning humorously at her. Moving back to her, Arthur leaned close for another kiss, only to be silenced by a vaguely-familiar piece of parchment held precariously as if it were evidence. He looked at it blankly, only a thin film of amusement over his expression as she teased him. His broad shoulders lifted into a brief shrug, finally flashing a small smirk as he realized the ever-growing stack of similar interests on his desk. "Why do you suppose I left them?" He asked with a skeptical brow. "I should have known, though, that you would find them before I told you." One of the many reasons why the Anne Chamerlyn would make a grand Marchioness. "By all means," he waved a single, indifferent hand as she set the paper aside. "Take it all. You might want to hurry, though... Lord Robert seems to be growing impatient." Arthur smirked and moved back over to his cup of wine, sipping it easily and happily. It was soon gone, though, and he placed it back upon the wood. Seeing her husband in need -or so she thought- he watched her hands pour him yet another cup and hand it smoothly over to him. He took it with an appreciative smile, though brought it back down from his lips as she spoke of her brother and new pending wife. Ursula Pole. He had heard the Lady Essex, Anne Bourchier, had fallen ill and was confined to her bed. Rumors were she would soon be with the Lord, something the Earl perhaps took light in. His brows furrowed if only for a moment before taking a sip of the wine, pondering it all. But, keeping things light and keeping himself attained to Anne Parr, Arthur only smiled. "The Lady Pole, you say?" Ah, Ursula. "She is a good woman, of sound mind and a strong desire for knowledge." Yes, the Marquess had once taken a liking to the Lady Ursula, having courted her for a short time and growing further their friendship. "She, I think, is quite the match for your brother. I see no reason for you or Katherine to dislike her. " "I've spent some time with the Lady Pole, just at the end of our awful summer season. She comes from a good family, and in all means a fair Englishwoman. Countess of Essex seems a very befitting title for her." He smiled then, haphazardly, before taking another sip of his wine and moving to his desk, where his eyes scanned briefly over the piles and piles of parchment. "Are you having your doubts, my love?" Typical of Anne, concerning her relationship with her elder brother. Profoundly protective, the both of them were, both based on the Earl's marriage to the weakening Anne Bourchier. |
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| Anne Parr | Jan 12 2011, 01:48 PM Post #7 |
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”Why do you suppose I left them?” The smug look upon her face only happened to increase at this. The male familiarity with indifference,most especially with all matters concerning anything remotely feminine in nature, should hardly have surprised her. It was true, however, that Arthur Chamerlyn had more important matters to contend with than worrying himself with an upcoming wedding. Despite it being his own, Anne could imagine that perhaps the realm of politics would seem momentously more thrilling. If it were to be her in his very position, she would have thought the very same. Therefore, she could hardly blame him. On the other hand, wedding were important and demonstrated a bureaucratic exhibition. It was a formation of alliances, of houses and titles in order to increase status and power. Unlike many marriages of the time, their alliance concentrated on more than merely prestige. Now with her apparent pregnancy and hope of an heir, Powis' power could only grow assuming that Anne could carry the child, a boy, to full term. If not, it may carry severe consequences. This became a part of the reason why she became so adamant upon doing nothing to jeopardize her pregnancy. The wedding was also quickly approaching. When he commented upon the impatience of Lord Robert, her brow gave a questioning raise. There was little doubt within her mind that Arthur had handled what had been necessary up to this point,but again, his reasoning to possibly so excuse the endeavour for other matters would not have shocked her. ”Impatient?” Anne almost snorted, resting a hand upon the parchment a moment longer. ”Does he know the meaning of the word? He has not yet crossed me and my ventures with expedience.” The devilish smirk upon her lips was practically conniving. ”I will most certainly handle this with all haste, perhaps give the gentleman some competition.” Settling comfortably into the chair, her dark eyes handing all of her attention to the man before her, Anne realized that she knew very little of the lady in question. She had not yet had the pleasure of being in her company, nor even crossing her path at Court. As usual, gossip flowed and moved its way about all the nobles, but Anne paid little mind to it. It was a rather curious sensation to be so caught off guard. Lady Ursula Pole seemed as illusive as her own siblings' interest. William was capable of hiding a great deal, especially his feelings about others. To Anne and Katherine first and foremost, his emotions were a mirror itself when it came to his sisters. Otherwise, he was capable of severe indifference. Anne had not the slightest conception that William had his eyes upon anyone and she should have. It was true that she had known that Anne Bourchier lay bedridden and at death's door. She should have suspected that despite William's dalliances with other women, he would be looking for another to permeate his bed for longer than simply a handful of hours. The Marquess, however, appeared to know significantly more. Anne tilted her head in curiosity at the thought of this. Arthur Chamerlyn lived very much his own life before the two of them had met one another. No doubt, he had his own affairs. This was normal and she was not about to question it, notably because of his position. He had been an eligible bachelor with a generous amount to offer any woman who had captivated his attention. ”Oh, I could hardly say that I dislike her. I do not even know her, let alone can I make any judgements about her,” she stated rather thoughtfully, biting at her bottom lip. ”However, knowing that you have had the opportunity to befriend her and have such agreeable notions towards her person gives me some satisfaction. I believe that William has had quite his own share of follies with women. With all that has occurred with Lady Anne, he could use a companion with a resolute mind and a sound conscience. I trust that the lady shall deliver that to him without any discord.” For he had witnessed quite enough of it. For once, Anne wished for nothing more than her brother to have some essence of peace in his life. Without missing a step, she leaned against the arm of the chair, resting her chin within her palm as she vigilantly gazed at her lover. ”Doubts? Would it be a mistake to have them at Court? One could never be too cautious here. And you have heard nothing of any of her,” Anne paused, attempting to find the right word. ”... unfavourable qualities?” She knew she sounded a skeptic, perhaps even one of those ridiculous noble women who would banter off and on about the other highborn located at Court, but she figured that above all people, Arthur would surely understand her plight. Would she know her possible detractor? Anne did not have it on proper authority to assume a defensive position, knowing full well that William would be more inclined to comprehend his beloved, let alone listen to the rambles of his siblings. He surely knew all of this, but what if he did not? ”I should be the final individual asking for this, should I not?” Anne smirked, shaking her head at her own preposterous notions. ”He would look to my own actions with you and mention that I cared nothing for any misgivings when I found favor with your person, let alone seek advice from others.” She stood up then, walking up behind of him as he posed himself by his desk. She ran her hands down his back tenderly, remembering how quickly her brother came to dislike this man. Endlessly apprehensive, even now, William failed to trust Arthur Chamerlyn, clinging to the origins of their relationship as the basis of his distrust. ”My concern lies solely with his own well being. I do not doubt that he is fully capable of finding himself a suitable match,very much like I did.” She smirked, pressing her lips carefully against the back of his neck. (OOC: This is quality shit. I cannot write here in Tennessee, so I am not going to write until I get back to Canada. I get back in four days. You can respond to this or let me rewrite it when I get back. Or close this thread out entirely so that we can move on to another one.) |
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