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| Margaret Courtenay | Jan 13 2011, 11:47 AM Post #1 |
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[align=center]![]() MARGARET COURTENAY ![]() * I can't sleep now, no not like I used to. I can't breathe in and out like I need to. It's like breaking ice now to make any movement. What's your vice? You know that mine's the illusion. So don't you stop pushing me, I can take so much. Goodbye apathy. So long apathy. I don't want to be you. . HEY THERE. THE NAME IS LINA, AND I AM YOUR MOTHER. I'VE BEEN ROLEPLAYING FOR ABOUT TEN THOUSAND YEARS AND MY OTHER CHARACTERS WOULD BE ANNE PARR. I FOUND FKAC AT IN A GALAXY FAR, FAR AWAY. OH, BY THE WAY, I READ THE RULES. WANT PROOF? THE CODE WORD IS AU. WANT TO REACH ME? HERE'S MY IM: ASK! [/align]What could there possibly be for me to say? Does it not all sound like the story of a thousand others here at Court? Between all of the nobility, tales must all sound alike, should they not? But fie! Wait! It is not quite how you so perceive it. Everyone possibly has a tale of their own that could utterly call to one's soul, the listener being captivated indeed by the words falling forth. Am I the one who perhaps requires to move you? Listen and pay close attention then, if you so desire to hear my plight. Or it may be no plight at all, at least not anymore. Perhaps my story is only at its opening. From the beginning, I considered myself quite fortunate. I was born Margaret Courtenay, the daughter of William Courtenay, the first Earl of Devon, and Princess Catherine of York. From birth, I was linked closely with the royal houses of Tudor and Plantagenet, and was the granddaughter of Edward IV. Mother was adamant upon explaining to me the righteousness of such a connection until it was ingrained deep within my consciousness. If that delights my own sense of amour-propre, I cannot say. I forsake egoism, even though it has the tendency to show its ugly head at times in my general direction. Though I do not remember much of my father, for I was very young when he died, much younger than my older brother, Henry (I had an even younger brother still, but he passed before he had the opportunity to breathe at all it seems), I remember his deep rattling breath. I would find myself in his arms before bed, the vibration of his humming against my cheek as I grew tired. That was really the only comfort I ever knew of him before he was incarcerated. Ah, yes. I did say the word 'incarcerated' in response to your sudden raised brow. My beloved brother quite lost his chances at inheriting the Earldom of Devon because of this infraction. As I mentioned earlier, my upbringing may not have been as glorious as you imagine. My father was suspected of corresponding with the House of York and was thrown into the Tower by King Henry VII. My mother was devastated. I also recall how her tears ran when this news was shared with her. He was never released, dieing and forsaken by the King who had once so adored him. Oh, how admiration can be fleeting! However, my mother was, and still is, quite the remarkable woman. Having a keen sense of strength about her, a trait I am told even I hold, along with determination and practicality, she kept her fortitude intact with even more pizazz. She had been unwilling to allow this to daunt her, let alone completely destroy the family name. With much flair and a distinguished sense of dignity, my mother kept her social connections very much alive and active, while she worked hard to raise her two children; children which she had the greatest of hopes for. I was given the very best education a young girl could have. Henry's, of course, by far overshadowed mine own, though even my brother was a great tutor. I was taught French, Latin, philosophy, theology, as well as the Classics, common for my status and position. My mother kept Henry and I so sheltered, however, refusing to allow the tainted life of Court to so flow into our household and into our lives. This was more or less completed to keep the scandal of my father's imprisonment at bay, if not the mishaps which had occurred during the war. Therefore, I learned with much interest, knowing little else except my lessons and the stories my brother shared with me. We would sit out amongst the fields of Devonshire, allowing the sun to bathe us both as he would read to me some of his favorite fables. Henry's appreciation for them was almost doting. We would run around like naughty children, imitating the parables of old where chivalry was valued and used as currency. I would even steal a glance or two at his verses, for he had always had the endowment for the written word, while I became a lover of art. Painting became my forte, my greatest love, as well as the stories I used to illustrate them. Being a keen student to the classical Greek and Roman myths, I would find Perseus and Andromeda amongst my work, and watch them perched over the breaches of my vivid ocean. My mother and Henry were nothing less than supportive of my endeavor. Mother wanted my brother and I as far away from Court life as was possible. It seems almost ridiculous, does it not, for the life of nobility to be pulled away from what the status was born to accomplish? Mother desired nothing more than for me to be a devout Christian, which I became, but to concentrate more fully upon my womanly duties. Politics were not to amuse me, neither were the antics of Court life or its scandals. I was to be solely raised to be the ideal wife and companion. I would watch as Mother would begin calling Henry 'Little Devon,' whispers increasing that his title had been restored and he would attend Court. He had been the tender age of fifteen by that time, while I had been little more than eleven, a young girl with aspirations that far exceeded being a wife to a husband that I would possibly despise. Yes, I quite expected more out of myself than what was being provided to me. The stories of romance, intrigue, and battle that had so filled my childhood did not keep the ideals of the life of a noble away from me. In fact, they only increased my desire to learn more. I was entranced in what that life could offer, hardly thinking about love as a possibility that I could explore. Unlike my brother, who had become so captivated with the thought, so mesmerized with the notion of its possibility, I was more taken with the opposite. I did not utter my wants to anyone, believing that if I had the opportunity to find myself placed amidst those at Court, I would assume full use of it with little contemplation about finding love. Nay, I wanted a life like I had dreamed of, where meeting those at Court was a regularity. I would find myself within its walls in my dreams, believing that if I was in the right position, the right state of mind, the proper behavior, I would find myself a Countess, a Marchioness, or a Duchess. It was here that I became ever curious and perhaps this revelation marked me for eternity. Henry would send Mother and I letters while at Court, filling my mind up with more ideas. Do not be so quick to blame him! I offer my brother the greatest of appreciations for bringing to light more and more of its quintessential aspects. It allowed me to matriculate early, to navigate its discourses, to learn how to play my cards correctly, or more adeptly than I would have had I entered Court with a blind eye. Mother had told me that I had been a cunning child from the beginning, eyes ever open to those around me, studying and calculating. Servants would complain of my tricks, my games. Perhaps I am a slight farceur, maneuverable and sly, but I find great pleasure in offering affection to those whom I adore. Has Henry and my childhood stories of flirtation and enchantment not moved me at all? Indeed they have. Love is surely a funny thing, is it not? Again, I hear stories of its wonder, but as a woman, my anticipation of it is not so pronounced as it is for my dearest brother. However, I envy him and his hopes. Perhaps I am a lover and a fighter. It is solely because of my family that I have so ascended into Court life, as was expected. Devonshire could only hold me for so long. Henry was vastly adept in befriending his majesty, King Henry VIII, long before he happened to take the throne. My mother was also a sparkle in the King's eyes since he was a boy. While I remained at Devonshire, growing and studying with my tutors and Henry's letters, my brother gained great favor with the King. Not only had be proved himself a capable as a knight to His Majesty, but he campaigned successfully against France when he was the ripe age of seventeen. I could do nothing but worry for his sake, missing him and praying for his safety and well-being. I hesitate to think what I may have done had anything happened to him. Nevertheless, our family's fortunes only continued to turn because of my sibling's success. When Henry was given the titles of Marquis of Exeter and Constable of Windsor Castle, my mother moved to implore his aid in securing me a position within Hampton Court. With much enthusiasm on my part, I was thrilled to find myself within the several ladies in waiting to Her Majesty, Queen Francesca. And it is here that I rest, my story still very much at its beginning, the tender age of eighteen. Though young, I am willing and capable of learning, and have devoted much of my time to the comforts of the Queen, who I have come to adore. I find my days captivated with this and also find the greatest of joy being so close to my brother again. Life, it seems, is moving forward, and I aim to meet it head-on. Note: Margaret will also shortly be suffering from the early stages of consumption, at it will become more and more evident as she becomes older that she is greatly ill. |
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| Margaret Courtenay | Jan 19 2011, 09:25 AM Post #2 |
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| Thomas More | Jan 20 2011, 11:18 AM Post #3 |
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| Isabel Leigh | Oct 13 2011, 05:52 PM Post #4 |
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