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| Anne Boleyn | Jun 28 2011, 11:49 AM Post #1 |
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Spring 1510 France What a proud peacock Anne was. It would have been enough to simply dance with Francois de Valois, the man who would be the next King of France. It would have been enough for her to simply win the little contest and grant him a kiss. But now, she was much more than that. She was a friend of the Prince, part of his entourage, and France was the best it had been yet. She was no longer just an English maid, but the Prince's felicitous companion. This filled her with great pride, and she knew she had earned it. It was due to her -- was she not still a maiden, unlike many of the others present? Was she not an exceptional woman gifted with tongues and knowledge? In the depths of her mind the woman even dared to dream she might take the place of Claude -- it might be a bit high for Anne, but that was what a Boleyn should do: aim high. The raven-haired woman walked with more of a strut in her step, a haughty little wiggle, just enough to let those who might look upon her that she was somebody. Anne found herself walking through the gardens of the palace. She adored the intricate little shrubs trimmed into small flourishes and little mazes. They were nothing compared to the large maze she had heard of back at Hampton Court, but they were more elegant, classy. Her yellow gown tapered delicately down from her waist. Due to the growing warm weather, she had given up the wide sleeves she enjoyed for ones a bit cooler, and a jaunty hat with a white feathery plume adorned her head. There were few people enjoying the warm weather in the gardens, but Anne walked mostly for exercise. If she was to be a friend of Monsieur le Prince she needed to keep her figure, did she not? |
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| Francois de Valois | Jun 30 2011, 08:32 PM Post #2 |
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Francois had seen Anne walking the gardens from his chambers. He had been sitting there with Guillaume de Pardiac, Charles de Bourbon, and Charles de Alencon. The latter was actually behaving and being pleasant for once. It made Francois suspicious. He had been all too eager to leave, and he was cross with Bourbon for not making some excuse and getting rid of Alencon before meeting them. Francois should not have to deny Alencon admission, his favourites should be more wily to save him from the necessity. So, he had taken the excuse of a lady to leave them, reminding Guy of an 'engagement' he had in order to allow his favoured cousin of the moment--since Bourbon disappointed him--an escape of his own. Wearing a doublet of deep blue, Francois had thus parted ways with his male company and headed for the gardens. Her gown was pretty, and his mind wandered to how she would look in the most luxurious of things. A smile crossed his face, and he decided to woo her with all sorts of gifts. He knew, as he had asked nearly everyone, that she had yet to sample all of what France had to offer, and he was eager to show her. At the very least, he would enjoy the chase. Wearing a haughty smirk, he walked up slowly behind her. Slowly. Quietly. He crept. Finally he pulled his hands over her eyes, gently to avoid hitting her hat and leaned in to whisper in her ear. "You walk alone, ma fleur? Well I cannot allow that." He let out a bit of a chuckle before releasing her eyes and then moving to face her, giving her a practiced, slight bow. One could not properly 'court' a lady's 'affections' without offering a gracious bow, even as a prince. He would yet go further if needed. This foreign beauty intrigued him. "Shall we walk together, Mademoiselle Anne?" |
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| Anne Boleyn | Jul 12 2011, 01:25 PM Post #3 |
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A delicate breeze blew the dark wisps of Anne's hair against her neck, and so gently, her vision was obstructed and then covered all together by a pair of warm hands. She paused in her walking, her mind immediately work as to who might wish to play such a trick on her! Her lips curved upward as she thought -- the fingers were too thick to be those of a woman, and she thought perhaps it was William, but then the tickle of breath on her ear and the voice of Monsieur le Prince told her that she was happily mistaken. The English maid laughed as Francois released her and skirted around to the front, bowing. She reciprocated by bending her knees in a curtsy, holding it for only a moment. "Monsieur de Valois, such unexpected gallantry is far more welcome than any other companion could be." Anne laughed, rising as the plume of feather bobbed on her hat in another breeze. Again, her pride was fed by this compliment of actions -- how she wished they would encounter another in the gardens! At least one other courtier -- and make it a gossipy one! "Monsieur le Prince, others will talk." She teased at his invitation, though the subject of talk was quite welcome in Anne's eyes. Yes, the French should talk of her and the prince, talk of this English woman who was determined to conquer the French court through her wit and manners. How Anne delighted in such a thought! "But despite what others might say, I would never defer the pleasure of your company. If Monsieur le Prince would like us to walk together," Anne's blue eyes peered up at him with utter demure innocence, "I shall acquiesce." Anne took her place at his side, a very content and pleasant look on her face. "I have missed Monsieur le Prince, but I suppose there are many others beside little Anne Boleyn that fight for your attention." She laughed, her face pointed forward, but her eyes casing to the side so she would, once again, look up at the tall and handsome prince. |
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| Francois de Valois | Jul 18 2011, 12:31 PM Post #4 |
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Francois, as heir to the crown, was a very popular young man, and he was very peculiar about the close company that he kept. Since he was going to be king one day, he had always been encouraged to be close to only a few. Mostly, that applied to gentlemen as ladies were not the same sort of threat to him. Most of those whom he was close to were his cousins. He kept a worthy sort of company as well and was not fond of upstarts as their manner was not pleasing to him. The Duke was not a man afraid to send people away from him with a wave of his hand and not another word. When he was angry, it was far more half tantrum and half temper. He did not like to be vexed, and when he was, people should start groveling. Thus, it was unlikely anybody would interrupt his tryst with Anne Boleyn. Oh, to be sure, they might observe, but they knew better than to approach him when he was with a woman. The right to approach him un-beckoned was also reserved for just a few. "I should hope so, Mademoiselle, for His Majesty does not as much enjoy pursuits and company of young women, and I am the second gentleman of the Kingdom," he said, with a teasing sort of arrogance. "I hope that they do talk so that they shall know that I will do as pleases me, and that they all should be not so arrogant as to think they know better," he said, waving his hand in front of him as if brushing off all the peons. "Defer? Ma Fleur, but you are not allowed to defer," he said with a cheeky grin and a chuckle. "Or rather defer on anything that you have not already deferred on, which I must begrudgingly admit is allowable." She would not let him up her skirts, or at least she had not yet. He was hoping for at least something at some time. However, he would bide his time some, so he offered her his arm as they walked along. "Have you missed me, and here I thought that you were staying away on purpose?" he said with a laugh. It was not true, he had not thought that, but he knew better than to say it. He had been most occupied. At his age he required a much specific release and quite often. "Should you like to join my little retinue in my chambers tonight? I have arranged for music and to learn a new dance?" He smiled at her and then in a low voice he added, "And if there are not enough seats, you may join me on my lap." |
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| Anne Boleyn | Jul 27 2011, 07:46 PM Post #5 |
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An amused smile continued to curl Anne's lips, and her eyes flashed as she uttered a giggle at Francois' delicately teasing words. How she loved the way he could craft words! He was absolute when speaking, as he should be -- as she would be one day when she made herself a grand marriage. Her ambitions were forever churning in her head, as they were now -- but always beneath a placid and demure surface. Anne was attracted to power, as any sensible woman should, and Francois and his breeding and obvious superiority practically dripped with power. Her laughter broke out joyously, and Anne leaned ever so slightly towards her royal companion as they continued to walk. Not allowed to defer? Never. "I should never defer to you within reason, Monsieur le Prince. Who would I be to say non to such innocent requests?" Her blue eyes sparkled as her fingers delicately laid themselves across his offered arm, and the raven-haired woman leaned oh-so-slightly into it. It was enough pressure so that he knew that she was his for the moment, but was ready to break away. Conniving body language was another art Anne was working upon -- So much could be said with a look or a gesture, so much more than words. Anne laughed again, as she was wont to do, and her slender fingers squeezed his arm. "I have missed Monsieur le Prince as the sun misses the rose in winter -- I shall not be so greedy to as take your attention from matters more important than I." What a lie it was; if Anne had the chance, she should fill his eyes with her constantly. But it was true that absence made the heart grow fonder, and she did not wish for this tall and handsome Prince to grow weary of her -- quickly or ever. Humbly, Anne bowed her head. "I should be most gratified to join Monsieur le Prince for such a beautiful time. I should hope that, besides the new dance that should be most enchanting, I might be entertained with a Volta?" Her eyes cased upwards to the Prince's own, and she let out a little giggle, mostly at his offer of seating. "Does Monsieur le Prince think I should find myself comfortable upon his lap? I cannot refuse, for it sounds like it might be the prime seat on such occasion." |
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| Francois de Valois | Jul 31 2011, 06:39 PM Post #6 |
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Who was she indeed! She should not refuse him anything. Francois was nothing if not persistent in all of his endeavors, and he knew that none could refuse him for long. He was the premiere prince of the blood. He was the heir of France! Who could refuse him indeed! He smirked at her in his haughty way, his soaring height only adding to the illusion of the epitome of nobility. Then her metaphor was very pretty, but it did not sit well with him for certain. Not in any great way, but it wounded a bit of his pride. She was the sun, who missed him like a flower? She the all encompassing sun? He a flower that was beautiful but short-lived! A poor comparison indeed. "Mademoiselle, do you not think that I should be as the sun and you the flower?" he eyed her with a smile toying on his lips but with a furrowed sort of skepticism in his eyes. At least they soon turned to pleasant conversation of joining him in some of his more private sojourns with his close friends. She knew them all and was always a pleasant addition. How had he forgotten to invite her? He should simply blame Guillaume, who was his favourite and should thus automatically see to his every whim before he even knew of his own whim. "Ah, a Volta! You wish to be held high, mon fleur? You should know that in private my dance master is an Italian, and he teaches us many rousing dances." He wagged his eyebrows at her a bit, chuckling in anticipation of what that could bring. "I think you will be most comfortable, and it is undoubtedly the best seat in the room. To have the favour of the highest man in the room is to have the jealousy of every woman in the room. Does not such a notion please you, beyond the pleasures of being that close to me?" he asked, savoring the feel of her hand on his arm. It was most fun to toy with her. |
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| Anne Boleyn | Aug 2 2011, 12:03 PM Post #7 |
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For all of her careful maneuvering, Anne still made mistakes. She was slightly alarmed at the one she had made, pointed out so justly by the Prince. Her demeanor remained placid, but her smile grew as she turned her face to look at him. Aloofness, always aloof, and confident -- that was her gift. She would not simper, at least not in the way that other women would. Anne Boleyn was not like other women. "Forgive me, Monsieur le Prince, but you are not wearing yellow." Anne replied, her head cocking to the side gently, and a playful giggle escaping her. "Perhaps, since Monsieur le Prince wears a beautiful blue, I should have said a lake, or perhaps the sky, for the lake is frozen and the sky covered in gray during the winter. And without the sky, the sun would have nowhere to hang, and fall to the earth most pitifully, doused in the waters of lakes and oceans." She thought she was safe with those words, at least for now. What a stupid mistake to make! Such an experience confirmed to her that she was not invincible, which was difficult for such a proud woman as Anne Boleyn to stomach. Such a jarring realization was good for her; it would humble her and she could learn from it. After all, despite the heights she might aspire to, she was no richly titled or landed lady, and she was a foreigner here. It was even more the reason to take precaution. It wouldn't last for long, but Anne would not make stupid mistakes so easily in the future, or so she hoped. The man was always the sun; if anything, she was the moon. "Only if I am held as such by your strong hands, Monsieur de Valois." Anne replied, turning her face away from him. Lauding him with praises would hopefully draw his attention away from her mistake. "I have heard that Italians are hot-blooded," Her eyes glided back to Francois. "Is it contagious? With rousing dances, one might think it would bring fire to your veins, and that of your partner Monsieur le Prince." Anne had to bite back a giggle, mostly for her own merriment. She could not be giggling like some silly girl! She was a Boleyn, she was the one whom Francois de Valois called mon fleur, she would not reduce herself to a gigglet now. "If I agree, you might think me nothing but a vain vixen." She stopped in her walking, leaning towards Francois' face. Her voice lowered to a whisper, and Anne's coy smile was back on her face as her eyes became larger, looking up at the tall man with gentle supplication. "But I do confess I am enamored of the thought and the reality, if Monsieur le Prince would be so good as to bestow it on such a humble woman as me." Yes yes, he was the sun. And she aspired to be his moon. |
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| Francois de Valois | Aug 17 2011, 04:53 PM Post #8 |
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Francois raised an eyebrow as she attempted to recover but maintain her dignity. It was an interesting thing for a woman. Indeed, it could be a brazen thing for a man, but quite so for a woman. It amused him enough in its flattery to be worth it entirely. He could not stay cross for long, knowing she did not mean it. "I find I am too dark in eyes and hair for much yellow, mademoiselle!" he lamented, as his way of saying that he was quite fine with her recovery. The misstep was gone. A thing of the past. "Yellow is an accent for me, and why should I wear it when I can wear as much gold as I like, eh?" He smiled at her haughtily. She was very witty, but Francois was a prince. He had been educated very, very well. There was little hope for her to exceed him, but she did nearly as well as his dear sister, Margot. "Ho! You would think another man would drop you? Nay, ma fleur! You are far too delicate for that. But for you to prefer them, mine that is to say, I can not blame you for it. You are a smart woman indeed." His eyes widened with mirth, twinkling with mischief. "Oh but they are, do you think you can master such things? Deal with such...temptation. In faith, my dear, it likely would bring fire to my veins. I cannot speak for that of my partner. What do you think, mademoiselle?" He licked his lips. He could nearly taste her now. Now just her lips, but thinking of areas more resembling the sweet, wet, sliding flesh of a fig. "I would think nothing so mean of you, only that you would wish to please me. A prince should be pleased, no?" he said, smiling in that same charming and haughty manner that made his expression look jaunty. "And can I kiss you if you sit on my lap, Anne?" he asked, leaning in to her ear, getting close enough for his breath to whisper across her skin. |
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| Anne Boleyn | Aug 18 2011, 11:59 AM Post #9 |
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Relief coursed through the English maid, and she smiled broadly at his rebuttal. She could argue that yellow would suit him; she certainly thought it suited her with the stark contrast it provided with her dark hair. But she had trod on thin ice, and it was best not to press her luck. Humbly, her head was bowed as she spoke. "Gold far outweighs such a mellow color as yellow, Monsieur, and it has never suited another so well." Nevertheless, though her head was bowed she peered up from behind hooded eyes. It was a look of submission and, at the same time, enticement. She was pleased that such a hiccup had been smoothed over so nicely. And she caught the look in the Prince's eyes as he replied to her praise of his strong hands. Anne wasn't afraid that she would be unable to make him forget all about the little mistake -- indeed, she was now determined to make it as though it never happened. Her smile stayed upon her face, and she let out a small laugh. "One could never prefer another to Monsieur le Prince, even if they are but an English maid far from home. And, I do admit, I have never enjoyed the Volta as exceedingly as I did the other night. Whenever I dance a Volta now, my poor partner will never be able to thrill me as you have, Monsier le Prince." If Anne had to choose a word to describe Francois' words and the way his lips moved as he formed them, it would be virile. The way he rose to each occasion if she should dangle an opportunity in front of him was intoxicating, to say the least. It would have been too heady for another woman, and even Anne was beginning to be lured in by it. She would keep her sense about her, and return words in kind. "I am a stronger woman than Eve." Anne replied, her voice a whisper. "But even I can see the sparkle that lies with temptation. It shall take more than a snake to pull me into the fire -- You'll find me one that is not so liable to be scorched, but I cannot deny I can feel its warmth." It was a challenge, of a sort, to see what Francois would do. And to be perfectly honest, Anne was titillated to see how he would react. She did nothing but nod at his first question, a smile still on his lips. If she were not careful, she would lose everything she had worked so hard to achieve. Francois de Valois had everything -- a handsome face, an alluring physique, charm, intelligence, and power. It was intoxicating, she had to admit, but two could play that game. "If you wish, Monsieur le Prince," She replied, her voice a purring whisper. "But they must be earned, just as my last kiss was. I do not give anything away so lightly, even to the Duc de Valois." |
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| Francois de Valois | Aug 21 2011, 05:40 PM Post #10 |
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Francois was likely not like any man Anne Boleyn had ever interacted with, because Francois was a man waiting to be king. He had the bearing and arrogance of king, bred from years of him being raised to it. That self-confidence and poise had a good dose of youthful exaggeration as he grew into manhood. In a word, Francois was cocky. He looked down at the young flower and a smile slowly spread. "Ahh, Mademoiselle," he said, silkily. "One could prefer no man over a prince but a king! Of course no partner will ever be able to thrill you as much, for I am an exceedingly tall man and of even higher a personage." What man could she dance with that would be better than him. A king, and surely not the current king of France who was an aged man. That left only King Henry if she went home. He was quite certain that he would be her comparison for some long time. "Are you accusing me of hiding a snake by which to tempt you, Mademoiselle?" he asked, raising his eyebrow as a sly, lasciviously amused smile came over his face. It was mischievous and unrepentant. A snake indeed, inside his hose. "Do you feel the warmth of temptation, mon fleur?" He chuckled. He certainly hoped she felt the warmth of temptation. Yes, he really did. He continued to look down on her as they walked along, content in his merry company and conversation. It was a fine afternoon indeed. He licked his lips and ran his top teeth over his bottom lip after he did so. "But I do wish it, and I will earn them by showing you my favour. You should know my bounty is quite plentiful!" he chuckled at that double entendre. Then he continued with a playful smile. "I am sure with your friendship with my Guillaume, you have seen the sort of gifts I like to give to show my closest how much they please me? Should you like a pretty waist-chain for when you are dancing? How jealous everybody would be!" |
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| Anne Boleyn | Aug 22 2011, 09:20 PM Post #11 |
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Francois' opinion of himself did not offend Anne or come off as arrogance at all; in fact, the dark haired woman thought that Francois would be a poor example of a Prince if he thought any lesser of himself. Her cobalt eyes glittered as a giggle fluttered from her throat. Her eyes looked up to the towering Prince beseechingly, as they usually did, but with very little subservience. "I do prefer to look upon and keep the company of those who are great and long in every way, Monsieur le Prince." Her words were devious, but she felt confident in saying such things to the Duc of Valois. If nothing else, she was confident that playing with fire, playing the the French sun, would not burn her. Even now, as Anne dwelt upon words she could say, words that could certainly throw her into peril, she felt confidence she could say them to Francois. Was it not true that further allurement was only expanded by daring to tread farther than those before her. "Don't all men?" Each syllable clung to her lips as she asked the question slowly to the tall and dark man accompanying her. Anne's head wobbled only slightly, her lips curved in a smile, as usual, her sly smile. "In the presence of the sun, one is dead if they cannot feel its warmth, Monsieur de Valois. I find it uncommonly balmy." She could taste the delicious, rich sweetness of victory as Francois spoke of what he mean to do unto her -- Ha! Let us see Mary do that without lifting up her skirts! Anne crowed in her head. "Monsieur le Prince, you continue to flatter me most generously." Anne whispered, leaning in a little closer to the man. How warm he was indeed, just like the sun! Anne could be greedy, and as he spoke of gifts -- Oh, her eyes couldn't help but sparkle like gold. She deserved such pretty things, and to have them given to her by a man who would one day be King -- Oh, the glory! Greed would not become her, and so Anne bowed her head. "If Monsieur le Prince would be so kind, I should dance with such grace and eloquence as has ever been seen here." Again, without raising her head, her eyes looked up to the man. "What price would be called for? I should not gladly accept such gifts without giving to so high a personage as yourself, Monsieur le Prince." |
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| Francois de Valois | Aug 23 2011, 09:47 AM Post #12 |
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Oh ho! What perfect company she was indeed. Mistress Boleyn had learned many things in France, it seemed, not least of them about the charismatic wiles of her gentlemen. She knew, he felt, where her power came from, and while her sex was the weaker, it was her sex that gave her power. From her beseeching look to her elicit comments so carefully veiled transparently. His cheek twitched along with his lip going up just slightly. His response was slow, airy, with a calculated sense of importance, but as if he were perfectly wise and in control. "Ahh but mademoiselle, have you truly looked upon me, in all of my great length? The lady must see me at my exertion so that she may remark upon my prowess." He chuckled a bit, turning his head and looking in front of them as they walked, before turning back to her. "Don't all men?" Her delivery had been perfect with each accented mouthful, full of so much meaning. To be sure she understood him perfectly well. He smiled slyly but with a confidence not matched by mere men. "But not all to be tempted with, mon fleur, for you are a formidable woman." He did not imagine all snakes were perilous to her, but only one mattered to him. He surely was set on tempting her with it. "Is it uncommonly balmy?" he asked with a soft, husky chuckle. He should hope it was. It made all his offerings all the more worth it. His favour was a gift alone, a precious and rare one. He should need to give no others, but any woman that was seen with him should have a caliber of jewels greater than she likely had. Those who were with him were as extravagant in their manner and dress, as much so as those close to His Majesty. What your company and your servants wore said much about you, and Francois was already asserting that this would be his Kingdom. There were already those who could not feel the warmth of the sun for having been too short sighted and having slighted him or his family over the years. Francois might forget, but he was not free with his forgiveness. One had to earn a right to be forgiven before the slight was committed him; meaning only his closest servants deserved such consideration and such a place to deserve his time at all. Her pleasure at the mention of jewels was great, and she was grateful, bowing her head and speaking to him with such a smooth tongue. The sparkle of her eyes crept through her eyelashes up at him. "Many fine things, mon fleur, those with my patronage must sparkle around His Majesty's court, as it will one day be mine." Oh how he would enjoy for her to lower herself in front of him for purposes other than decorum and look up at him like that! It was not that a servile nature pleased him, far from, but Francois preferred those who were not so arrogant as to forget their place. They must give him their obeisance even if he allowed them many liberties. In public, he had made sure very early that everyone paid him the proper respect, and his favourites should respect him and love him more than any of the other men loved him. They knew him personally, so they would no doubt know what he deserved and his character; if they showed him a deep respect, others would follow suit. He disliked false shows of courtesies, but humoured ones from his favourites were fine. To put a smile on their face or in their voice when they kissed his hand. Few had managed to navigate his sensibilities there. The more private liberties Francois gave, the more adulation and respect he expected, especially in public. Some forgot in public, or started to think too highly of themselves. "I believe you would do it," he said, as he stood there, "Are you eager to please me, Mademoiselle Anne?" he asked, moving to put two fingers under her chin to raise her head. "Price? Oh how you wound me, my dear. I do not purchase affections or service. I am, of course, a gentleman. The second gentleman of this Kingdom, and I must remain ever a gentleman. A promise I make most freely." He leaned down toward her cheeks and ears and whispered, "I should like to spend time alone with you, but would fear to damage your honour, you seem to prize it as a woman should. I can arrange it so that no one will know, mon fleur, and we can get to know each other better and less formally. You trust my Guy, do you not, he will serve us. I will dismiss everyone else." He expected nothing from such an arrangement but hoped for everything. Francois would be pleased to spend more time like this, although assuredly alone and protected, within the comforts of his apartments. |
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| Anne Boleyn | Aug 27 2011, 05:08 PM Post #13 |
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"I should enjoy that immensely, Monsieur le Prince. I'm sure that such a sight would excite me as never before." Anne replied in a purr, her eyes again looking up in empowered supplication at the man. "I'm sure that such a sight of prowess would ruin that of any other man I observe for the rest of my life." Her manner continued to be playful -- if anything were to advance to something that Anne thought she couldn't handle or a possibly troubling situation, she could always play it off that she was jesting. Of course, doing such a thing with the Duc de Valois would need to be handled with extra caution. Whether or not Francois knew it, he was so apt at saying the right things, the right things to inflate Anne's pride. Pride was her drug, and Francois was able to continually feed it to her by his little comments and actions. Even one word from the future king could leave Anne reeling for days, and during a meeting such as this (with the exception of the earlier hiccup), Anne felt as though she was a falcon that would never again touch the ground. "Monsieur le Prince humbles me that he thinks so -- I should surely hope to prove myself worthy of such a title, if I would have the opportunity." It was simple pandering; Anne already knew that she was formidable, much more formidable than any other woman she had yet met upon the French shores. At first the women were something Anne had emulated, and now she believed she surpassed them all. Her lips pressed together, but curved in a demure smile, Anne simply nodded at his question. Oh yes, she could feel the warmth. As their conversation continued, Anne felt an bubbling and almost overwhelming glee take hold of her. How she could rub this into Mary's face, how proud her father would be! Anne Boleyn would make something of herself at the French court, and she would do it with Francois de Valois. She did not feel that she was deceiving the man, no -- She did find the Prince handsome and good company -- who could not? "With your kindness, I'm sure that your own court will emulate, if not surpass, the brilliance of the sun, Monsieur." Anne whispered, each word formed perfectly and said succinctly. Sometimes Anne worried that her comparisons were wearing thin -- pretty words could only do so much, but she hoped that flattery to a man who was the highest man of royalty in the realm save one would continue to appeal. But if she were to flatter, Anne must do so with words intimate to only she and he. She could not flatter with vapid and empty phrases, only those that were sincere in their imagery. The feeling of his fingers beneath her chin, drawing her eyes to look upon him, almost made Anne's spine shiver with delight. Her cobalt eyes, hooded with her pale eyelids, again gazed up at with an entreating expression. "I should always hope to please you." Her tone was gentle and earnest, with her body language, slightly inclined towards the Prince, spelling out the truth of her words. "I only meant that I should like to treat you as kindly as you have treated me, Monsieur. 'Price' was too harsh a word for my tongue to use in reference to your exceedingly honorable graciousness." She would not be tripped up as she had been before; Anne would continue to press ahead. And as she heard Francois' next words, she was not the least bit worried of her ill-use of the word 'price.' Her heart once again soared as high as an eagle, and the dark-haired woman had to swallow her joy before she lost her veil of allurement. She would have to continue to play carefully, for her maidenhead was one of the only aces she held in this game that was played at countless courts throughout Europe. Without it, she was no better than a whore. "I should enjoy becoming even more familiar with Monsieur le Prince." Anne's words were careful and calculated -- it would not do to say the wrong thing and scare him away, or end the chase. "And my honor is one of the most highly prized possessions I have. I am loathe to loose it for anyone whom I should not call husband, even the sun." Anne could not lead the Prince on, after all, that could make a fall even more perilous. "But if you should still be so good to me as to wish to further our acquaintance, I believe that Guillame would be an excellent choice." Now Anne could only hope -- Hope that Francois saw her as a challenge or, even better, as someone not so silly as those Godly virgins and not so expendable as the powdered whores of the French Court. |
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| Francois de Valois | Aug 28 2011, 06:39 PM Post #14 |
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She was pleasing to every aspect of him, stimulating even. He rather liked it, the feeling of being lured. To be sure he wanted her, but he also enjoyed this. He enjoyed this toying. Any proper woman should withhold and make attempt to keep her honour. Francois could not fault her that, but he felt that she was like any person, with time many lines could be blurred. Perhaps she would please him in other ways if she would not give him her maidenhead. "Mon fleur, would you not be warm there at my court, it would be balmier than my presence here in my cousin's court?" He smirked and held in his triumphant chuckles. "The sun, sweet lady, it makes all the difference, does it not? In England, the figs are dried or artificially candied, and here they are fresh and sweet." Sang Dieu he knew he was toeing the line, but he was a prince, that was his line. He was master of himself, save for the aging king. Her earnest words made him not doubt that she could find many ways to please him. He was quite assured that she could. Just as he could find many ways to please her and not just with jewels. "Do you, my dear?" he whispered to her, leaning down closer. "Then I shall find ways for you to please me." He smiled, obviously quite pleased with himself. "I shall not hold you to your choice of word; after all, you are a woman," he said, dismissing the issue of price. He had only called attention to it, because he could not let it slide and seem like his wit was inferior. He almost needed to point it out because of his superiority, even if it bothered him no more than a speck of dirt under his boot. His smile widened when she agreed that she would wish to spend time along with him between walls. It afforded much more privacy and freedom. He was not a danger to her other than his words which would attempt to wheedle at her resolve, but he would not proceed basely. Such was beneath him. "Then we will grow more familiar, and you can show me your kindnesses without fear for your honour." That was a choice only a woman could make. He would not force it upon her. He had enough willing to provide him release whenever he should wish it. He preferred the conquest, or at least the appearance of it with some progression of attentions. What she did outside of allowing him entry to her body to claim her could be entertaining enough. "I shall inform him, and he shall collect you when a good occasion presents itself to allow us ample time and privacy without suspicion," he promised her. He would have their mutual friend serve them and there would be no danger to her of talk. "But for now, Mademoiselle Anne, I must take me leave of you, for I have obligated myself elsewhere." He raised her hand to his lips and took his leave of her with nothing more than a nod, turning on his heels to retreat back from whence he came. (Francois is Outtie) |
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| Isabel Leigh | Sep 8 2011, 03:13 PM Post #15 |
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