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| Mary Willoughby | Sep 30 2011, 06:05 PM Post #1 |
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*1505* (Following You can be my wing man anytime Mary had been devastated with the tragic news of her husband. Despite not having given him the heir that Mary had so wanted to give him, marriage with William Willoughby had been a happy one. She had actually cried silently throughout the night upon the news of his death, but she had to be strong, she had to be strong for her daughter’s sake. In fact, Mary for once in her life had been scared what was she to do with no heir? Her in laws would surely want to take it away from her? But she couldn’t let that happen, it would ruin her beloved daughter’s future. Mary practically had nothing compared to what married life gave to her, and she was not letting someone take it all from her daughter and leave her with nothing. How were they meant to live? Well Mary was having none of that. A change started to happen in the woman, underneath her black veil she was secretly plotting, sneaking into her late husband’s study in the middle of the night to learn much of what a man was taught. Already she knew how to run a household, but her plan was to run the entire land and estates her husband left behind, and hopefully if she was successful her dear Catherine would inherit it all. It helped at least, that Mary had been a nosey wife, she asked subtle questions wanting to know more than a normal wife would. She was curious, and she had wanted to be a Queen after all when she was just a child. It was in her nature to rule and if that was simply just in the time while she looked for a husband for her daughter, then she can run her daughter’s inheritance until then. But she would have to be clever and she would have to find someone soon, before someone got greedy and tried to rob her daughter of what Mary believed was rightfully hers. Mary got that test sooner than she would have liked, she had barely ended her time of mourning before her brother-in-law, Christopher, came knocking on her door. Mary snapped like any wounded mother would trying to protect her child, her only child. Mary made him watch as she brought one of the smaller manors to its knees, and informed him that before she let him take over she would bring every other estate to rubble. Seeing how serious Mary had become, Christopher reluctantly backed off and the manor was now on its way to be restored. Now that she had been tested, Mary didn’t want to waste anymore time in finding Catherine a husband so that no one else shall question her. If it had been up to Mary though, she would continue as acting Baroness as long as she could, because she quite liked this control, this power. Mary knew though that she couldn’t take such things for granted, if people started turning their backs on her she would be doomed, but that is why she did her best not to step on any powerful men’s toes, she needed their support. Norfolk at least had been a great help, they had known one another for a time, but it was also why one of her first appearances in public without donned in black was here at one of Buckingham’s gatherings. Mary used this as a time for her to find her dear Catherine a husband. She adored Buckingham too, he of course was another man she might have liked to marry, but alas God worked in mysterious ways. At the very least, perhaps she can sweeten the Duke in agreeing to have his heir marry her Catherine; it was an option amongst many. Oh for her Catherine to become a Duchess, Mary could have drooled at the prospect! And that is when she spotted his Grace heading away from the festivities, perhaps this would be a great opportunity to corner him and suggest it to him? With a goblet of wine in her hand, she cautiously followed him at a distance, being discreet. But when she caught up with she could hear the boom of his voice carry down the hall to her. Checking behind her, she edged a little closer, wanting to know what on earth was happening in that room. She wasn’t just being nosey either, she continued to check behind her, back the way they had come to ensure the Duke was not to be disturbed. And the more she heard of what was going on, the more she realised that it had been a good idea for her to have followed him, because surely his darling Duchess didn’t want to hear him in such a rage, or to find out what exactly had gotten him into such a rage. And then when two young ladies, drunken and desperately trying to fix their appearance came her way, well she knew precisely now what had happened and she had heard names been mentioned. She gave the young whores a cold stare, which had them decide that perhaps it was best to just leave altogether. They had escaped the Duke, but that bitch Willoughby? They didn’t want to test it and were soon heading for the nearest exit to wait for the men of their families to be informed that yes it was best to take these girls home. Mary heard just enough to determine who the men, or rather the boys involved were. And the sound of Buckingham’s heir sounding so coy made Mary wonder whether matching her daughter with him was a good idea, and this Dorchester, who was he? Despite being caught with his pants down (as Mary gathered he had been), he seemed to be dignified, perhaps it was Wilmington she should be speaking to. Before she could turn back, Buckingham finally appeared and she stooped into a curtsy. “Your Grace, is everything alright?” When she straightened, her eyes turned up at him with such admiration; yes he was a strong man indeed, no wonder why he was such a great Duke, and perhaps he believed he should’ve been King? Now that might have been Mary’s way to become Queen, but Buckingham was already married, and of course Mary would never do anything to harm the Tudor family, she loved them as if they were her own family. Trying not to anger Edward further, Mary was sweet to him and with her free hand motioned for him to another room. She would rather him calm before he returned to his guests in such a rage, and was that a spot of wine on his doublet? “Come and cool down a little, your Grace, it may do you good before returning to your guests.” She waited until he obliged and stepped into the room after him as if he were the King and she his loyal servant. She didn’t know what type of room this was, nor did she care, but she found the nearest seat and gestured for him to sit in it, handing him the rest of her wine to help calm his nerves as she whipped out a handkerchief and licked it to rid his precious doublet of the drop of wine, hoping that she would be able to save it in time. |
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| Edward Stafford | Oct 3 2011, 09:05 AM Post #2 |
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Buckingham seethed as he left the room. It was a sheer miracle that angry smoke wasn't rising from the man. The gall of his son to bed whores in his parlor, during his celebration! Was he born without a brain?! The handle of the door had almost been wrenched off as Buckingham left the room, and the door was slammed so hard that the tapers on either side of the door shook, the flames almost going out as they did. Buckingham's first intent was to find Eleanor before she made her way back to the parlor, but instead he was taken aback to see another woman lurking in the halls. "Lady Willoughby... hello." He grunted, not having enough rebound time to say anything much more. Anger was still coursing through his veins like venom, but the sight of this woman tempered the white-hot heat. Mary Willoughby had recently lost her husband and, if realm gossip and news had any worth, was fighting tooth and nail to assure that her only surviving child (a daughter) was named the next Baroness Willoughby d'Eresby. It was a pleasant surprise that she had attended this evening's festivities -- it showed the strength and candor of the woman on the heels of mourning, but Buckingham was troubled how he felt about her being present after the exchange that, now that he thought about it, had been rather loud in the room behind him. He returned her curtsy with a bow, and at her question his ginger brow furrowed together. "It will be, My Lady." He replied. Buckingham was not one to air his dirty laundry in public, or at all. What she did next took him by true surprise: the woman motioned for him to follow her in his own house! Buckingham was ready to rebuke the woman on her manners as he charged after her to the doorway of another room, but then she spoke again and her words were, dare he say, heavy with wisdom and sense. And she waited for him to lead her! This woman had sense as well as strength and Buckingham liked it! "You have my thanks, My Lady." he said, entering the comfortably furnished room in which a small fire burned in the grate. "I should have alarmed My Lady Wife and other guests without temperament." He did not doubt she heard, or at least had an inkling of what happened. Buckingham sat, accepting her wine and drinking from it quickly. Now this was how a man like himself should be treated! His anger began to ebb away. "You are too kind, My Lady, when thoughts should be turned to you. How are you faring since Your Lord Husband's passing? I have not seen much of you." Buckingham had heard much, to which he laughed greatly, but consideration was certainly owed to the Baroness at this moment. |
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| Mary Willoughby | Oct 5 2011, 10:10 PM Post #3 |
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Mary knew this was a delicate situation; she was not the man’s wife nor was close to him as she was with Norfolk, but because of Norfolk she knew how to deal with men in a temper. Edward Stafford though was different to Norfolk; he needed to be treated with extra care. And even a woman like Mary wondered what on Earth was she doing. It was like calming a raging bull, but Mary had enough confidence in herself to at least change the course of the bull’s charge. She waited patiently, not being daft enough to pry into the Duke’s business while he was in such a mood. She gave him a curt nod, but mentally winced at her own slip up. What was she doing motioning the Duke of Buckingham to another room, at least she was smart enough to allow him to enter before her. She had to remember that this was not Norfolk. Norfolk would be amused that she was playing a wife for the moment, but to Norfolk she was a friend, but to Buckingham, she was but a woman who had to treat him as if he was the King. Thankfully she remembered that before he began growling at her. Though even if he did, she was at least saving his wife from being growled at, Mary at least could handle it, she was showing more of her backbone as of late. A little smile appeared at the corner of her lip as the great Duke allowed her to fuss over him. Perhaps in another life she could have been his Duchess, but then, with such great personalities they might clash and likely be at each other’s throats most of the marriage. Mary had loved her William because they had simply worked, and he sometimes bent easily when it came to Mary getting her way, usually when it involved their daughter. But for now, Mary could relinquish her need to be better than anyone else, because Buckingham was better than her, and it wasn’t just because he was a man, he deserved her respect. Satisfied that she had saved his precious doublet, a weak smile finally spread across her lips. “It is the least I could do, your Grace, you have every right to be angry. I would have done much the same…but boys will be boys.” No, she didn’t have her own son, but she had had a Stanhope boy come stay with her and just from him she knew how boys could be. Mary remained standing, as if she couldn’t fathom the thought of sitting in a great man’s presence, she was here to serve him after all, and standing would enable her to fuss over him a little more if he needed it. She was, for the moment his servant for this spare moment and she was actually happy to do it. She smiled softly as Edward was slowly coming around, at least enough to remember the loss of her husband. “Thank you, your Grace for thinking of me, but I am fine, or as fine as I can be. It has been…difficult, for I suppose you have heard what I had to do to keep my brother-in-law at bay? I wasn’t having any of that, especially when I was grieving for my dear husband.” A change came over Mary as she spoke of the way she was treated, if she could get away with it, she would have Christopher killed, but depriving him of her daughter’s riches seemed punishable enough. The Baroness, soon calmed, it would be inapt if she was in a temper when she was trying to calm Buckingham of his. She was at least smiling pleasantly again and discreetly checked how much of her…now his wine was left and she asked. “Would you like me to fetch more wine for you, your Grace, or do you need something…different?” She glanced around the room, wondering if Edward had something stashed just for these particular moments, but her eyes returned to him, as she waited for him to answer. |
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| Edward Stafford | Oct 9 2011, 12:33 AM Post #4 |
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This woman was not an idiot. Buckingham liked that. In fact, he liked that very much. She knew her place, yet she was not a pandering, simpering moron as many others were. Like those whores he caught with his son... He almost shook with rage at the thought. Buckingham would instruct his steward to beat his son without mercy -- if the job was not done properly, he would do it without abandon. Maybe it would beat some bloody sense into Henry. His blue eyes glanced up to Lady Willoughby from where he had been vacantly staring the moment before, his thought boiling. She had -- she had a daughter, did she not? No living son. He and Eleanor hadn't suffered such a thing, but the Baroness did not seem broken -- if anything, she seemed to be made of forged steel tempered with the fire of loss. And even so, Buckingham could not help but offer some rebuttal. She didn't know. "Even I wasn't as reckless -- or as utterly stupid." He drained the rest of her wine, setting the chalice on a nearby table with a harsh clapping sound that echoed through the room. This woman was having a strange soothing effect upon the enraged Duke. His anger quickly abated, perhaps somewhat lifted already from having someone else to focus on, someone worthy of such focus. Eyes crinkled at the corners and -- yes, yes, the gossip. An odd, uncharacteristic laugh parted his lips and, for once, the laughter actually reached Buckingham's eyes. "I heard. You have my congratulations -- Many men would quail where you, My Lady, have fought back." Oh, he wished he could have seen Christopher Willoughby's face at the wreckage of his home! That would teach the uppity malcontent! "One day you must recount such a thing to me, Lady Willoughby. I am certain it is a tale worth hearing." Rage seeped from Buckingham's body so quickly, he soon ceased to tremble. His anger at his son and his worthless friend was still very palpable, but it was easier to stomach now. How strange to find such solace in Lady Willoughby! And her eagerness, not to please, but to do something to sustain this man that so rightly deserved it was... well, it was much more than other worthless half-assed courtiers would do! "If you would continue your deference, My Lady, I should wish you to sit with me a moment or two until I return to my guests and My Lady Wife." Buckingham didn't offer any reason. Perhaps Lady Willoughby could help him salvage his temperament. "And how..." It was as though he was leaping about with his thoughts, "How is your daughter fairing at such a precarious time?" |
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| Mary Willoughby | Oct 12 2011, 09:49 PM Post #5 |
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Mary smiled softly and placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. “Yes, of course your Grace, time has changed a little has it not? So much disrespect happening nowadays.” She at least had relatively nothing until she had married her William and now he was gone and she had to do everything she could to keep his legacy alive, which was difficult when she had a spoilt child for a daughter and greedy relatives knocking on her door. She knew at least not to let her hand stay for too long and she withdrew it, letting her fingertips slide down his bicep a little as if she were magical and she had put a calming spell on him. Her calm, seeping out from her fingers and into him, it was after all what a woman was for, the ability she had in calming a husband in a temper, and she could so easily do it for a friend couldn’t she? She had to wonder why she was so comfortable around powerful men; perhaps she had always known that she would be great just as them. She after all, had always wanted to be Queen since she was a girl, so it was only natural for her. And Mary knew her affect on him was working when she was able to hear the great Duke laugh! Oh she could kiss him for saying such words to her. It wasn’t normal for a woman to take control of her own estates and Mary had just done that, and Edward Stafford liked her for it! She too laughed now at his eagerness to hear such a tale. She shook her head though, but the lightness in her eyes proved how amused she was. “I don’t think so, your Grace, I do not kiss and tell!” She was of course teasing him, because who could say no to a Duke? There were some who did, but at this moment, joyous as it was, Mary could be one of them without fearing repercussions. His next request though she would happily oblige, because how many opportunities would she have the Duke of Buckingham all to herself for a mere moment? She smiled softly and nodded. “As you wish your Grace, I am happy to oblige.” Yes, she was proving to be a good little loyal servant wasn’t she? And ah his Lady Wife was indeed a lucky woman. She sat down beside him, turning her body so that she could face him. She sighed a little at his next question and nodded. “Just as any child would, but probably a little worse than others, her father doted upon her more than he should have. And she is quite a spoilt child, perhaps I can marry her to your Henry, they seem to suit one another.” She joked. It was the reason she had come to find him wasn’t it? But in light of the moment, she did not believe it would happen, besides making Catherine a Duchess was probably the worst she could ever do. It was the same reason people would be thankful that Mary wasn’t Queen. She however knew it wasn’t the brightest of ideas to remind the great Duke of his misbehaving son, so she said. “How are your daughters, Elizabeth is your favourite is she not? Such a darling she is, I wish my daughter had turned out the same.” How clever Mary was to direct Buckingham’s thoughts from the child he was displeased with to the one, who to Mary, did everything right for her dear father. |
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| Edward Stafford | Oct 14 2011, 06:37 PM Post #6 |
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Buckingham's bobbled in a grim nod. The world was getting worse and worse with each passing year -- Nothing was as good as things were when he was younger. No, his son was laying with common whores, spilling his Stafford seed carelessly, the seed of Kings. That was, perhaps, was infuriated Buckingham the worst. He could at least wait until he was married and had provided a proper heir to the Duchy to father a bastard or two -- but now he was just an insolent little whelp who didn't have the decency to bed his whores in the stables, or even his own bedchambers. Damn him! But he was soothed, by Mary Willoughby's words, presence, and her touch. It was much like his wife's, but with more... power and prowess behind it. The Duke's brow wrinkled as she would deny him her tale, but then he laughed. How cunning, how charming. Doubtless, her daughter would grow to be a great and strong baroness underneath her mother's guidance. "Then I shall have to coax it from you, Lady Willoughby. But not tonight -- on a happier occasion, perhaps." He only had fleeting glances of Christopher Willoughby -- the man was not the younger son for nothing, he could never be the Baron his brother had been. Perhaps that is why he fought for a title that, according to the last bearer, was not his to have. The question that had been asked had been one laced with sadness, of course -- but one proved their strength by embracing the sadness and pushing through. Her suggestion, made in jest, caused him to laugh again. "I think we would do the other disservice unless we beat their insolence out of them." That was certainly what Buckingham endeavored to do with Henry -- Perhaps if he hit hard enough and often enough, the boy would finally pull his head from his ass and see the sun! Elizabeth... Now there was another woman that could bring a smile to the man's face. His blue eyes glittered with unfamiliar kindness, and he nodded. "She is the picture of her mother; how could I not shower her with favor?" She was unlike Anna, a monger of attention and affection. No, Elizabeth was close to perfect in his father's eyes. "I think that you do yourself too little credit, My Lady Willoughby. You shall doubtlessly shape your daughter into a strong woman -- a strong woman like Your Ladyship. Far worse could be done for her, and hardship and pain temper people in the strongest kind." He truly believed such things. Offspring of Mary Willoughby would be unyielding and as hardy as Dover's cliffs -- Buckingham was certain of it. |
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| Mary Willoughby | Oct 19 2011, 09:57 PM Post #7 |
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Mary had been testing the Duke of course; or rather how far she could test him, she wasn’t in the mood to be the brunt of his temper as well. But she was relieved when he laughed, she could kiss him, she really could! But he was a married man and she didn’t want to over step her mark. Some men were custom to sleeping with other women while married to another, but she wasn’t going to be stupid enough to see just how much Edward was interested in her. No, she wasn’t going to put their friendship on the line, besides she wasn’t a whore, yet there were but a few men who would deserve to have her and Edward was very much one of them. She though could still tease him a little and that is what she did with a small smirk. “Well you can try your Grace, but yes you are a wise man, perhaps another time would be best.” She will eventually tell him, but she was curious as to how he would try to coax her, how much did he think that tale was worth? Even with her mention of their misbehaving children, she smiled to hear that he was still laughing. It was a good sound coming from him, and she suspected that this was a rare moment indeed. She would treasure this moment, the good, humorous side of the Duke of Buckingham only some were able to see, and she was privileged to be one of those who could see it. Still with a smile, a glint appeared in her eyes as she said. “Perhaps we could develop a tactic for them both…” She paused and a weird idea came to her head. “We could swap, Catherine could come live under your rule for a time, and your Henry could come live under mine, help me with running of my estates?” She tapped her bottom lip in thought. “They would be less obliged to misbehave then, wouldn’t they?” Catherine wouldn’t dare defy the Duke of Buckingham, and Mary already knew how to deal with a boy who liked the taste of what lay between a woman’s legs. That is if the Duke would trust her with his heir. When the conversation came around to his child who was perfect, Mary smiled and mused. “Indeed, your Grace, I can see you are quite proud of her. I won’t be surprised if that young lady of yours becomes a Duchess, she would do great with such a title.” Mary couldn’t see her own daughter being that great, but she still wanted the best for her. Yes, Elizabeth would do better as a Duchess than Catherine would. When Buckingham himself complimented Mary, she gave him a warm smile. “I can only hope so, for she is all I have now.” She paused, not wanting to delve on hardship for too long, and asked. “Do you feel well enough to return to your guests, your Grace? Perhaps you can offer me a dance and I may or may not feel obliged to tell you about Christopher Willoughby.” She smirked at him again, the glint in her eye had returned. He could very well try to coax it from her with a dance, but he should know by now that it might take a little more than that. |
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| Edward Stafford | Oct 22 2011, 12:16 AM Post #8 |
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The Duke's brown eyes glinted at Mary Willoughby. He was not a man who was used to being refused -- if such a thing ever happened, he would rage until he received what he rightfully deserved, as a Duke, as a man with royal blood. And yet, with Mary Willoughby dangling this tale that, honestly, he wished to hear, he was not enraged. He was, much rather, enchanted. What woman was this who would not quail before him to tell him a story? Lord Willoughby's lands would do well in her hands until her daughter came of age. Make no mistake about that. Buckingham was particular about how Henry was treated. That was why he often resorted to flogging and beating his children when they misbehaved -- enough pain would certainly curb their idiocy and foolishness. And yet, at Lady Willoughby's suggestion, he was not reluctant to think of such a thing. The woman was strong, bold, perhaps even a bit high reaching. Buckingham thought that perhaps she could break his son. "I trust you that I would reform your daughter well, if you should do the same to my son. Perhaps I shall speak with my lady wife over such a thing -- God knows Henry needs it." The ginger-haired man's chest swelled as the Baroness praised his daughter, speaking of the possibility of her becoming a Duchess one day. "That is my fervent hope -- she would suit the station perfectly." It was sad to say that Elizabeth seemed the only one of his children that could do so. But perhaps he could work with that. Buckingham was, if nothing else, ambitious. At Lady Willoughby's query, he smiled. Perhaps he would hear the tale after all, and without further pressing. "Indeed, they should be wondering where I have vanished to." Buckingham stood, offering his arm to the woman. This woman had handled herself with aplomb and confidence -- he would treat her as a lady, for she was nothing less. "Do you favor galliards, my lady?" |
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| Mary Willoughby | Oct 28 2011, 03:28 AM Post #9 |
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Mary felt privileged that she was able to tame the Duke of Buckingham, well no, no one could tame the man, but distract him if for only a moment and that was what Mary had done. If he deemed to rage at her, she would only rage back and they would buttheads until they realised how idiotic their fighting was. But that is why she fought with Norfolk wasn’t it, so they could release tension on one another when others may not be able to handle it. And that happened more than ever now that Norfolk was relatively Catherine’s guardian, well more or less bestowed Mary advice on the running of her estates. Not that she really needed it though, which is when they were prone to buttheads. Buckingham wasn’t like that, well Mary would actually listen to his advice. He was of royal blood, how silly she was for not having sought him out before their marriages. Even if they weren’t to become the King and Queen they had wished to be, they would have still treated one another as such. But it mattered not now, she was lucky enough she could count the man as a friend. She smiled pleasantly and nodded. “Of course your Grace, take the time you need to make your decision.” And when she watched him fill with pride at the praise of his daughter, all Mary could do was smile. “Well I hope I am there to see it.” Mary waited until Buckingham had stood first, before she rose to her feet. Her smile grew as he offered his arm to her and she gladly took it. Oh how powerful he was! And she had the opportunity to converse and dance with him, how lucky she was, and how lucky his wife was to be married to him! Gently, she rested her other hand on his arm that was joined with hers and smiled up at him. “I do very much, your Grace.” Again Mary felt privileged to be in such a great man’s company and as he led her back to his Hall, she couldn’t help think that here at his castle, he was King. (Closed?) |
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| Isabel Leigh | Nov 9 2011, 09:18 AM Post #10 |
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