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| Trying Times, Indeed; Elizabeth Spencer! | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Jan 12 2012, 04:38 AM (414 Views) | |
| Thomas Grey | Jan 12 2012, 04:38 AM Post #1 |
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Early February Thomas had heard of the issues at hand with Elizabeth's own brother. He had been hoping to make the union between himself and Elizabeth Spencer a more current event, rather than one that one that would indeed need to be put off for a time, but truthfully, he wasn't out to make his future wife upset or put undue amounts of stress on her. He knew, for one, that William Spencer would never forgive him for it. Ever. And he knew that, should he have been put in the place of the other man himself, he likely wouldn't have been able to forgive the man in question if his own sister was involved either. But such was the nature of the beast. Truthfully, Thomas would have liked for his conscience to push itself aside for a short while if for no other reason than the fact that marrying the young Elizabeth would, indeed, distance her from the incident with her brother for the time being. But alas, Thomas wasn't one to upset the young woman... He found he actually quite liked her and her shy naivete had a way of speaking to him where the strong, assured, cockiness of his previous wife had done nothing but grate his nerves endlessly. Elizabeth was like a breath of fresh air in a lot of ways. He found him aspiring to be the man that she apparently thought him to be. Good, just and kind to her. And the fact that he was willing to put forth the effort to remain those things in her eyes spoke volumes enough of just how pleased he was with this union. As it was, Thomas waited near one of the many exits from the palace to the outer grounds for his Lady to be escorted to him. He was anxious, interestingly enough, but he had a number of things that he wanted to discuss with Elizabeth. He wasn't quite sure as to what precise type of a Lady she would wind up being - after all, his encounters with her hadn't been all that vast in number or lengthy in time. He couldn't help but wonder if she would be the type to want the distraction of wedding preparation to take her mind from the recent events concerning her brother, or if she would want to put it on hold for the time being so that she might be able to focus her attentions elsewhere. It put him in a strange situation. Of course, he could insist that the nuptials went on according to schedule, but he would never forgive himself if it disappointed her. And he had a feeling that doing something of the sort would, indeed, displease her. He smiled warmly at Elizabeth when she finally reached him and offered her his arm himself, waiting until she stepped into place beside him before easily leading her away from the structure. He had to be mindful of the fact that she was, indeed, a Lady and was mindful of his stride as he carried along with her. He was silent for a long while before he took a deep breath in, filling his lungs with the cool winter air. At long last, they rounded a corner and a servant came into view only a short distance away. Luckily, the snowy landscape had been trampled down by a goodly number of courtiers traveling these paths past, for at the feet of the servant was a pup of only a few months, eagerly pacing at the foot of the servant. "I thought that, maybe, you might enjoy walking your new spaniel as we toured the grounds." He commented almost conversationally. He offered her a smile as he watched her reaction to the pup. "Consider her a gift to keep your spirits, Elizabeth, for no one deserves to hold on to such a brilliant smile so much as you... Even in these trying times." He said sympathetically. He took the leash from the servant's hand, dismissing him before holding it out to Elizabeth so that she might walk the dog herself. |
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| Elizabeth Spencer | Jan 15 2012, 10:57 PM Post #2 |
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She was to be married. Although it was something Elizabeth had been praying for all her life, in the last few months it had dwindled into something of a “what if,” and then to almost nothing. The men in England, she had thought for so long, had been repulsed by the idea that she had been a combination of both English and French, but apparently it was not so. Finally, finally someone had stepped forward and had chosen her, above all others, for her bride, and she would forever be in his debt. Thomas Grey was kind, and considerate and well-bred and...well, handsome she supposed, but that was not the only thing that mattered. He would take care of her, and protect her just as her Guy had done all these years. Except now. In a time when her life had taken on such a perfect quality, it had all be shattered. Her Guy, her wonderful, beloved, brave, strong Guy, had been thrown into the one place that he did not belong, for something he did not do. Treason. How in God’s name could her brother do such a thing? It was impossible, but the king seemed to think it was, and now there was a great possibility she would not see him ever again. For that, she had wept. Oh, Ellie had wept and wept, taking to her bed, no longer accepting food. The weight had quickly shed, until she realized she was but a ghost of what she had once been, but Elizabeth did not care. If her Guy was to suffer, then she was too. The only thing that occupied her days was prayer, and the occasional stroke of Algernon’s fur. Nothing else was worth doing. Not if she would never see her Guy again. When the invitation had come for her, however, to meet Thomas Grey in the grounds, a frown had settled on her features, a new thought process setting in. What would he think if she were to cite poor health and not appear to meet him today? They were to be married soon, any day now. Next week perhaps, or the one after, but soon. That much had been made clear from their first meeting, that Lord Dorset wished for a quick match. Rejecting him at this point would make him question her manners, and the type of lady he was marrying. Besides, if he was to be her husband, then he deserved to know what was truly ailing her. So, calling a maid to help her dress, Ellie donned a simple dress of pale blue, wrapped herself in a multitude of furs, and headed into the cold. And cold it was. The Spencer sister could not recall ever feeling it to this degree, for surely she had never been this thin. Even wrapped in her furs, the winter wind nipped at her face and nose. What would Thomas think of her newly prominent cheek bones; features so gaunt? Surely he would not like it, but she would find out soon enough. There he was, standing so tall and so proud, waiting for her, extending his arm as she drew closer. Accepting it with a small smile, she walked along side him, rounding a corner until… “Mon Dieu!” She exclaimed, both her hands coming to press against and conceal the smile that had so quickly lit up her features. “Oh, Lord Dorset! Oh, is she truly for me? She is so very small.” Kneeling alongside the tiny pup, Ellie continued to grin, stroking her fur. “She is perfect. Thank you. She will serve an an excellent companion for the pup my Guy gave to me before he went to war in...in…” Oh dear. The very thought of her beloved Guillaume and his present state brought forth tears that were not at all welcome. Burying her face into the fur of her newest companion, she stood, willing God in all his higher power to dry up her tears. She did not want to cry in front of Lord Dorset. No, she would not. She would not cry. She would be strong. Instead, she place the her gift back onto the snow covered ground and slipped her arm into that of her betrothed once more. “I will call her Bertille Fleur Antoinette, I think. It is a name matching of my other dog, Algernon François Lafayette.” |
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| Thomas Grey | Jan 19 2012, 01:35 AM Post #3 |
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Elizabeth certainly didn't look herself. She had always been a slender girl, though shapely, he suspected, in her own right. But at the moment... Thomas truly had to wonder if she was well at all. He understood well enough that she was under distress for the sheer fact that her brother, the man that she was so close to, had been locked away in the tower. He too recalled how his own sister had appeared in the months that he had been locked up himself. Truly, he was sympathetic to it because of the fact that the situation reminded him so incredibly much of the one that he had been in... His Lady was clearly hurting and upset. He could scarcely blame her for that and he knew he would put their wedding off for a time. But the fact of the matter was that William may very well never emerge again from the Tower. A depressing thought... but one that couldn't be denied or ignored. Thomas could well remember the knowledge, in the back of his mind, that he would never again walk outside the tower, save for the trek that he would make to the executioner. He couldn't put the wedding off forever, but he could delay some to either give Elizabeth the time to come to terms with what was happening at the moment, or on the off chance that His Majesty would rule William innocent, her brother would be freed. He couldn't help but quirk a smile when she laid eyes on the pup he had purchased for her. He was happy to see that, at the very least, the gift had cheered her some. And then, just as quickly as the happiness had come, it was fleeing from her. She buried her face against the fur of the pup in her arms and Thomas couldn't resist placing the pad of his finger under her chin and tilting her face up so that he could look upon her. She looked so frail at the moment. Truly, he was concerned for her. "Elizabeth... It is far from wrong to feel pain for your brother. I would only think you less of a woman if you didn't worry for him." He said honestly. After all, William was a man that Thomas genuinely liked himself. He chuckled at what she would name the pup and walked along with her, keeping his eyes on the dog as it bounded about here and there. "That is quite a colorful set of names, My Lady." He commented as they carried on. He kept on with her quietly for a few more paces before he broached the other subject in which he wished to discuss. "My Lady... I know it is a sore subject, indeed, for you to consider, but I fear that it must be spoken of between the two of us." He murmured. "I know that your brother's situation at the moment grieves you..." He commented, looking over at her. "I wish it were that you wouldn't punish yourself for what has happened through neglect." He said, taking her thin wrist in his own a moment. "But I know that discouraging a sister from showing her distress is nigh on impossible." Again, his mind flittered back to his own Elizabeth and the state she had been in. "That being said... I think it would be best if we were to hold off on our nuptials until your heart and mind can focus on the union, rather than such grievous matters." |
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| Elizabeth Spencer | Jan 29 2012, 01:27 PM Post #4 |
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As much as Ellie had not wanted to bother Thomas with her feelings of dread in regards to her brother's imprisonment, she realized now that her current appearance was a dead giveaway. When one did not look them self, it was only natural to worry and to ask questions. It was only the the proper and humane thing to do. She should have known that the Lord Dorset, being as kind and as helpful as he was would be bound to inquire her feelings, if only to ensure that she was well enough to be out walking with him. The pup had been a grand surprise indeed, and as Thomas had expressed, would be a useful tool in distracting her and helping to raise her spirits. When his fingers came to gently draw her face from Bertille’s fur, Ellie dared to fix her gaze on his, listening to him as he spoke. His voice...it had a soothing quality about it. Suddenly, she did not feel as alone, if that were at all possible. Though her brother was so, so far away, she had someone else willing to wipe away her tears, and that meant more to Ellie than the Lord Dorset would ever know. “I...I do worry for him,” she said softly. “Every day. I pray and I...I...well, in all honesty, Thomas, I have not been out for days. Your invitation has been the only one I’ve accepted.” For one reason or another, that was a fact Ellie felt as though Thomas should be aware of; that he was important figure in her life. With his next words, Ellie found herself releasing a breath she had not realized she was holding. A sore subject? What could he be...oh. Oh, her Guillaume again. Though she loved her brother dearly, Ellie wished he wouldn’t bring up the situation again and again, for it was one she wished to forget. “I wish you wouldn’t punish yourself what has happened…” Ellie sighed. “It is not something I do intentionally, Thomas. I...I know that I have grown so much thinner than usual, and for that I apologize, for I did not mean to worry you. I simply cannot bring myself to eat, or even think of food when my brother is trapped where he is. I pray for him instead.” But her health was not all her betrothed wished to speak of. Their wedding? Oh! He wished to postpone their wedding until after her Guy had been released! An enormous weight felt as if it had been lifted off her shoulders, and without thinking, Ellie turned and embraced her companion. “Oh, Thomas! Oh, you would do that for me? Thank you, thank you so very much.” Tears welled in her eyes. “The very thought of marrying without my dearest brother present was a thought plaguing me for so long and I...thank you.” |
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| Isabel Leigh | Mar 9 2014, 07:41 PM Post #5 |
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