a very jewel of womanhood [arrival, ota!]
Katherine could not remember a better Christmastide. True, she'd thought the same exact thing last year, but oh how things had changed since then! Last year, she was simply Katherine Howard, one of the queen's ladies. This year, she was Katherine, Queen of England, and no one had a more beautiful gown or more beautiful jewels than she did. How funny to think of.
She giggled a bit, sipping at her wine and spacing out a bit as Anne of Cleves, who was seated next to her, continued on with whatever it was she was saying. Kitty glanced around the room. People dancing. Lady Mary, sulking in the corner (how was it possible for one person to be so dull and gloomy?). There was no sign of the king. He had left some time ago and hadn't returned since (what was he always doing that for? She was sure, of course, that there were important, kingly matters to attend to, but right now, what could be more important than a party?).
Craning her neck a bit, she spotted Thomas in the crowd. (Who was that he was dancing with? Lady Rochford?) She watched him move about the floor gracefully. Thomas had always been her favorite gentleman to dance with, ever since she'd arrived at court. Once she married the king, she wasn't sure she'd ever get the opportunity again, but it had turned out that Henry was always handing her off to Thomas to dance. He rarely seemed to like to get out of his seat.
When the dance finally ended, Thomas spotted Katherine looking. There was a very subtle nod, that only she, knowing him so well, would ever be able to detect, and then he was headed off, out of the Great Hall. Kitty knew exactly how to interpret this. So, excusing herself from conversation with Anne of Cleves, she casually made her way out of the hall as well, goblet of wine in hand.
Pushing open the doors and expecting to see Lady Rochford behind them, ready to send her to Thomas, imagine her surprise at finding herself standing in the middle of a road. In the middle of the day. She peered into her goblet, before pouring the remaining liquid out onto the ground.
"I think perhaps I am very drunk."
She giggled a bit, sipping at her wine and spacing out a bit as Anne of Cleves, who was seated next to her, continued on with whatever it was she was saying. Kitty glanced around the room. People dancing. Lady Mary, sulking in the corner (how was it possible for one person to be so dull and gloomy?). There was no sign of the king. He had left some time ago and hadn't returned since (what was he always doing that for? She was sure, of course, that there were important, kingly matters to attend to, but right now, what could be more important than a party?).
Craning her neck a bit, she spotted Thomas in the crowd. (Who was that he was dancing with? Lady Rochford?) She watched him move about the floor gracefully. Thomas had always been her favorite gentleman to dance with, ever since she'd arrived at court. Once she married the king, she wasn't sure she'd ever get the opportunity again, but it had turned out that Henry was always handing her off to Thomas to dance. He rarely seemed to like to get out of his seat.
When the dance finally ended, Thomas spotted Katherine looking. There was a very subtle nod, that only she, knowing him so well, would ever be able to detect, and then he was headed off, out of the Great Hall. Kitty knew exactly how to interpret this. So, excusing herself from conversation with Anne of Cleves, she casually made her way out of the hall as well, goblet of wine in hand.
Pushing open the doors and expecting to see Lady Rochford behind them, ready to send her to Thomas, imagine her surprise at finding herself standing in the middle of a road. In the middle of the day. She peered into her goblet, before pouring the remaining liquid out onto the ground.
"I think perhaps I am very drunk."