Big Bang Fic: Between Golden Worlds, Chapter 9
Title: Between golden worlds
Author: pamymex3girl
Rating: T, just to be on the safe side
Pairings/characters: Susan, Lucy, Edmund, Peter, Mary Tudor, Thomas more; Susan/Caspian, Susan/OC, Peter/OC, all normal Tudor couples
Disclaimer: I do not own neither the narnian characters nor the historical characters, just my story.
Possible Spoilers/Warnings: death, spoilers for the first three Narnia movies and three seasons of the tudors
Author's Notes: I’ve used some scenes from the series the Tudors and although I’ve tried to be historically accurate I’ve changed some things. I’ve also changed the age of the Pevensies when they went back to Narnia for the second and the third time
Summary: It is August 1524 and the Pevensies are being send to the English court. Having just lost their own world they must now learn to walk in this world. They must accept their place and live their lives, but they must be careful. For the court of Henry VIII is a dangerous place, one step in the wrong direction could prove disastrous...
Chapter 9
June 25, 1533
The king’s youngest sister, Mary Queen of France, died.
It was unexpected, though Edmund suspects it had been more unexpected because the king wasn’t paying attention. However, he had loved her; Edmund knew this, and the court truly grieved for the beautiful and graceful girl. The girl who had married a king and done her duty as princess and then turned around and married the man of her dream, with whom she had been - or so he was told - very happy and had given him several children. And now she left this world, perhaps at the best time for her; since it was well known that she did not recognize the new queen and stood by the old queen’s side. King Henry had not yet invited her to court, probably to avoid the awful moment where he had to choose between his new wife and his little sister.
Now she was death, and they would never know what would have happened.
He could feel the court changing; the king was working on several acts to make sure his queen and new heirs were accepted. He was afraid, not for himself, he knew he would sign anything not truly caring, but for More. He knew Cromwell was already looking into his affairs, though reluctantly, thankfully the man, who knew how much, he cared for More, did not ask him to do the investigating. He couldn’t tell what would happen next, but whatever it was it wouldn’t be good; it wouldn’t be good at all.
***
They’d drunk from the same cup.
Fitzroy was offered a glass of wine, though no one can remember who had offered him and thankfully for him Surrey had, jokingly, taken it from him and drunk from it, then he had offered it to Peter. Peter, had drunk from it as well - one did not ignore an Earl when he offered you a drink, even if he was a friend - and that had probably saved them all. Since none of them had drunk a lot from it the poison which was in it had not done much damage and all they had been was violently ill for some time. They’d thought for a while that FitzRoy would die, but thankfully, he didn’t and life went on.
Nobody knew who had tried to poison them.
Peter could hazard a guess, though he was smart enough not to say it out loud; George Boleyn had been in the castle a few days ago. And it was known that the new queen feared the power the boy had, but there was no proof and nobody spoke of it. He doubted if the king believed them, even if they had evidence, so much did he love his new wife. Even Fitzroy thought it had been someone else.
It did not matter in the end all that mattered was what the king thought.
September 7, 1533
To her credit, Anne Boleyn never used her obvious love for Catherine of Aragon against her.
She bore her role well, never paying attention to her obvious enemies; and why should she, Susan wondered; she was after all certain that the king loved her and would protect her. Why would she worry about the people who spoke up against her, if she knew the king would either banish them or imprison them? She was kind to her ladies, especially those that had spent some time with Catherine in her exile; and even if she did not truly agree with what had happened Susan was grateful. She even began hoping that Anne would have a son, for she knew her live wouldn’t be easy if she did not; if there was one thing, she knew for sure was that the king had little patience these days.
In the end, all the prayers in the world could not have helped her; the child who was born was a girl.
She was there when the king walked in the room, calm though that was just for show; still obviously in love with his wife he told her that in the future they would have sons. He held his daughter for a few moments, and fell in love with her instantly - since the king did love all of his children - and then he left. But it was obvious he was not happy, obvious that he felt like the world was against him; but he managed to convince himself; Susan heard later, that perhaps it was better. Now he could make sure that his next child, which would be a boy, would be accepted by the people.
Susan hoped that it would go alright for them, because Anne, unlike her predecessor, had no powerful help.
And even the emperor had not been able to save his aunt, so who could save Anne if the king turned against her?
Who could save Elizabeth?
****
Mary was told of the birth of her sister.
It had been cause for celebration, the Spanish ambassador had come to tell her himself, and they were sure it was proven that God had abandoned the lady Anne. Privately, Lucy did not see what God had to do with it, and she did not see how this would help them in any way; the king would never go back and say he was wrong, not after everything he had gone through. He might set his new queen aside if she did not give him what he wanted, but he would never take his old wife back; he would never accept that someone besides him was right. They shouldn’t have celebrated for word of it had obviously carried to the king.
The next day she and another half of Mary’s household were send away.
At first, Mary refused to let her go, stating that she would write to the king, beg him to allow her friend to remain. But they both knew what his answer would be, if she wanted to keep her friends, if she wanted contact with her mother, all she had to do was accept the new queen. Accept her and the king would give her anything she wanted but they both knew Mary would never do it, never accept, and so they had to part. She did not cry; she was her mother’s daughter, and her emotions would never be known to the outside world, but she did look sad.
Lucy promised her that one day they’d be together again, she just hoped she hadn’t lied.
November 1534
The oath of succession declared Elizabeth the one and only heir of King Henry.
And everyone, even the lowest of his subjects, had to take the oath; nobody would ever be able to walk around it. He’d been one of the first, being secretary to Cromwell, and he’d taken the oath calmly. It was not that oath that worried him; it was the other one the Act of Supremacy, that was being sent out at the same time. He knew More would calmly swear the first one, having no problem with the king himself; it was the one where he had to go against his conscience, against everything he believed in. He knew More would never take it; he would perhaps accept it, if the king did not want him to swear to it.
That, however, was not what the most important thing in his life was in that moment his impending marriage.
Last month, his father, after long contemplation, had decreed he should marry and More, who was still one of his closest friends was coming to the marriage. He knew it might get him into trouble, but perhaps the king would allow his love for More to take precedent and never ask him to swear to anything. Still he could not ask him, not to come; he loved him far too much and it had been too long since he saw him. When he arrived, they spoke privately and while he told Edmund that he was right to take the oath he also made sure to tell Edmund he never would.
When he left after the marriage, Edmund knew somehow he’d never see him again.
****
She couldn’t believe how different things were.
Last year, she was the companion of the lawful, though apparently not legitimate, daughter of the king. Now she was the maid in waiting to his youngest daughter and so was Mary. They were not allowed to spend any time together, though Lucy did everything in her power to stand by her friend without ever speaking a word. She was grateful, when Mary despite all of her setbacks, despite never being able to see her mother again, never took any of her feelings out on the little girl. She obviously loved her little sister, and while she did not accept that the girl was a princess while she was not, she always called her sister.
Lucy wished she could somehow change the situation, for everyone involved.
However, she couldn't, and she had a feeling everything would go worse from now on; word had been carried to them about the oath. And while she had taken it, after having talked to her friend who told her she should since she’d send away but Mary never would. Perhaps she’d follow the king’s ruling, if she had not been asked to take a stand against her mother. There was almost no news of the former queen, sometimes Chappuys carried news to Ludlow, but since she had been here with the Princess (lady) Elizabeth Chapuys had not been allowed to visit her, so no news was forthcoming.
She wondered how long Mary could go without screaming out against her father.
June 1535
Bishop Fisher had just been beheaded.
He’d never see a beheading before that moment, and it horrified him, to a degree, what horrified him more than the death, however, was the way the people reacted to it, the cheering and the obvious disregard to human live. He couldn’t tell whether he was being beheaded because he refused to take the oath or because a few years ago he had stood up against the king and spoken in favor of the queen. But that almost seemed like a different era, a time when Wolsey ruled the court and Catherine of Aragon was still the queen; it almost seemed like that time had not existed at all; which was of course the king’s intention.
It was of course well within his rights to behead people who had been found guilty of treason.
Except that no one was really sure what treason involved anymore, lately he had been imprisoning anyone who did not accept Anne as queen; but not all were being beheaded, though Peter suspected that only the important ones would be. He’d heard that Tomas More was being investigated and for a moment, he felt sorry for Edmund, he knew how close they were; though he could not feel sorry for neither More nor Fisher, they had their chance after all; they could just take the oath and go on with their lives.
Their ending was of their own doing, and as such he could feel nothing but contempt for their stupidity.
Prologue | Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four | Chapter Five | Chapter Six | Chapter Seven | Chapter Eight | Chapter Nine | Chapter Ten | Chapter Eleven | Chapter Twelve | Epilogue
Author: pamymex3girl
Rating: T, just to be on the safe side
Pairings/characters: Susan, Lucy, Edmund, Peter, Mary Tudor, Thomas more; Susan/Caspian, Susan/OC, Peter/OC, all normal Tudor couples
Disclaimer: I do not own neither the narnian characters nor the historical characters, just my story.
Possible Spoilers/Warnings: death, spoilers for the first three Narnia movies and three seasons of the tudors
Author's Notes: I’ve used some scenes from the series the Tudors and although I’ve tried to be historically accurate I’ve changed some things. I’ve also changed the age of the Pevensies when they went back to Narnia for the second and the third time
Summary: It is August 1524 and the Pevensies are being send to the English court. Having just lost their own world they must now learn to walk in this world. They must accept their place and live their lives, but they must be careful. For the court of Henry VIII is a dangerous place, one step in the wrong direction could prove disastrous...
Chapter 9
June 25, 1533
The king’s youngest sister, Mary Queen of France, died.
It was unexpected, though Edmund suspects it had been more unexpected because the king wasn’t paying attention. However, he had loved her; Edmund knew this, and the court truly grieved for the beautiful and graceful girl. The girl who had married a king and done her duty as princess and then turned around and married the man of her dream, with whom she had been - or so he was told - very happy and had given him several children. And now she left this world, perhaps at the best time for her; since it was well known that she did not recognize the new queen and stood by the old queen’s side. King Henry had not yet invited her to court, probably to avoid the awful moment where he had to choose between his new wife and his little sister.
Now she was death, and they would never know what would have happened.
He could feel the court changing; the king was working on several acts to make sure his queen and new heirs were accepted. He was afraid, not for himself, he knew he would sign anything not truly caring, but for More. He knew Cromwell was already looking into his affairs, though reluctantly, thankfully the man, who knew how much, he cared for More, did not ask him to do the investigating. He couldn’t tell what would happen next, but whatever it was it wouldn’t be good; it wouldn’t be good at all.
***
They’d drunk from the same cup.
Fitzroy was offered a glass of wine, though no one can remember who had offered him and thankfully for him Surrey had, jokingly, taken it from him and drunk from it, then he had offered it to Peter. Peter, had drunk from it as well - one did not ignore an Earl when he offered you a drink, even if he was a friend - and that had probably saved them all. Since none of them had drunk a lot from it the poison which was in it had not done much damage and all they had been was violently ill for some time. They’d thought for a while that FitzRoy would die, but thankfully, he didn’t and life went on.
Nobody knew who had tried to poison them.
Peter could hazard a guess, though he was smart enough not to say it out loud; George Boleyn had been in the castle a few days ago. And it was known that the new queen feared the power the boy had, but there was no proof and nobody spoke of it. He doubted if the king believed them, even if they had evidence, so much did he love his new wife. Even Fitzroy thought it had been someone else.
It did not matter in the end all that mattered was what the king thought.
September 7, 1533
To her credit, Anne Boleyn never used her obvious love for Catherine of Aragon against her.
She bore her role well, never paying attention to her obvious enemies; and why should she, Susan wondered; she was after all certain that the king loved her and would protect her. Why would she worry about the people who spoke up against her, if she knew the king would either banish them or imprison them? She was kind to her ladies, especially those that had spent some time with Catherine in her exile; and even if she did not truly agree with what had happened Susan was grateful. She even began hoping that Anne would have a son, for she knew her live wouldn’t be easy if she did not; if there was one thing, she knew for sure was that the king had little patience these days.
In the end, all the prayers in the world could not have helped her; the child who was born was a girl.
She was there when the king walked in the room, calm though that was just for show; still obviously in love with his wife he told her that in the future they would have sons. He held his daughter for a few moments, and fell in love with her instantly - since the king did love all of his children - and then he left. But it was obvious he was not happy, obvious that he felt like the world was against him; but he managed to convince himself; Susan heard later, that perhaps it was better. Now he could make sure that his next child, which would be a boy, would be accepted by the people.
Susan hoped that it would go alright for them, because Anne, unlike her predecessor, had no powerful help.
And even the emperor had not been able to save his aunt, so who could save Anne if the king turned against her?
Who could save Elizabeth?
****
Mary was told of the birth of her sister.
It had been cause for celebration, the Spanish ambassador had come to tell her himself, and they were sure it was proven that God had abandoned the lady Anne. Privately, Lucy did not see what God had to do with it, and she did not see how this would help them in any way; the king would never go back and say he was wrong, not after everything he had gone through. He might set his new queen aside if she did not give him what he wanted, but he would never take his old wife back; he would never accept that someone besides him was right. They shouldn’t have celebrated for word of it had obviously carried to the king.
The next day she and another half of Mary’s household were send away.
At first, Mary refused to let her go, stating that she would write to the king, beg him to allow her friend to remain. But they both knew what his answer would be, if she wanted to keep her friends, if she wanted contact with her mother, all she had to do was accept the new queen. Accept her and the king would give her anything she wanted but they both knew Mary would never do it, never accept, and so they had to part. She did not cry; she was her mother’s daughter, and her emotions would never be known to the outside world, but she did look sad.
Lucy promised her that one day they’d be together again, she just hoped she hadn’t lied.
November 1534
The oath of succession declared Elizabeth the one and only heir of King Henry.
And everyone, even the lowest of his subjects, had to take the oath; nobody would ever be able to walk around it. He’d been one of the first, being secretary to Cromwell, and he’d taken the oath calmly. It was not that oath that worried him; it was the other one the Act of Supremacy, that was being sent out at the same time. He knew More would calmly swear the first one, having no problem with the king himself; it was the one where he had to go against his conscience, against everything he believed in. He knew More would never take it; he would perhaps accept it, if the king did not want him to swear to it.
That, however, was not what the most important thing in his life was in that moment his impending marriage.
Last month, his father, after long contemplation, had decreed he should marry and More, who was still one of his closest friends was coming to the marriage. He knew it might get him into trouble, but perhaps the king would allow his love for More to take precedent and never ask him to swear to anything. Still he could not ask him, not to come; he loved him far too much and it had been too long since he saw him. When he arrived, they spoke privately and while he told Edmund that he was right to take the oath he also made sure to tell Edmund he never would.
When he left after the marriage, Edmund knew somehow he’d never see him again.
****
She couldn’t believe how different things were.
Last year, she was the companion of the lawful, though apparently not legitimate, daughter of the king. Now she was the maid in waiting to his youngest daughter and so was Mary. They were not allowed to spend any time together, though Lucy did everything in her power to stand by her friend without ever speaking a word. She was grateful, when Mary despite all of her setbacks, despite never being able to see her mother again, never took any of her feelings out on the little girl. She obviously loved her little sister, and while she did not accept that the girl was a princess while she was not, she always called her sister.
Lucy wished she could somehow change the situation, for everyone involved.
However, she couldn't, and she had a feeling everything would go worse from now on; word had been carried to them about the oath. And while she had taken it, after having talked to her friend who told her she should since she’d send away but Mary never would. Perhaps she’d follow the king’s ruling, if she had not been asked to take a stand against her mother. There was almost no news of the former queen, sometimes Chappuys carried news to Ludlow, but since she had been here with the Princess (lady) Elizabeth Chapuys had not been allowed to visit her, so no news was forthcoming.
She wondered how long Mary could go without screaming out against her father.
June 1535
Bishop Fisher had just been beheaded.
He’d never see a beheading before that moment, and it horrified him, to a degree, what horrified him more than the death, however, was the way the people reacted to it, the cheering and the obvious disregard to human live. He couldn’t tell whether he was being beheaded because he refused to take the oath or because a few years ago he had stood up against the king and spoken in favor of the queen. But that almost seemed like a different era, a time when Wolsey ruled the court and Catherine of Aragon was still the queen; it almost seemed like that time had not existed at all; which was of course the king’s intention.
It was of course well within his rights to behead people who had been found guilty of treason.
Except that no one was really sure what treason involved anymore, lately he had been imprisoning anyone who did not accept Anne as queen; but not all were being beheaded, though Peter suspected that only the important ones would be. He’d heard that Tomas More was being investigated and for a moment, he felt sorry for Edmund, he knew how close they were; though he could not feel sorry for neither More nor Fisher, they had their chance after all; they could just take the oath and go on with their lives.
Their ending was of their own doing, and as such he could feel nothing but contempt for their stupidity.
Prologue | Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four | Chapter Five | Chapter Six | Chapter Seven | Chapter Eight | Chapter Nine | Chapter Ten | Chapter Eleven | Chapter Twelve | Epilogue