Big Bang Fic: Between Golden Worlds, epilogue
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...
Epilogue
October 12, 1537
He’d finally done it; he’d finally gotten what he wanted.
After everything, he had done, everything he had sacrificed and all the lives he had destroyed, the king got what he wanted. The boy, his son, his heir, screamed when the water went over his body and Edmund hoped that it was a good omen. That now that he had gotten what he wanted everything would be alright, he hoped the king would be more lenient. (Only a few months ago there had been the pilgrimage and while he had not been there Peter had and although Peter believed in the king, especially now that he had gotten a new place at court after the death of FitzRoy, was shocked at what had been done there. It was the children Edmund suspected that had gotten him so down).
The king, now that he had a son, might be able to forget, but he never could.
He could never forget the sacrifices, the hurt; he could never forget More, so strong and valiant, who lied his head down on the block because he would not sign a piece of paper. A piece of paper in which was proclaimed that Anne Boleyn was queen and Elizabeth's princess, something that was vacated just a few years later (and he could not help but believe that More had died for nothing, but he did not say it out loud), and Anne had followed him to the scaffold. The ghosts of those that had been there before, the ones they had loved, haunted all of them, and it seemed as if the new queen would join those ghosts in just a few moments.
The king had what he wanted, but Edmund would never be able to forgive him for what he had done.
He suspected that Mary felt the same way, though she’d never admit it, not even to himself - especially not since, the king was her only family left, besides the now two small children. She’d signed the oath; Edmund remembered the moment he found out the king still wanted her to sign it - he did not see why he still wanted that, the women for who he had done all of that was dead, but he suspected that he just wanted his daughter to accept he was right. And she had, though Edmund believed it had more to do with the fact that she was afraid she too would die.
Edmund wondered what had happened to them, who just a few years ago had been so happy to come to court.
He wished they’d never come.
****
Another queen was dead.
Susan had been there when Jane had gone into labor, as had Mary - who when she first arrived at court had asked to speak to her, and Susan had told her everything she remembered of her mother, everything she had said at the end, something for which Mary had been very grateful - and they had stayed through the entire ordeal. She had done it; she had succeeded where the other queens had failed, she had given the king the one thing he wanted above everything, a son, a healthy son. But instead of being able to celebrate, she fell ill and a few days later she was dead.
Susan wondered what it said about her that this death did not affect her as the other two had.
Perhaps it meant nothing, perhaps it was just that she had never been really close to Jane; she had been very close to the first queen, even considering her a mother, so it was logical that her dead should affect her, since it should not have happened - and it would not have happened if the king had kept her in her rightful place - and the second queens death was so shocking anyone would be affected by it. But Jane died of a common illness, and perhaps that was why it did not shock her in the same way.
She watched the child cry in his crib and wondered what stories he would hear about his mother.
Surely, they’d make her out to be an angel, even if she was not.
***
Mary had signed the oath and with it, she had gained everything she wanted.
But Lucy, who had been allowed by the king to return as soon as Mary asked, knew she had lost an important part of herself. And she also knew that Mary, her best friend, would never forgive herself; not for signing away her birthright, but for going against everything her mother believed in. For signing away what her mother had protected to the day she died but Lucy had pointed out that no matter what Catherine had believed, she had loved her daughter and there was no way she would have wanted the girl to suffer or lose her life.
Mary was being treated as a princess, and she was one, in anything but name.
Lucy had been there when Mary had gone to Elizabeth and gently told her why her mother could not return; Elizabeth had screamed and begged for her mother; and Mary had held her, telling her, her mother was in a better place. Lucy knew Mary did not believe that, but she could not say it to the small child, so she lied. She wondered, as she heard that Jane Seymour was dead, what Mary would tell her son; what story she would weave about the women who had saved her and gotten her back close to the king. Surely, she’d make her out to be the gentlest lady in the world, but Lucy did not know if she truly was.
But later, when she and Susan were alone together; she realized how much their lives had changed.
Because now she did not feel as comfortable with her own sister as she did with Mary.
And that made her sad.
***
Edmund wished he could turn around the clock and go back in time.
To go back to the before, before court, before everything that had changed them, now they were all broken, hurt, scarred. Lucy was a stranger, the last time he had seen her had been in Narnia, and that was so long ago, now she was a completely different person. Susan wasn’t as loving, as gentle, as she had once been; watching the beheading of a woman right before her had scarred her so deeply that Edmund thought she never was the same again. But none of them had changed like Peter had, Peter, who barely even spoke to them anymore, had turned into another man; Edmund could not find a trace of the magnificent king, he had once been and Edmund was scared by that prospect.
He wished he could go back to the before.
Go back to Narnia and stay there forever, never leave that wardrobe again; or , if that did not work, to the time at court before the king sent his wife away.
To a better age, to the golden world, in either Narnia or England.
But one could not go back in time, no matter how much you wanted to.
***
And he’d remember forever an old conversation with Thomas More, in the before, before he had died, before the queen had been send away; right after Wolsey had died. The man had looked at him and told him that one should always be careful with the king, that is what Wolsey once said.
That one should only let the king know what he should do, not what he could do.
‘For if the lion was ever to know his own strength, no man would be able to control him.’
And Edmund and his sisters wished the king had never found out what he could do.
For if he hadn’t they wouldn’t be here now.
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...
Epilogue
October 12, 1537
He’d finally done it; he’d finally gotten what he wanted.
After everything, he had done, everything he had sacrificed and all the lives he had destroyed, the king got what he wanted. The boy, his son, his heir, screamed when the water went over his body and Edmund hoped that it was a good omen. That now that he had gotten what he wanted everything would be alright, he hoped the king would be more lenient. (Only a few months ago there had been the pilgrimage and while he had not been there Peter had and although Peter believed in the king, especially now that he had gotten a new place at court after the death of FitzRoy, was shocked at what had been done there. It was the children Edmund suspected that had gotten him so down).
The king, now that he had a son, might be able to forget, but he never could.
He could never forget the sacrifices, the hurt; he could never forget More, so strong and valiant, who lied his head down on the block because he would not sign a piece of paper. A piece of paper in which was proclaimed that Anne Boleyn was queen and Elizabeth's princess, something that was vacated just a few years later (and he could not help but believe that More had died for nothing, but he did not say it out loud), and Anne had followed him to the scaffold. The ghosts of those that had been there before, the ones they had loved, haunted all of them, and it seemed as if the new queen would join those ghosts in just a few moments.
The king had what he wanted, but Edmund would never be able to forgive him for what he had done.
He suspected that Mary felt the same way, though she’d never admit it, not even to himself - especially not since, the king was her only family left, besides the now two small children. She’d signed the oath; Edmund remembered the moment he found out the king still wanted her to sign it - he did not see why he still wanted that, the women for who he had done all of that was dead, but he suspected that he just wanted his daughter to accept he was right. And she had, though Edmund believed it had more to do with the fact that she was afraid she too would die.
Edmund wondered what had happened to them, who just a few years ago had been so happy to come to court.
He wished they’d never come.
****
Another queen was dead.
Susan had been there when Jane had gone into labor, as had Mary - who when she first arrived at court had asked to speak to her, and Susan had told her everything she remembered of her mother, everything she had said at the end, something for which Mary had been very grateful - and they had stayed through the entire ordeal. She had done it; she had succeeded where the other queens had failed, she had given the king the one thing he wanted above everything, a son, a healthy son. But instead of being able to celebrate, she fell ill and a few days later she was dead.
Susan wondered what it said about her that this death did not affect her as the other two had.
Perhaps it meant nothing, perhaps it was just that she had never been really close to Jane; she had been very close to the first queen, even considering her a mother, so it was logical that her dead should affect her, since it should not have happened - and it would not have happened if the king had kept her in her rightful place - and the second queens death was so shocking anyone would be affected by it. But Jane died of a common illness, and perhaps that was why it did not shock her in the same way.
She watched the child cry in his crib and wondered what stories he would hear about his mother.
Surely, they’d make her out to be an angel, even if she was not.
***
Mary had signed the oath and with it, she had gained everything she wanted.
But Lucy, who had been allowed by the king to return as soon as Mary asked, knew she had lost an important part of herself. And she also knew that Mary, her best friend, would never forgive herself; not for signing away her birthright, but for going against everything her mother believed in. For signing away what her mother had protected to the day she died but Lucy had pointed out that no matter what Catherine had believed, she had loved her daughter and there was no way she would have wanted the girl to suffer or lose her life.
Mary was being treated as a princess, and she was one, in anything but name.
Lucy had been there when Mary had gone to Elizabeth and gently told her why her mother could not return; Elizabeth had screamed and begged for her mother; and Mary had held her, telling her, her mother was in a better place. Lucy knew Mary did not believe that, but she could not say it to the small child, so she lied. She wondered, as she heard that Jane Seymour was dead, what Mary would tell her son; what story she would weave about the women who had saved her and gotten her back close to the king. Surely, she’d make her out to be the gentlest lady in the world, but Lucy did not know if she truly was.
But later, when she and Susan were alone together; she realized how much their lives had changed.
Because now she did not feel as comfortable with her own sister as she did with Mary.
And that made her sad.
***
Edmund wished he could turn around the clock and go back in time.
To go back to the before, before court, before everything that had changed them, now they were all broken, hurt, scarred. Lucy was a stranger, the last time he had seen her had been in Narnia, and that was so long ago, now she was a completely different person. Susan wasn’t as loving, as gentle, as she had once been; watching the beheading of a woman right before her had scarred her so deeply that Edmund thought she never was the same again. But none of them had changed like Peter had, Peter, who barely even spoke to them anymore, had turned into another man; Edmund could not find a trace of the magnificent king, he had once been and Edmund was scared by that prospect.
He wished he could go back to the before.
Go back to Narnia and stay there forever, never leave that wardrobe again; or , if that did not work, to the time at court before the king sent his wife away.
To a better age, to the golden world, in either Narnia or England.
But one could not go back in time, no matter how much you wanted to.
***
And he’d remember forever an old conversation with Thomas More, in the before, before he had died, before the queen had been send away; right after Wolsey had died. The man had looked at him and told him that one should always be careful with the king, that is what Wolsey once said.
That one should only let the king know what he should do, not what he could do.
‘For if the lion was ever to know his own strength, no man would be able to control him.’
And Edmund and his sisters wished the king had never found out what he could do.
For if he hadn’t they wouldn’t be here now.
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