Feb 28, 2009 15:04
If only because she could not escape the dual ghosts of her mother and the Queen of France taking her to task for ignoring an event, Anne had put on a lovely green dress and stopped by the Mardi Gras party. No mask, so that her presence could be noted by anyone who wished to, and then she left, for she could not abide any more of that foolish papist behavior.
Oh, the party itself was no different from any other here, and Anne knew it well. She also knew a great many of the party-goers had little to no idea what they were celebrating. But Anne Boleyn had not worked to move England out from under the Pope's thumb for this. How Catholic Henry had been, and would always be, if this was the spirit of it! Drinking and wenching until he was sick, and then repenting for a long and gray bleakness of a time.
To thumb her nose at him, and at Rome, she waited for a day or two to pass, and then dressed in shimmering blue and carried the book by Luther that she'd been so lucky to find. She took a cup of tea, finding it an excellent alternative to wine, and seated herself in the rec room, wishing for a windowsill to occupy. Windowsills were so much more easily filled by a pretty woman in a voluminous dress.
kara thrace,
anne boleyn,
sunny baudelaire,
sonya blade-hasashi,
lyanna castus,
maud lilly