Big Bang Fic: Between Golden Worlds, Chapter 3
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 3
June 10 1525
The queen should have kept her mouth shut.
Edmund could understand why she did it, in her place he might have done it too; the king had just put his son above her daughter. He shouldn’t have done it, and Edmund doesn’t think it actually means something; after all Mary was in line for the throne and Fitzroy was not recognized. It’s not like the king could just change that, at least he doesn’t think he can do that. However, despite her feelings, despite all that was happening, she should have just kept her mouth shot; and then she wouldn’t be in this moment. Forced to say goodbye to her adored daughter, who was being sent to Ludlow castle; he could understand the reasoning behind it; the queen could too; it was why she wasn’t putting up more of a fight. It was a good sign, showing the world that his daughter was still important; but even so, it might not have happened if the queen just hadn’t said anything.
Or if she just hadn’t said it to Wolsey.
The word was that the Queen had complained about the elevation to Wolsey, worse she had insulted him; and to insult Wolsey was to insult the King. It was stupid, even he knew it, and he was Wolsey’s secretary. Personally, he didn’t like Wolsey; it wasn’t how high he had climbed it was the way he acted towards everyone else. It got on Edmund’s nerves how he thought himself so far above everyone, but he knew that to make him angry was a very bad idea. The talk around court was after all that the Duke of Buckingham had lost his head, not because he had risen up against the king, but because he had spilled, water on the Cardinal’s clothes and insulted him. And now he convinced the king to send his only daughter far away, just to hurt the queen; several of her ladies, probably her closest friends, was being sent away as well (married off but the point was still there). Thankfully, Susan was not among them, but being just thirteen the Cardinal had probably not thought her important enough.
However, that wasn’t even the worse of it.
If it had been just that the Queen would still be in high regard, but in the king’s eyes she was in some sort of disgrace. Charles the Emperor had jilted their daughter and decided that marrying the princess of Portugal was more beneficial. How this was the queen’s fault he wasn’t so sure of, yes he was her nephew, but it was not like she had any control over him. In fact, she was probably just as hurt, if not more so, then the king; and yet he chose to blame her. Susan had defended her, yesterday when they had all been in his chamber, but Susan always defended her. Though she was right of course, the queen had no control over the situation, and she just wanted what was best for her daughter, which was her duty. Peter had not agreed that on its own hadn’t been so weird; he was looking at everything from a different perspective, from the king’s point of view.
But then Peter had told her she should just stay out of it since it had nothing to do with her.
(Admittedly when he thought about it later Peter had probably meant that it had nothing to do with her because she wasn’t the queen, and that she shouldn’t call attention to herself, just in case she should forget that. However, it sounded like he was telling her she was stupid, that she should stay out of it because she was a woman.)
He hadn’t been able to control his temper and what had started as a simple fight turned into a fist fight; it wasn’t just what he said or how he said it. It was how he was acting; only thinking about being close to the king, not paying any attention to the consequences. He didn’t like it and he just wanted to knock some sense into her. OF course with their luck their father arrived just as they were fighting and gave them the lecture of a lifetime, reminding them that if they did it again he’d send them home and never let them come back.
Peter hadn’t even looked at him, and for the first time since they defeated the white whom Edmund felt as distant from Peter as he had before Narnia.
****
Mary had cried when her governess had told her what happened.
She had cried and cried, so much that the governess had to send everyone else away, for fear that someone would see her like this. Lucy had tried to console her, but she had been pretty down herself; it wasn’t just Mary that was going away, she as the Princess’s companion was going to. Which meant that for the first time she would be separated from her siblings, she would be thousands of miles away from Susan and there was nothing she could do about it; the king commanded it and she had to obey. She didn’t like it; she wanted to go back to her original home, to the place where being separated was so impossible she never even contemplated it. However, she couldn’t go back, and they had to accept and look forward to the adventures that lay ahead.
‘At least you won’t be alone; I will be with you. And you’ll see we’ll be back before you know it, with all of your lessons you won’t even notice how much time has passed.’
‘Do you think we’ll be there long?’
‘Probably not, the king just wants to prove you’re still his heir. That you are important, when he does that he’ll send for you. He loves you, and he likes having you close; he won’t send you away for long. I’m sure of it.’
It helped; Lucy wasn’t sure if Mary believed anything of what she said (truthfully she didn’t believe it herself), but she calmed down. By the time the Queen came to her chambers to spend some time together, her tears had dried, and she was the composed princess once again. Lucy left them alone, normally she stayed but just like everyone else she thought they should be allowed to be alone for a little while; besides she wanted to spend some time with Susan.
The worst was the goodbye the next day.
Nobody cried, nobody else even said anything; the queen was calm and composed, you would never be able to tell her heart was breaking. IT was doing a world of good because thanks to that Mary were also very calm, hurt and sad that she was saying goodbye to her mother, but calm, and it was all they could ask for.
‘Listen to me Lucy, everything will be alright. I know you don’t want to go, but you belong with the princess and remember wherever you are Aslan is always with you.’
‘I’m going to miss you.’ Susan pulled her close and held her in a hug for a few moments, before Lucy and Mary both got into the carriage and rode away.
Susan stood next to the Queen still watching the road long after the carriage had disappeared.
****
There was no time for grieve in the Queens live.
There was always something to do, someone to receive or the king to dine with; there was always something. She would be able to think about her daughter and cry later, when nobody was around to see. However, now she had to be strong and welcome her new ladies, since so many of her old ones had been dismissed. They were beautiful, of course they were beautiful all the new ladies at court was; sometimes she thought the queen did it to herself, surrounding herself with so many beautiful ladies. Anne Boleyn wasn’t the most beautiful among them, but there was something about her; Susan thinks it was her eyes, something so intense, so compelling. Susan thought she might like her; she looked smart and might want to talk to her; but that would be later, first Anne had to learn her place in the world. She reminded Susan of someone, but she couldn’t figure out whom; perhaps she had seen her before today.
Later she heard from the others that Anne had been at court before, though it had been long before her time.
They said she had been with the Princess Mary, the king’s sister, when she had left for France to become queen, and that she had returned not so long ago. She had fallen in love with the Earl of Northumberland, and they had married, or at least they had wanted to marry; but the Cardinal had decided that she wasn’t good enough for him and separated them. Susan felt sorry for her, to lose the one you love because everyone thought you weren’t good enough. Still, there was something about her; you’d never be able to tell she was heartbroken: and perhaps she wasn’t, perhaps she had gotten over it, perhaps she had found someone new. Still she attracted attention, just knew from France and Mary Boleyn’s little sister, though from what she heard with more virtue.
The Queen was putting together a pageant, and since Anne could dance she thought nothing of giving her a place.
Susan too would be dancing in it and so would the King’s sister.
June 15, 1525
The dance was beautiful.
Peter had to admit that the King had a good taste, in both sports and dances, and he wasn’t a bad dancer; he, Peter, was not a part of the show, but he didn’t really mind. He had never been a good dancer and no matter what he didn’t want to be in the spotlight making a fool of him, his time would come; he was sure of it. Susan looked beautiful, despite her young age, and she was a graceful dancer (not like Lucy but good enough), but thankfully, she was too young for everyone to truly pay attention to her. However, it wouldn’t be the same in a few years, and he knew how beautiful she would be then, even the king might notice her; Susan might say no, she was like that she would definitely say no, but their father would not let her. In that moment, Peter noticed; the king was more taken with the girl he was dancing with. He asked around, trying to find out who she was; so that if the king she asks he would have the answers, and the king might notice him. The king never asked, he had the duke of Suffolk find out everything about her instead.
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 3
June 10 1525
The queen should have kept her mouth shut.
Edmund could understand why she did it, in her place he might have done it too; the king had just put his son above her daughter. He shouldn’t have done it, and Edmund doesn’t think it actually means something; after all Mary was in line for the throne and Fitzroy was not recognized. It’s not like the king could just change that, at least he doesn’t think he can do that. However, despite her feelings, despite all that was happening, she should have just kept her mouth shot; and then she wouldn’t be in this moment. Forced to say goodbye to her adored daughter, who was being sent to Ludlow castle; he could understand the reasoning behind it; the queen could too; it was why she wasn’t putting up more of a fight. It was a good sign, showing the world that his daughter was still important; but even so, it might not have happened if the queen just hadn’t said anything.
Or if she just hadn’t said it to Wolsey.
The word was that the Queen had complained about the elevation to Wolsey, worse she had insulted him; and to insult Wolsey was to insult the King. It was stupid, even he knew it, and he was Wolsey’s secretary. Personally, he didn’t like Wolsey; it wasn’t how high he had climbed it was the way he acted towards everyone else. It got on Edmund’s nerves how he thought himself so far above everyone, but he knew that to make him angry was a very bad idea. The talk around court was after all that the Duke of Buckingham had lost his head, not because he had risen up against the king, but because he had spilled, water on the Cardinal’s clothes and insulted him. And now he convinced the king to send his only daughter far away, just to hurt the queen; several of her ladies, probably her closest friends, was being sent away as well (married off but the point was still there). Thankfully, Susan was not among them, but being just thirteen the Cardinal had probably not thought her important enough.
However, that wasn’t even the worse of it.
If it had been just that the Queen would still be in high regard, but in the king’s eyes she was in some sort of disgrace. Charles the Emperor had jilted their daughter and decided that marrying the princess of Portugal was more beneficial. How this was the queen’s fault he wasn’t so sure of, yes he was her nephew, but it was not like she had any control over him. In fact, she was probably just as hurt, if not more so, then the king; and yet he chose to blame her. Susan had defended her, yesterday when they had all been in his chamber, but Susan always defended her. Though she was right of course, the queen had no control over the situation, and she just wanted what was best for her daughter, which was her duty. Peter had not agreed that on its own hadn’t been so weird; he was looking at everything from a different perspective, from the king’s point of view.
But then Peter had told her she should just stay out of it since it had nothing to do with her.
(Admittedly when he thought about it later Peter had probably meant that it had nothing to do with her because she wasn’t the queen, and that she shouldn’t call attention to herself, just in case she should forget that. However, it sounded like he was telling her she was stupid, that she should stay out of it because she was a woman.)
He hadn’t been able to control his temper and what had started as a simple fight turned into a fist fight; it wasn’t just what he said or how he said it. It was how he was acting; only thinking about being close to the king, not paying any attention to the consequences. He didn’t like it and he just wanted to knock some sense into her. OF course with their luck their father arrived just as they were fighting and gave them the lecture of a lifetime, reminding them that if they did it again he’d send them home and never let them come back.
Peter hadn’t even looked at him, and for the first time since they defeated the white whom Edmund felt as distant from Peter as he had before Narnia.
****
Mary had cried when her governess had told her what happened.
She had cried and cried, so much that the governess had to send everyone else away, for fear that someone would see her like this. Lucy had tried to console her, but she had been pretty down herself; it wasn’t just Mary that was going away, she as the Princess’s companion was going to. Which meant that for the first time she would be separated from her siblings, she would be thousands of miles away from Susan and there was nothing she could do about it; the king commanded it and she had to obey. She didn’t like it; she wanted to go back to her original home, to the place where being separated was so impossible she never even contemplated it. However, she couldn’t go back, and they had to accept and look forward to the adventures that lay ahead.
‘At least you won’t be alone; I will be with you. And you’ll see we’ll be back before you know it, with all of your lessons you won’t even notice how much time has passed.’
‘Do you think we’ll be there long?’
‘Probably not, the king just wants to prove you’re still his heir. That you are important, when he does that he’ll send for you. He loves you, and he likes having you close; he won’t send you away for long. I’m sure of it.’
It helped; Lucy wasn’t sure if Mary believed anything of what she said (truthfully she didn’t believe it herself), but she calmed down. By the time the Queen came to her chambers to spend some time together, her tears had dried, and she was the composed princess once again. Lucy left them alone, normally she stayed but just like everyone else she thought they should be allowed to be alone for a little while; besides she wanted to spend some time with Susan.
The worst was the goodbye the next day.
Nobody cried, nobody else even said anything; the queen was calm and composed, you would never be able to tell her heart was breaking. IT was doing a world of good because thanks to that Mary were also very calm, hurt and sad that she was saying goodbye to her mother, but calm, and it was all they could ask for.
‘Listen to me Lucy, everything will be alright. I know you don’t want to go, but you belong with the princess and remember wherever you are Aslan is always with you.’
‘I’m going to miss you.’ Susan pulled her close and held her in a hug for a few moments, before Lucy and Mary both got into the carriage and rode away.
Susan stood next to the Queen still watching the road long after the carriage had disappeared.
****
There was no time for grieve in the Queens live.
There was always something to do, someone to receive or the king to dine with; there was always something. She would be able to think about her daughter and cry later, when nobody was around to see. However, now she had to be strong and welcome her new ladies, since so many of her old ones had been dismissed. They were beautiful, of course they were beautiful all the new ladies at court was; sometimes she thought the queen did it to herself, surrounding herself with so many beautiful ladies. Anne Boleyn wasn’t the most beautiful among them, but there was something about her; Susan thinks it was her eyes, something so intense, so compelling. Susan thought she might like her; she looked smart and might want to talk to her; but that would be later, first Anne had to learn her place in the world. She reminded Susan of someone, but she couldn’t figure out whom; perhaps she had seen her before today.
Later she heard from the others that Anne had been at court before, though it had been long before her time.
They said she had been with the Princess Mary, the king’s sister, when she had left for France to become queen, and that she had returned not so long ago. She had fallen in love with the Earl of Northumberland, and they had married, or at least they had wanted to marry; but the Cardinal had decided that she wasn’t good enough for him and separated them. Susan felt sorry for her, to lose the one you love because everyone thought you weren’t good enough. Still, there was something about her; you’d never be able to tell she was heartbroken: and perhaps she wasn’t, perhaps she had gotten over it, perhaps she had found someone new. Still she attracted attention, just knew from France and Mary Boleyn’s little sister, though from what she heard with more virtue.
The Queen was putting together a pageant, and since Anne could dance she thought nothing of giving her a place.
Susan too would be dancing in it and so would the King’s sister.
June 15, 1525
The dance was beautiful.
Peter had to admit that the King had a good taste, in both sports and dances, and he wasn’t a bad dancer; he, Peter, was not a part of the show, but he didn’t really mind. He had never been a good dancer and no matter what he didn’t want to be in the spotlight making a fool of him, his time would come; he was sure of it. Susan looked beautiful, despite her young age, and she was a graceful dancer (not like Lucy but good enough), but thankfully, she was too young for everyone to truly pay attention to her. However, it wouldn’t be the same in a few years, and he knew how beautiful she would be then, even the king might notice her; Susan might say no, she was like that she would definitely say no, but their father would not let her. In that moment, Peter noticed; the king was more taken with the girl he was dancing with. He asked around, trying to find out who she was; so that if the king she asks he would have the answers, and the king might notice him. The king never asked, he had the duke of Suffolk find out everything about her instead.
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