Big Bang Fic: Between Golden Worlds, Chapter 11
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 11
January 7, 1536
She was dead, the women who had mothered her, was dead.
Catherine of Aragon had finally succumbed to her awful trials and lost her life, and she could do nothing but pretend she was happy. When Anne Boleyn had been told she smiled, and afterwards, she told everyone that now everything would be alright, she was now the only queen of this country, and the people would have to accept him. She hadn’t said anything, smart enough she was to hold her tongue, but one the first change, she had run to a church and fallen on her knees.
She hadn’t cried, making sure that nobody paid attention to her.
She begged Aslan to care for the woman who had loved her so much, she begged Aslan to take her and show her the beautiful country of Narnia. She stayed there for hours, and after a while she could feel him, feel the love Aslan felt for her and she felt calm; it was almost as if he was sitting next to her, comforting her in her grief, and she knew no matter what came next she could never forget that feeling. Never forget that her queen had had so much faith in God and while she did not believe the way, she did, she did believe in Aslan, and she would believe in Narnia forever.
Later, she dressed in the yellow dress the queen laid out for her and pretended to be happy.
She was sure she wasn't the only one.
***
Lucy heard it in the kitchens.
She was sure some of the ladies were saying it out loud to hurt Mary, but some of them were doing it so that she would hear it; to make sure that somebody who loved the girl would tell her. She ran up the stairs and knocked on her door, entering without waiting for her to give permission to enter. Normally, she did, being one of the only ones who treated her with respect; but this was too important. She told her best friend to sit down and then sat down beside her, holding her hands she told her that her beloved mother was death. That she had died of an unknown illness, and that she had decreed that all of her stuff was to be given to her only child.
Mary cried; it was the first time in years, she saw her cry.
Later, Mary would ask more questions, but today she did not, Lucy though that the worst thing the king had done was not allow Mary to see her mother one more time before she died.
She didn’t think Mary would ever forgive him.
January 8, 1536
Everyone was dressed in yellow celebrating.
He wasn’t so sure if it was good to celebrate the death of a woman who had meant so much to this country, but he never said a word. Fitzroy, despite not liking the new queen, danced with everyone else. He carried Elizabeth and danced with her around the court, to the delight of his father. Never once did he mention the other sister, the one who was probably mourning her mother, the one who had reached out the boy when he was younger. He thought of her; Peter was sure of it, but he did not say it out loud.
And Elizabeth, poor little Elizabeth did not truly understand what was happening.
Edmund was appalled by it, but he had been angry since More had died; their relationship had hit a a turning point when he had made the mistake of telling his little brother that it was all More’s fault. He truly believed it was, and he probably could have convinced his younger brother, but he probably could have chosen a better moment to say it. Given his brother some time to accept the death of a man he loved and now their relationship was irreversibly damaged, nothing could repair it.
Susan dressed in yellow and smiling looked beautiful and obviously on the king’s side.
She had the right state of mind.
January 24, 1536
The king fell from his horse.
On its own this could mean nothing; it was not the first time it happened; however, the king had taken a bad fall, and that was worse. The whole court was in uproar. While the duke of Suffolk sat beside his closest friend, Cromwell was attempting to look forward. It would be horrible; it would be a disaster everyone knew it; the only heir the king had was a small girl, who did not have as much pull as her older sister, and an unborn child, which could admittedly be a son. However, they had a mother who was not loved by the people, in fact, they hated her, and so did the majority of the court.
Edmund suspected that if the king died and Elizabeth was declared queen, they’d last maybe a month.
So he prayed, prayed that the king would survive; because what would follow would most likely be civil war, and none of them would survive that. The king, thankfully, survived and he did not seem to be worse off for it; though he was weak for a few days. The point, however, had been made and for the first time he had felt his own mortality, had known how bad everything could turn. And he knew he needed now, more than ever needed a male heir.
Which is probably why, when the queen lost her child a few days later, he was so angry.
***
She’d been there for both events.
It was the duke of Norfolk who walked in and calmly told his niece what had happened, but no matter how calm anyone would have told her she would always have reacted in the same way. After all this was the man she loved, the father of her child; she would not want him that. However, Susan suspected that a part of her anguish was also out of complete fear, for without the king, she was an easy target; without his protection, anyone could do what they wanted with her. Her daughter would be called queen, at least if her unborn child did not turn out to be a boy, but it wouldn’t last. A toddler on the throne? A queen whom nobody loved? And a girl, of the right age, who was loved by the people? They wouldn’t last, especially not if the emperor of Spain backed his niece’s claim.
Thankfully, their prayers were answered, and the king survived.
But the damage was probably already done, the anguish, the fear, the pain; all of them contributed to what happened next. But still, she might not have lost her child, her savior, if she had not chosen that moment to visit her husband. Susan too had seen them, and though she agreed with Edmund later that the queen should have kept her cool and just left, for the baby’s sake if nothing else, but she had to admit that for a woman who loved her husband that sight, of Jane Seymour and the king, could not have done her any good. So she screamed, screamed and cried, and the king had her brought to her chambers, and later they heard her scream again. That scream, however, was heartbreaking and Susan would never be able to forget it, the sound of it tore at her heart. They found her sitting on her bed, blood flowing between her legs; and her child, her savior, slipping away from her.
The king hadn’t screamed at her, but Susan thought that might almost have been better.
His words instead were cold as ice and Susan saw the cold prediction in them.
‘But I have seen that God will not grand me any male children.’
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 11
January 7, 1536
She was dead, the women who had mothered her, was dead.
Catherine of Aragon had finally succumbed to her awful trials and lost her life, and she could do nothing but pretend she was happy. When Anne Boleyn had been told she smiled, and afterwards, she told everyone that now everything would be alright, she was now the only queen of this country, and the people would have to accept him. She hadn’t said anything, smart enough she was to hold her tongue, but one the first change, she had run to a church and fallen on her knees.
She hadn’t cried, making sure that nobody paid attention to her.
She begged Aslan to care for the woman who had loved her so much, she begged Aslan to take her and show her the beautiful country of Narnia. She stayed there for hours, and after a while she could feel him, feel the love Aslan felt for her and she felt calm; it was almost as if he was sitting next to her, comforting her in her grief, and she knew no matter what came next she could never forget that feeling. Never forget that her queen had had so much faith in God and while she did not believe the way, she did, she did believe in Aslan, and she would believe in Narnia forever.
Later, she dressed in the yellow dress the queen laid out for her and pretended to be happy.
She was sure she wasn't the only one.
***
Lucy heard it in the kitchens.
She was sure some of the ladies were saying it out loud to hurt Mary, but some of them were doing it so that she would hear it; to make sure that somebody who loved the girl would tell her. She ran up the stairs and knocked on her door, entering without waiting for her to give permission to enter. Normally, she did, being one of the only ones who treated her with respect; but this was too important. She told her best friend to sit down and then sat down beside her, holding her hands she told her that her beloved mother was death. That she had died of an unknown illness, and that she had decreed that all of her stuff was to be given to her only child.
Mary cried; it was the first time in years, she saw her cry.
Later, Mary would ask more questions, but today she did not, Lucy though that the worst thing the king had done was not allow Mary to see her mother one more time before she died.
She didn’t think Mary would ever forgive him.
January 8, 1536
Everyone was dressed in yellow celebrating.
He wasn’t so sure if it was good to celebrate the death of a woman who had meant so much to this country, but he never said a word. Fitzroy, despite not liking the new queen, danced with everyone else. He carried Elizabeth and danced with her around the court, to the delight of his father. Never once did he mention the other sister, the one who was probably mourning her mother, the one who had reached out the boy when he was younger. He thought of her; Peter was sure of it, but he did not say it out loud.
And Elizabeth, poor little Elizabeth did not truly understand what was happening.
Edmund was appalled by it, but he had been angry since More had died; their relationship had hit a a turning point when he had made the mistake of telling his little brother that it was all More’s fault. He truly believed it was, and he probably could have convinced his younger brother, but he probably could have chosen a better moment to say it. Given his brother some time to accept the death of a man he loved and now their relationship was irreversibly damaged, nothing could repair it.
Susan dressed in yellow and smiling looked beautiful and obviously on the king’s side.
She had the right state of mind.
January 24, 1536
The king fell from his horse.
On its own this could mean nothing; it was not the first time it happened; however, the king had taken a bad fall, and that was worse. The whole court was in uproar. While the duke of Suffolk sat beside his closest friend, Cromwell was attempting to look forward. It would be horrible; it would be a disaster everyone knew it; the only heir the king had was a small girl, who did not have as much pull as her older sister, and an unborn child, which could admittedly be a son. However, they had a mother who was not loved by the people, in fact, they hated her, and so did the majority of the court.
Edmund suspected that if the king died and Elizabeth was declared queen, they’d last maybe a month.
So he prayed, prayed that the king would survive; because what would follow would most likely be civil war, and none of them would survive that. The king, thankfully, survived and he did not seem to be worse off for it; though he was weak for a few days. The point, however, had been made and for the first time he had felt his own mortality, had known how bad everything could turn. And he knew he needed now, more than ever needed a male heir.
Which is probably why, when the queen lost her child a few days later, he was so angry.
***
She’d been there for both events.
It was the duke of Norfolk who walked in and calmly told his niece what had happened, but no matter how calm anyone would have told her she would always have reacted in the same way. After all this was the man she loved, the father of her child; she would not want him that. However, Susan suspected that a part of her anguish was also out of complete fear, for without the king, she was an easy target; without his protection, anyone could do what they wanted with her. Her daughter would be called queen, at least if her unborn child did not turn out to be a boy, but it wouldn’t last. A toddler on the throne? A queen whom nobody loved? And a girl, of the right age, who was loved by the people? They wouldn’t last, especially not if the emperor of Spain backed his niece’s claim.
Thankfully, their prayers were answered, and the king survived.
But the damage was probably already done, the anguish, the fear, the pain; all of them contributed to what happened next. But still, she might not have lost her child, her savior, if she had not chosen that moment to visit her husband. Susan too had seen them, and though she agreed with Edmund later that the queen should have kept her cool and just left, for the baby’s sake if nothing else, but she had to admit that for a woman who loved her husband that sight, of Jane Seymour and the king, could not have done her any good. So she screamed, screamed and cried, and the king had her brought to her chambers, and later they heard her scream again. That scream, however, was heartbreaking and Susan would never be able to forget it, the sound of it tore at her heart. They found her sitting on her bed, blood flowing between her legs; and her child, her savior, slipping away from her.
The king hadn’t screamed at her, but Susan thought that might almost have been better.
His words instead were cold as ice and Susan saw the cold prediction in them.
‘But I have seen that God will not grand me any male children.’
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