Big Bang Fic: Between Golden Worlds, Chapter 12
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 12
May 19, 1536
Everything had changed over the last few weeks.
Despite not being at court, and not having anything to do since the princess - she had to remind herself constantly to call her that, she did not want to lose her position after all, only Mary could get away with it, and only to a degree - Elizabeth was at court. But despite all of that they still knew what was going on. Though over the last few years nobody had been able to visit Mary, lately Chapuys has been allowed to visit her and write her letters; and he wasn’t the only one, noticing the change in the king’s demeanor many courtiers started writing to Mary. She did not acknowledge those letters, should the king suddenly change his mid again she did not want her new friends to suffer the consequences, but she loved them. Since everyone believed that Anne would soon lose her place, and Mary would regain hers nobody said anything when Lucy started caring for her, the same way she had before.
Then the news came that the queen had lost her child.
Lucy thought it was only just, that a woman who had hurt her friend so much should suffer the way Catherine had suffered, should watch as her daughter lost her place. She did not blame the little girl, and she knew that Mary would care for her, but as she believed that Mary was the princess and Anne had ousted her from her place it would only be right to restore her. Then Mary, who had always been weak of complexion, fell ill and when Chapuys arrived, he came with the king’s own physician. The man wrote to the king to tell him that the girl should be removed, and the king removed her and gave her own household, but when Mary asked for Lucy to come with her, the king sent her home.
Lucy suspected that despite everything the king was still trying to make a point.
****
The arrests came as a surprise.
Peter did not see it coming; he suspected a divorce even an annulment, but a trial? A queen charged with high treason? Sentenced to death? That was something that had never happened before, something that had no precedent. But the king had her arrested and there was proof, so everyone assumed she had done it; Peter had gone to the trial, at FitzRoy’s request, who truly believed the women was guilty. Peter, who heard all the evidence, wasn’t so sure; and everyone else who was there seemed to think it as well. But the evidence wasn’t conclusive, he didn’t tell FitzRoy, and the king obviously wanted her to be guilty so it might be better if everyone believed it to be truth.
It was her own fault; she should have just given him a son.
Should have kept her mouth shut about everything that had happened, should have looked away when her husband (her king) cheated on her. Just like his wife did when he found some willing girl, it was every man’s right after all. But the queen screamed and called attention, and the king could not have that, when she’d lost her baby, who was the end of her. He had not expected this, but he could not feel sorry for her; she should have just gone quietly.
He went to the execution and watched in silence.
***
She’d spend the last few days by her queen’s side.
It was strange but somehow at the end of it all they resembled each other the most, and it was afterwards what she would remember the most about them. How, no matter how they had lived, at the end of their lives, they were strong, beautiful and more like a queen then they had ever been before. And that moment, before she died; her head held high on the scaffold that was the moment, she would remember the most about Queen Anne. Like Catherine, standing at the window, she radiated strength, and she looked like the queen the people had always proclaimed she hadn’t been.
She’d never really loved Anne, but now she wished she had cared more.
She watched, tears silently falling down her cheeks, as Anne finished her strong speech (never breathing a word against the king, Susan wasn’t sure if she could have held her tongue) and made herself ready. Then she sank down on her knees and started to pray, and Susan watched as everyone around them fell to their knees, in the crowd Edmund suddenly stood out as he was one of the last to fall on his knees, she suspected he’d done it on purpose, to make sure she saw him. She saw Peter to, standing next to FitzRoy, both never went to their knees. She did and she watched as the executioner grabbed a hold of the sword and swung.
She didn’t close eyes in time and never managed to forget the moment her head came off.
She would have screamed, if she hadn’t been so shocked.
***
Susan was crying uncontrollably.
While Peter was agreeing with FitzRoy about the queen’s guilt and the fact that her execution was right, he somehow seemed to have missed their sister’s distress. He made it to her and whisked her away before anyone saw the tears, though he suspected it wouldn’t matter. No matter who saw they would all assume that she was crying because of the beheading itself, she was after all just a girl, vulnerable; nobody should have allowed her to watch it, she who had cared for her queen.
He convinced her husband he should send Susan to her children, and so she went.
He knew what she felt, the shock, the pain, the anger; he hoped that somehow Aslan could reach her as well. Edmund didn’t know if Anne Boleyn was not guilty or innocent nor did he truly care; he only cared for the sister with the broken heart. He fought with Peter that night, pointing out that his sister needed them, but Peter said that Susan didn’t matter since he had been standing beside FitzRoy, besides, he had seen Edmund had her.
Edmund had wondered what had happened to his brother the magnificent.
***
She held her young daughter close to her heart.
Still in shock over what she had seen, her husband told her it would all be alright; thankfully, nobody thought she was on Anne’s side; they all just thought she was a young girl who had seen something she should not have seen. All of her friends, all of her brother’s friends, pointed out to Cromwell that he should never have allowed such a young girl, with such a good heart, to see what she had seen; to live what she lived. She didn’t care; she couldn’t care; she sat there holding her child, too afraid to close her eyes.
She could not erase the image of the queen’s head lost somewhere in the sky.
That night, though she did not want to sleep, she lied in her bed and stared up at the ceiling; her husband had already returned to court and told her he would send for her in a few days when she felt better. She was to be a lady in waiting to the new Queen of England, Jane Seymour, and Susan swore she would never again get close to another queen; she did not want to walk the same path again, did not want to lose someone important to her again. Lucy, who thought Anne Boleyn, had gotten what she deserved, climbed in her bed and curled up close to her. She loved her sister, and she hated that she was so upset and Susan, who also had not cared for Anne, cried for the women who had lost so much and the child who had lost her mother.
She wondered who would end up telling Elizabeth that her father had murdered her mother. She wondered if they would have the guts to tell the little girl the man had her mother’s head cut off because she had not given him a son.
That night she dreamed of Narnia, of the fauns and the centaurs that danced around her, and Caspian who danced with them.
And she dreamed of Aslan, who allowed her to hug him and somehow made her feel like everything was alright again.
She felt safe and when she awoke that was what she tried to remember.
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 12
May 19, 1536
Everything had changed over the last few weeks.
Despite not being at court, and not having anything to do since the princess - she had to remind herself constantly to call her that, she did not want to lose her position after all, only Mary could get away with it, and only to a degree - Elizabeth was at court. But despite all of that they still knew what was going on. Though over the last few years nobody had been able to visit Mary, lately Chapuys has been allowed to visit her and write her letters; and he wasn’t the only one, noticing the change in the king’s demeanor many courtiers started writing to Mary. She did not acknowledge those letters, should the king suddenly change his mid again she did not want her new friends to suffer the consequences, but she loved them. Since everyone believed that Anne would soon lose her place, and Mary would regain hers nobody said anything when Lucy started caring for her, the same way she had before.
Then the news came that the queen had lost her child.
Lucy thought it was only just, that a woman who had hurt her friend so much should suffer the way Catherine had suffered, should watch as her daughter lost her place. She did not blame the little girl, and she knew that Mary would care for her, but as she believed that Mary was the princess and Anne had ousted her from her place it would only be right to restore her. Then Mary, who had always been weak of complexion, fell ill and when Chapuys arrived, he came with the king’s own physician. The man wrote to the king to tell him that the girl should be removed, and the king removed her and gave her own household, but when Mary asked for Lucy to come with her, the king sent her home.
Lucy suspected that despite everything the king was still trying to make a point.
****
The arrests came as a surprise.
Peter did not see it coming; he suspected a divorce even an annulment, but a trial? A queen charged with high treason? Sentenced to death? That was something that had never happened before, something that had no precedent. But the king had her arrested and there was proof, so everyone assumed she had done it; Peter had gone to the trial, at FitzRoy’s request, who truly believed the women was guilty. Peter, who heard all the evidence, wasn’t so sure; and everyone else who was there seemed to think it as well. But the evidence wasn’t conclusive, he didn’t tell FitzRoy, and the king obviously wanted her to be guilty so it might be better if everyone believed it to be truth.
It was her own fault; she should have just given him a son.
Should have kept her mouth shut about everything that had happened, should have looked away when her husband (her king) cheated on her. Just like his wife did when he found some willing girl, it was every man’s right after all. But the queen screamed and called attention, and the king could not have that, when she’d lost her baby, who was the end of her. He had not expected this, but he could not feel sorry for her; she should have just gone quietly.
He went to the execution and watched in silence.
***
She’d spend the last few days by her queen’s side.
It was strange but somehow at the end of it all they resembled each other the most, and it was afterwards what she would remember the most about them. How, no matter how they had lived, at the end of their lives, they were strong, beautiful and more like a queen then they had ever been before. And that moment, before she died; her head held high on the scaffold that was the moment, she would remember the most about Queen Anne. Like Catherine, standing at the window, she radiated strength, and she looked like the queen the people had always proclaimed she hadn’t been.
She’d never really loved Anne, but now she wished she had cared more.
She watched, tears silently falling down her cheeks, as Anne finished her strong speech (never breathing a word against the king, Susan wasn’t sure if she could have held her tongue) and made herself ready. Then she sank down on her knees and started to pray, and Susan watched as everyone around them fell to their knees, in the crowd Edmund suddenly stood out as he was one of the last to fall on his knees, she suspected he’d done it on purpose, to make sure she saw him. She saw Peter to, standing next to FitzRoy, both never went to their knees. She did and she watched as the executioner grabbed a hold of the sword and swung.
She didn’t close eyes in time and never managed to forget the moment her head came off.
She would have screamed, if she hadn’t been so shocked.
***
Susan was crying uncontrollably.
While Peter was agreeing with FitzRoy about the queen’s guilt and the fact that her execution was right, he somehow seemed to have missed their sister’s distress. He made it to her and whisked her away before anyone saw the tears, though he suspected it wouldn’t matter. No matter who saw they would all assume that she was crying because of the beheading itself, she was after all just a girl, vulnerable; nobody should have allowed her to watch it, she who had cared for her queen.
He convinced her husband he should send Susan to her children, and so she went.
He knew what she felt, the shock, the pain, the anger; he hoped that somehow Aslan could reach her as well. Edmund didn’t know if Anne Boleyn was not guilty or innocent nor did he truly care; he only cared for the sister with the broken heart. He fought with Peter that night, pointing out that his sister needed them, but Peter said that Susan didn’t matter since he had been standing beside FitzRoy, besides, he had seen Edmund had her.
Edmund had wondered what had happened to his brother the magnificent.
***
She held her young daughter close to her heart.
Still in shock over what she had seen, her husband told her it would all be alright; thankfully, nobody thought she was on Anne’s side; they all just thought she was a young girl who had seen something she should not have seen. All of her friends, all of her brother’s friends, pointed out to Cromwell that he should never have allowed such a young girl, with such a good heart, to see what she had seen; to live what she lived. She didn’t care; she couldn’t care; she sat there holding her child, too afraid to close her eyes.
She could not erase the image of the queen’s head lost somewhere in the sky.
That night, though she did not want to sleep, she lied in her bed and stared up at the ceiling; her husband had already returned to court and told her he would send for her in a few days when she felt better. She was to be a lady in waiting to the new Queen of England, Jane Seymour, and Susan swore she would never again get close to another queen; she did not want to walk the same path again, did not want to lose someone important to her again. Lucy, who thought Anne Boleyn, had gotten what she deserved, climbed in her bed and curled up close to her. She loved her sister, and she hated that she was so upset and Susan, who also had not cared for Anne, cried for the women who had lost so much and the child who had lost her mother.
She wondered who would end up telling Elizabeth that her father had murdered her mother. She wondered if they would have the guts to tell the little girl the man had her mother’s head cut off because she had not given him a son.
That night she dreamed of Narnia, of the fauns and the centaurs that danced around her, and Caspian who danced with them.
And she dreamed of Aslan, who allowed her to hug him and somehow made her feel like everything was alright again.
She felt safe and when she awoke that was what she tried to remember.
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