#am on a roll with these shortish starters for you omg

[thdilettante]

Before the throws of the court, before the grand spectacle that came with this pageant of merry faces doomed to sow stories all of their own, Thomas sat at the table with his wife in a public display of familial grandeur. With William and Elizabeth also playing their part as deities that could very well blind the entire court with their grandeur, Thomas felt quite content. If only, one inkling thought nagged at him, he could’ve been reunited with his one living son, but that was for another day — one of which was not soaked in the giddy glee of the royal court. With William’s return, and no cause for worry, Thomas played the part of gratuitous host and humble consort, his hand yet carved over Anne’s beneath the table as not to annoy the Princess, whom he had not quite had warm over him despite his many, uncalled for efforts. 

Leaning into his wife’s side, he whispered, his hand then shifting to her garment and the peacock feathers that had been plucked from the bird in order to signify the Queen of the Gods. “Your ghosts sculpt mine memories, I am all that I was during your captivity. You persist, you greedily accumulate… With each name, I step back, I invoke you and I return,” he whispered, it being some snippet he had read, though would probably claim as his own. “Your children look magnificent, my love. A beloved family with adored subjects. You must feel such pride, dearest Hera.” @semperanneboleyn