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[thunyielding]

Though Hatfield had been her sanctuary, Hever Castle had been her haven. As a girl she would dream of the building itself being the very idea of splendid intimacies woven into sweet meats and generous attentions. Whilst at Hatfield she was the Gloriana, the Princess and heir to the country. At Hever, under the nourishment of a Boleyn eye, she was a precious niece. And so, she could not help but favour them, her arms extended for their company, her kiss honest and sweet compared to ones manufactured to be anything but. 

“You must tell her how tall I sit,” she cheered, laughing a little over the dream of the situation, as if she had waited her entire life to sit upon that throne of Olde. But, her merriment wavered with the tilt of her mouth, the truth that was to come undone teetering on the edge — she could trust Jane Boleyn, could she not? She could whisper the news from Florence, or the missives sent from Dover. That the Queen Mary was due to make a return on English soil? Elizabeth hesitated for just a moment before leaning into Jane’s intimacy, her eyes flared with importance. “My dear Aunt, you are of my kin, the mother of my dearest cousin… I cannot help but wonder if now is the time where all shall change, that from here henceforth England enters a new age….” With the room splintering into different groups, her own Ladies fluttering around them as a veil to anyone else, Elizabeth drew herself closer, her eyes sparkling with intrigue. “They say that my illegitimate brother lives, the Seymour’s son.” @jancboleyn

[thunyielding]

Though Jane Boleyn was not a blood relation, she was the mother of her dearest cousins and sister-in-law to her most beloved mother. And so by proxy, and that of the love Jane had for her own, she invited her aunt by marriage into her counsel, allowing Jane to then be witnesses to this first touch of ornate power. Of course, she was only a Regent, but this was to be the first step toward the fictitious whispers of anarchy — however, if Elizabeth was to gain some support in her climb to the throne with legality and steadfast alliances, then one must start at home. Extending her love and support to her mother’s family, Elizabeth knew that the first matter was to embolden the Boleyn household, to arrange some promise to her greatest friend, her cousin and Jane's son, Richard. 

As Jane entered, Elizabeth rose to her feet in an act of intimacy, wishing away the act of etiquette with one swift of her hand before she extended her arms towards Jane. “I cannot thank you enough for your support, Lady Boleyn. God himself knows how I treasure my mother’s kin, and how I always shall,” she confessed, offering a seat by the window that overlooked the gardens, sitting with her aunt as the court re-arranged to once more sit lower than the Lady Regent. “I am well, I am as well as I can be. All that glitters is gold and I admit that this chance of ascension seems to fit my nature, do you not think that I have done well?” She asked, before taking her hands into her lap, the tremor of her broken heart yearning to expel itself, before the Princess forced it back. “I do miss my mother, however, though she will be glad to learn that I have had you by my side in her stead. You must miss Richard, as I do…”

status  :  closed  for  @thunyielding​ location  :  hampton  court  palace. description  :   jane  seeking  the  company  of  and  to  offer  support  to  her  beloved  niece.

        in the absence of the king and his boleyn entourage hampton court palace felt to have transformed into something of a lion’s den, leaving jane and the princess elizabeth to stand firm in defiance of it all. to represent the boleyn line which occupied the crown. in the absence of her king, the queen she had served for more years than she had not as well as her husband and children it was most natural that jane should seek out her remaining kin in her beloved niece. whilst there was little to no doubt that elizabeth - being ever her mother’s daughter - could hold the court on her own, jane believed fiercely in the power of allies and, perhaps most importantly, of family and it was that belief which carried her step by step to the princess’ private chambers.

after awaiting her introduction, jane walked in with the familiarity of kin but curtsied before elizabeth with the grace of a loyal subject.  “  your royal highness,  ”  she began as she rose back into a straightened posture, carrying the poise of a seasoned courtier of many years, smiling towards her niece with the same fondness she had always held for her. there was a meeting of the two that went by where jane could not still see her as a babe or as the young girl she once was, wobbling across her mother’s chambers as she had recently began to walk. it was a bittersweet thing, having the blessing of seeing her bloom into the young woman she was today whilst feeling her own youth slip away all too quickly.  “  in the absence of her majesty, the queen, i thought i would offer my company and guidance to you whenever you should seek it. your mother and brother shall return in no time i am sure but i believe that court can become a lonely place without the right people��� though i admit i was originally saddened to remain whilst our family departed for dover, i feel most blessed to witness you reside here in your independence. how do you find being here at your court?   ”

[richardofrochford]

HOUSE OF BOLEYN | Family Tree

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[johnseymour]

"Yes, I think we must hope for it," John agreed, his entire being subdued; even more than it so often was. The events of the day had drained and vexed him, and he also had no eagerness to let the Countess delve too deeply into his thoughts. But in the moment, there was a vulnerability, all masks slipped just slightly in the face of mortality.

"Fearsome, yes," he nodded, thoughtful as he took a deep breath in, hoping fresh air might cleanse his mind and spirit. "But I confess I know much of it, from a distance, and even then it does not help." There was no doubt that she knew this - the death of his father hanging most obviously of all over his head, as it had happened on this very ground. Swallowing a sudden churning of nausea, he looked back to Jane. "Do you need assistance in returning to court? Or wherever you may be headed? To linger in this place is too heavy a weight to bear for long."

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John himself felt a certain numbness overtake him, the nauseated feeling in the pit of his stomach one that he had to try his best not to expose. His mind roiled, and he, much like the Countess, stood equally shocked as the pools of blood that still stained the block upon the scaffold. There was no denying that it was a haunting visage of both past and an omen for the future, which the Earl was finally forced to tear his eyes away from.

They found Jane Boleyn, and though the thoughts of someone so close to the throne were something he had no desire to hear, he moved into an instinctive attempt to offer the lady some comfort that was for him as much as it was her. “The Lord still heard them, surely,” he offered, his voice quiet. “He must. Is it not his lot to hear everything, and grant forgiveness to those who sincerely ask for it?”

        with  each  swing  of  the  axe  came  the  same  weight  upon  one’s  heart  for  to  witness  death  cut  away  the  light  of  many  days  was  never  an  easy  thing  regardless of  who  might  have  been  the  poor  lost  soul.  jane  believed  the  safety  of  her  nephew  to  be  paramount,  without  a  single  doubt,  and  yet  a  piece  of  her  felt  for  the  humanity  of  those  men.  for  their  damned  souls.  beneath  every  choice  -  good  or  bad,  right  or  wrong  -  there  was  a  person  who  was,  in  one  way  or  another,  loved.  too  often  had  it  almost  been  one  of  her  own  loves  upon  that  block  and  she  felt  this  day  to  be  a  reminder  of  how  easily  that  could  be  again.

“  is  it  all  we  can  hope  for,  is  it  not?  ”  jane  pondered  as  her  attention  turned  upon  earl  hertford,  a  solemn  nod  in  greeting  as  there  were  no  words  that  felt  appropriate  at  such  an  occasion.  “  that  no  matter  what  our  choices  in  this  life  we  shall  face  fair  judgement  in  the  next?  and  yet  death  is  such  a  fearsome  thing.  “

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[richardofrochford]

If there was but one woman in the world who would capture Richard Boleyn's heart, it must surely be his mother. The other women of his family were well-loved by the Viscount, but there was no denying how much he adored his mother, indulged by her gentleness toward him. He wished to make her happy above all, even moreso at times than he desired to earn his father's pride.

Even if she had not asked for him, he would likely have come anyway. Despite his age, one never outgrew a comfort taken in their mother's embrace, and he longed to tell her everything that he could, and hear from her what had happened while he was away. Immediately he embraced her, leaning down with one arm tight around her shoulders.

"It is always nice to be missed," he teased, taking her by the hand so that they might sit by the hearth of her rooms. "The travels went quite well. I would consider it a great success, if the continued visitation of the Spanish is anything to go by. It went faster than a progress, at least, since there were hardly as many people. I gave His Majesty what assistance I could and found time for my own pleasures as well." He smirked a little then, but was nonetheless warm with her. "And you, my dearest mother? What excitement have you mice enjoyed while the cats were away? I certainly hope you did not find yourself lonely for a moment."

status  :  closed  for  @richardofrochford location  :  hampton  court  palace. description  :   after his return from over jane seeks a reunion with her beloved son before the pageantry begins.

the bond between a mother and her son changed form many times over the course of their lives and yet remained consistent in strength in spite of time and distance. jane could still recall the days of solitude spent during her confinement, brushing delicate fingertips upon the stretched skin of her bump as she filled the air with silent wishes for her babe's future. in the days after richard came bellowing into the world she cradled him with such care and adoration, feeling as though she had known him a lifetime as she held her entire world in her arms and enjoyed their time alone before he would begin to walk, to talk and to one day belong to the court as they all did. now richard was a grown man, one who was every inch the man she had wished he would become those many years ago, and he was the pride and joy of her life.

though he was no longer a young boy who could get lost in her skirts the pain of knowing he had endured the journey to dover and all that transpired there was no less agonising, especially as she watched him depart knowing that she had no choice but to remain. the tudor court was a challenging place a best, one those who bore the boleyn name had captured and mastered with ease, and yet she cared less to observe what would transpire in the kind's absence and more to embrace her son once more. having called for him the moment he had returned and rested from the journey, the countess paced her chambers in eagerness and was so lost in her thoughts that the opening of the door startled her for a moment. with little care to express her fright or any vocal greetings, the mother crossed the floor and wrapped her arms around richard in the firmest embrace; melting into the feeling of holding her boy again with a silent prayer that the feeling would return to her time and time again for many years to come. " oh my son, welcome home! you must tell me of your travels but first come and sit with me, your mother is wearing from missing her dear boy. "

[johnseymour]

John himself felt a certain numbness overtake him, the nauseated feeling in the pit of his stomach one that he had to try his best not to expose. His mind roiled, and he, much like the Countess, stood equally shocked as the pools of blood that still stained the block upon the scaffold. There was no denying that it was a haunting visage of both past and an omen for the future, which the Earl was finally forced to tear his eyes away from.

They found Jane Boleyn, and though the thoughts of someone so close to the throne were something he had no desire to hear, he moved into an instinctive attempt to offer the lady some comfort that was for him as much as it was her. "The Lord still heard them, surely," he offered, his voice quiet. "He must. Is it not his lot to hear everything, and grant forgiveness to those who sincerely ask for it?"

status  :  open. location  :  the  tower. description  :   standing  upon  tower  green  after  the  executions  of  three  men.

        sitting  at  its  colossus  height  upon  the  thames,  the  white  tower  looked  down  upon  the  people  of  london  as  though  it  observed  its  own  kingdom  and  today  it  witnessed  the  deaths  of  three  of  its  disloyal  subjects.  the  tower  was  once  a  place  of  safety  and  warmth  for  the  king  and  his  court  and  yet,  as  jane  boleyn  turned  her  dark  gaze  skyward,  it  felt  as  though  the  walls  might  imprison  them  all  one  day.  herself  included,  she  feared.  the  onion  domes  atop  the  turrets of the white  tower  -  a  coronation  gift  from  the  late  king  to  her  own  dear  sister  -  dominated  the  view  and  casted  a  heavy  shadow  upon  all  below  in  the  morning  light,  making  it  clear  for  her  to  see  as  she  stood  with  her  back  towards  the  scaffold  which  had  earlier  staged  thrice  the  theft  of  life.

though  the  blood  had  not  yet  been  cleaned  and  the  block  remained  in  position,  many  of  the  noble  spectators  had  began  to  attempt  a  return  to  normality  and  join  the  king  for  breakfast  but  the  countess  had  not  moved.  since  the  final  swing  of  an  axe  her  only  movement  had  been  to  turn  away,  casting  her  gaze  upwards  to  view  what  might  have  been  the  final  sight  for  the  guiltily  departed.  “  it  is  poetic  -  our  former  fellow  courtiers might  have  looked  to  the  heavens  in  search  for  divine  comfort  in  their  final  moments  only  to  look  upon  a  reminder  of  our  king’s  might.  ”  boleyn  might  at  that.