Chapter 36: Desperation Sensation
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Chapter 36: Desperation Sensation
June, 1548
June, 1548
Mary had never been sure what to make of Edward Seymour, or the Seymours in general. Jane Seymour had been a kind lady, and someone who had thawed her father’s cold heart. Her brothers however, had been a different sort of person. Edward had wanted the power that had come from his nephew and her brother King Edward being King. That had proven short-lived, and now he was here before her. He was her eyes in the regency council, and at court. An alliance she had never thought she would make, and yet here they were. She looked at him and waited for him to speak.
Sure, enough he did, he did like the sound of his own voice. “My lady, with Catherine Howard and her husband living in exile on her dower lands, the council has moved away from her policy of peace and toward a more belligerent policy. This is exactly what we need. It will allow Norfolk to exercise his intellect and perhaps be thrown down on his own sword.”
Mary raised an eyebrow. “Norfolk and his family are adept at playing the game, Your Grace. They did not fall with Catherine Howard, and she was not punished either. She had the blessing of the Queen, my sister, therefore, I do not think you are right in your assessment.” She hated Catherine Howard, but she did not hate the Howards, there was a difference.
“My lady, Norfolk is old, his son is a fool, and his nephews are all idiots. They are all smarting from the Queen Dowager’s foolishness and Culpepper’s arrogance. Combined with the defeat of the rebels in Scotland and their policy is in tatters. Now is the moment to strike.” Seymour replied.
“Strike?” Mary asked surprised. “What do you mean strike?”
“I mean that you must now think about what is in your interest.” Seymour said his eyes widening as he spoke. “Things are leaning against the Howards. The regency and the court are all looking to see how that old man handles things, but they are not optimistic. He is old, his son a fool, and his niece has humiliated the Queen. There are even some who are whispering about the legitimacy of the Queen, given her mother’s behaviour. Now is the right time to begin preparing for your own ascension.”
Mary looked at the man, her heart thumping. What he said was treason, but the way he said it played on her darkest most secret desires. She wanted what she considered hers, but she had recognised her father’s marriage to the Howard girl, and Eleanor was but a girl. “You are speaking treason, my lord Somerset.” She said.
“Is it treason if there is proof that the Queen is not really the Queen?” Somerset fired back.
“What proof do you have?” Mary asked. She did not believe that the man had proof, but she would not challenge him right now, she would hear what he had to say.
“I have ladies in waiting to the Queen Dowager who have confirmed that she was seeing Culpepper even whilst the King was alive, and that around the time she got pregnant with the Queen, she had been spending more and more time with Culpepper. The two of them have always been close, my lady, it would not be that much of a surprise.” Seymour said.
“And when did you come about this information?” Mary asked.
“Shortly after I learned about the marriage between the Queen Dowager and Culpepper, my lady. One of the Queen Dowager’s ladies in waiting came to me, and then more came.” Seymour said.
Mary thought on this for a moment and then said. “It is likely a trap. It is obvious you do not like the Queen Dowager, Your Grace. She is smart, she likely would’ve sent these people out there to ensnare you.”
“Four ladies in waiting? I think not. She is bold, yes, but not that bold.” Seymour replied.
“I am not sure. It seems too convenient.” Mary said. “I would not pursue it.”
Seymour deflated then. “So, what will you do? Allow yourself to be legitimised and put behind a girl who might not even be the rightful Queen? Shipped off to Spain to marry a double chinned wonder?”
Mary bristled at that, she had seen portraits of Prince Philip, and he was handsome, in his own way, and powerful. “I will do my duty.”
“Your duty? What of your duty to England?” Seymour demanded. “Rise up and half the realm will as well.”
“And they will bleed, marrying Prince Philip is my duty to England.” Mary replied. “To keep the peace.”