As I managed to sort out two new sections of this yesterday, have an early chapter... This is the last chapter of 1522, we move into 1523 in the next one
He shrugged, “Possibly. But you know what Henry’s like. The slightest thing could still drive him back into her arms. And I must say, she’s behaving well. Taking his philandering with dignity. Not letting him appear to get to her in public. In some ways, she reminds me of Katherine, and I never thought I’d say that.”
“No. But then, I never thought I’d say the way my brother treated her was despicable, but it is. She deserves better than to be shunted aside at the first hurdle they come across.”
“You’ve changed your tune,” Charles remarked, raising an eyebrow, “Two and a half years ago, you were throwing everything you could lay your hands on at me for helping him marry the girl. You swore you’d never respect her as your Queen.”
“Yes, well, she’s done her duty, hasn’t she? Twice over, in fact. It’s not her fault little William died. Has Henry even been told that the boy was smothered by that old harlot of his? Besides, I respect her for having reunited little Maria with her father. Not every woman would love another woman’s child as much as she clearly does Maria.”
“So what are you going to do?”
“I’m going to support her. I’m not going to openly intercede unless she asks me, but I will show her we’re still friends like we used to be. She’ll take me up on it. She has to; she needs all the support she can get at the moment.”
“You’re not going to give your brother a piece of your mind just yet then?”
“With his unpredictability? I should think not! I’d find myself in the Tower next to Bessie Blount! No, Charles, this requires careful handling. Careful handling and Marie’s full and knowing support.”
Mary sighed, then gave a slight tug on her husband’s hair as she rose, “Come to bed. I want to enjoy the fact that you at least know how to pretend fidelity whilst I’m here at Court.”
She strode into their bedroom and Charles, smiling wryly at her perception, followed suit.
Bridewell, December 1522
“So, Henry walks out on her at dinner, refuses to consult her about Lionel’s betrothal, spends all his time with the Irish chit and banishes her sister from Court. Does this mean Marie Boleyn’s hold on the King is slipping at last?” The Duchess of Suffolk mused, as she played with her husband’s hair.
He shrugged, “Possibly. But you know what Henry’s like. The slightest thing could still drive him back into her arms. And I must say, she’s behaving well. Taking his philandering with dignity. Not letting him appear to get to her in public. In some ways, she reminds me of Katherine, and I never thought I’d say that.”
“No. But then, I never thought I’d say the way my brother treated her was despicable, but it is. She deserves better than to be shunted aside at the first hurdle they come across.”
“You’ve changed your tune,” Charles remarked, raising an eyebrow, “Two and a half years ago, you were throwing everything you could lay your hands on at me for helping him marry the girl. You swore you’d never respect her as your Queen.”
“Yes, well, she’s done her duty, hasn’t she? Twice over, in fact. It’s not her fault little William died. Has Henry even been told that the boy was smothered by that old harlot of his? Besides, I respect her for having reunited little Maria with her father. Not every woman would love another woman’s child as much as she clearly does Maria.”
“So what are you going to do?”
“I’m going to support her. I’m not going to openly intercede unless she asks me, but I will show her we’re still friends like we used to be. She’ll take me up on it. She has to; she needs all the support she can get at the moment.”
“You’re not going to give your brother a piece of your mind just yet then?”
“With his unpredictability? I should think not! I’d find myself in the Tower next to Bessie Blount! No, Charles, this requires careful handling. Careful handling and Marie’s full and knowing support.”
Mary sighed, then gave a slight tug on her husband’s hair as she rose, “Come to bed. I want to enjoy the fact that you at least know how to pretend fidelity whilst I’m here at Court.”
She strode into their bedroom and Charles, smiling wryly at her perception, followed suit.