Richmond Palace, Kingdom of England, August 1524
Her husband’s face was as red as his hair, as was rather common when a man with skin so fair was angry. Eleanor of Austria wasn’t sure what was going on but thought it prudent to silently watch and learn what troubled him.
“Damn you Charles!” The King of England shouted, slamming his fist against the table and Eleanor flinched as she stood in the corner of the room.
Although the outburst had startled her, Eleanor was curious to see what had made her husband so furious,”Is it your brother or my brother who has angered you?”
“Mine. My Lord Somerset…” Henry had all but spat the words out.
“How has he done so? He’s never given you much cause to be cross with him before.”
Her husband shook his head, and scoffed,”He seems to be making up for it now.”
The woman moved towards the table, busying herself with a simple task so as not to disturb Henry too much. Reorganizing his papers that were now strewn across the table, she quietly inquired,”What has he done? Please tell me so that I can help you Henry…”
The man scowled, but answered her anyways,”He has married, or rather, eloped with Anne Boleyn.”
The very mention of that family made Eleanor’s blood boil, and she snarled,”Then they must be punished for defying your authority! Such disobedience cannot be tolerated, who knows what else they are capable of after this!”
The man nodded his head slightly,”And they will be. Charles shall have to pay a fine of ten thousand pounds, and the two shall be banished from court for the next two months.”
“That’s it?” Eleanor demanded, incredulous,”You let them get away with this, barely punishing them at all? Tell me, do you still have sentiment for that family after you stopped laying with
that whore?”
Henry narrowed his eyes at her, and barked,”No! I have made my decision and that is final, they shall pay the price that I command, no more, no less.”
The Queen of England gave her husband a shallow curtsy before turning to leave,”Fine, I see that my counsel is not welcome and I’ll not trouble you further.”
…
Caroljin was with child again, of that much Eleanor was certain, and so the Queen of England had a choice to make, of who would take Caroljin’s place in Henry’s bed. Oh, she wished it wasn’t necessary, but Eleanor would not always but available, especially if she became pregnant before Caroljin gave birth to her second child, and her husband had quite the wandering eye. Better to be prepared and have someone she can control rather than be caught off guard as she had been with the Boleyn woman.
So, she looked among her maids in her rooms and singled one out. The one who the Queen of England picked was pale, almost deathly so, but the blonde tresses that fell down her shoulders would surely be to Henry’s liking.
“Everyone leave us, save for Mistress Seymour.”
Eleanor smirked as she saw the expression on Jane’s face. She was fearful, quiet, and obedient. She would do just fine.
All the others filtered out of the room, with quiet murmurs amongst themselves as to what the Queen’s intentions were, surely Jane had not done something that would incur the Queen’s wrath?
Biting into a wedge of cheese, Eleanor sank back into her chair, watching in satisfaction as Jane curtseyed before her.
Sitting comfortably, Eleanor of Austria gave her command with every inch of the authority that she was born with,“I have a task for you…”