His French Rose~ Henry VIII

(10) Wavering Emotions

17th May 1510

"I hope you remember what today is" henry started bursting into the room

"I know," I said while applying make-up to my face as my ladies curtsied. henry danced his way around the room, then latched onto Beatrix who was closest to him and began dancing with her. she was laughing, once he let go of her, she curtsied and left behind the other ladies in a bit of a hurry. henry then lay on the bed, once I was done looking in the mirror, I looked at Henry who looked half asleep and I whacked his arm lightly.

"I didn't take that long," I said and a smile spread along his face, he got up and we walked to the throne room. 

"you look perfect my dearest," he said as we linked arms, and entered the throne room. There stood a quite short brown-haired man who wore a lime-green hat with had paintbrush and peacock feather stinging out from it. I then immediately realised who the painter was, it was Jean Clouet. he had painted my first ever portrait back in 1507, in France.

"my love, this is sir jean Clouet" henry started,

"I know, we have met before he painted my mother's portrait a few years back," I said and he nodded. he took my outstretched hand and kissed it while bowing.

"it's a pleasure seeing you again your majesty," he said. Henry was then handed a sceptre and orb to hold, the same ones I had to hold on my coronation. I stood behind him my hand placed on his shoulder.

 Hours later Jean had finished painting the portrait and I felt so stiff after it all. I took henry hand as he got up from his throne and we walked to the canvas. jean bowed and backed up some so henry could look at the portrait which looked amazing causing my jaw to drop. 

"I wanted to capture both of your youthful glow in the portrait. see the detail there, I added her majesty's red jewelled necklace and added a massive one on his majesty's crown" jean said and we nodded.

"it's absolutely beautiful," I said with a growing smile as henry's hand rubbed my shoulder.

Later on that day, Beatrix de Foix was brought to the throne room. she nervously approached me and my husband and curtsied almost falling over making me smile. my smile wasn't filled with amusement, well maybe a little but mostly sympathy. she stumble a little till he found balance and looked up,

"lady Beatrix, I have called you over to tell you will be my wife's ladies in waiting, this is a very important role and I am putting mounts of trust in you," my husband said. Beatrix looked amazed, over the moon she thanked us curtsied in front of us and left the room

22nd May 1510

I woke up in the early morning and it just hit me again I am the queen of England and I'm married to a handsome king. Then there was a knock on my door which brought me out of my train of thought

"come in" I sleepy muttered. A servant walked in

"your majesty" he bowed handing me a letter. I shuffled to the edge of my bed excitedly snatching it off the boy. I then slumped down crossing my legs,

"thank you," I said as I looked at the letter and quickly realised by the handwriting it was from my brother Francis. He wrote of how much he was proud of me but also how much he missed me. We both knew I would leave home and get married but not this far away from home. I sat crossed-legged on my bed and then thought of my family back in France sprung into my mind. A tear trickled down my face which I instantly whipped away. I stood up and placed the letter in a little box under my bed

"need some help, your majesty," lady Joan asked and I shook my head.

"im am fine lady Joan," I said tucking the box away, as she helped me up.