marytudori (marytudori) wrote in saveatlantisic, @ 2017-06-11 21:25:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, *tama, mary tudor |
Who: Mary Tudor and OPEN TO ANYONE
Where: Just outside of the towers, her arrival
What: Mary's just arrived and is shocked by everything that she's seeing so far
When: Backdated slightly to Wednesday, June 6
Warnings/Ratings: Probably none, G at the most...Mary is a princess, after all
Status: OPEN to anyone
For the first time in her life, Mary missed the dreariness of an English morning. She missed the familiarity of sheets made out of feathers rather than this strange softer material. She missed the close comfort of candle light and the ever-necessary presence of a Bible at her bedstand. Her fingers closed around the one familiar thing in this room: her mother's rosary. She closed her eyes, grateful that she, at the very least, was permitted to have this very special item with her. She didn't know where she was or even how she came to be here, but Mary Tudor wasn't about to make a mockery of her family's name or her heritage. The strange thing that spoke to her told her that she could choose to stay here or to leave. If she stayed, she would be involved in a war. What purpose did a woman have in battle?
But, Mary wanted more to her life than being just the Lady Mary. She grieved for her mother, wishing like anything else that her mother could be here with her. Catherine would know what to do. She always did. If nothing else, Catherine made things easier and calmer for someone like Mary, her daughter. No matter what else happened in the world, Mary had known her mother would be at her side. Until the moment that she wasn't there.
She was wearing her red long gown. Luckily, she had bathed just yesterday. Her long dark hair was tied back in a half braid and she looked every bit the royal princess that she was no longer. Decisively, Mary stepped out from the strange building with the many rooms. It was like its own castle, but she couldn't fathom that there was a king or a queen living here. Certainly not her father or mother. She stepped outside for the first time, shielding her eyes from the brightness of the sun. Her eyes went wide as she looked around at the strange carriages, at the strange people wearing clothing that she didn't even begin to recognize. Her own dress felt warm and heavy in this weather, but she had nothing else to wear here. She would certainly look out of place for any who might stumble upon her.