Margaret Tudor (sassy_margaret) wrote in tudorcourt, @ 2009-12-28 18:53:00 |
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Margaret had randomly yesterday announced in front of various ladies from both her train and the Portuguese court that she had Brandon needed to discuss some papers that her brother had left in her keeping for when they arrived in Lisbon. It was a fib, Henry never left anything undone -- in regards to gaining alliances, at least -- but they didn't know that. It was her excuse to get Charles in her rooms without people being overly suspicious. She was restless -- she had been trying to wait to call for him, wait until most of the court had gone to bed from their celebrating -- after she had met the King earlier in the afternoon. She was uneasy and it was obvious, she sat in the chair beside the King -- shifting back and forth idly, her palms angrily grasping at the ends of the ornate chair she sat in.
She excused her self from the banquet with the pretest of needing her sleep since she would be a married woman tomorrow and she had many duties to fulfill. That in itself made her shiver with disgust. That old man ... touching her. The majority of her ladies were given leave to enjoy the party before she even left and the few that went back to her rooms with her where sent to the hall to request for Brandon to join Margaret in her rooms to discuss the finalizations of some documents. Margaret stood near the lit fire -- her fingers idly toying with the Byzantine inspired necklace that she wore, a gift from her intended. It was a gorgeous piece of jewelry, 118 pearls, 2000 diamonds all mounted on gold -- only it was from someone who made her skin crawl. She wore it with a tiara that her mother had left for her -- a gift for her wedding. A pretty piece in combination with her gown.