Henry, Gabriella and Charles
Jane turned and smiled at Charles. She had always liked Lord Brandon. He had always been so kind to her and seemed to approve of her relationship with Henry. She nodded, about to tell him yes that she was enjoying things when Gabriella spoke.
Unlike Jade, or probably even Anne Boleyn, Jane was not as accustomed to letting things roll up and over her when comments were made. It was no wonder that when Gabriella spoke that Jane's face fell and the color complete drained from her face.
Her head snapped to look at Henry and she felt suddenly incredibly disgusted. With herself mostly. She couldn't fault him. She could, but it wouldn't be fair. She knew what kind of man he was. What kind of man he would have been when they were married. She just hadn't cared. But now. With this?
She didn't even speak. She turned on her almost too tall heels and hurried away from them as quickly as she could. She knew they would have seen the devastation and hurt in her eyes, but she refused to let them see the tears that wanted to fall.