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A slight smile crossed your face as you slowly walked to and fro inside the castle gardens. It was the only time that one could be alone without having to watch out for spies. Yes, spies were lurking everywhere and watching your every move.
But then again, you were the daughter of an esteemed Duke. Your father was a very respectable and a man with morals. But other Dukes, Lords and Barons always seemed to have a problem with him voicing his thoughts, may it be lowering taxes or if the mutton could be smothered in cloves for the Twelfth Night!
A sigh escaped from your lips. It was all so very complicated; no one could ever be pleased with any simple thing, like the rose. Your fingers fluttered over the petals and onto the stem. Even though it looked beautiful, looking further down there were pricks that could cause pain.
Your breathing turned into quick pants. The tight dress wasn't making it any easier to breathe, but as you looked down at the thick, blue brocade and grey velvet that clothed your skin, you couldn't help but think about how your mother had gotten all these clothes that were of the latest fashion. Maybe the pain was worth it to look beautiful, you mused. Another quick, painful breath made you take back your previous thought.
"______! Please come back inside! You know you have to bathe; King Philip is coming!" Your governess Amelia called. She sounded extremely frustrated and anxious; she really needed you up and ready for the greeting ceremony. You had to be present. But even through all the yelling, she really loved you.
You sighed. Ah yes, King Philip was coming to England to come marry Queen Mary. After King Henry passed--bless his soul-- Edward had inherited the throne, but only for a short time. Lady Jane had tried to inherit the throne, but was only successful for nine days. Mary had beheaded her and went on to become Queen.
"I'm coming Amelia!" You called back to her, picking up your skirts and quickly walking back to the stone doors.
You shuddered; court was such an awful place politically and socially. Everyone was fighting each other for a higher position, to become closer to the Queen. And everyone was judging, may it be how someone dressed, who was a lover with whom, and their manners. But the last one was very rare.
You made it inside and climbed the stone steps to the top floor where you resided. As you entered and pushed open the big oak door, you were greeted by red, green, and golden tapestries and bedcovers. You and Amelia had shared a room for ages, so naturally your bed had a canopy and her bed was a straw bed on the ground. Even when you told her and even insisted that it was alright for her to sleep on the bed with you, she whole-heartedly refused.
"It's about time you came in here! Now quickly, we have to get you ready." Amelia was already closing the door and hastily taking out the laces that adorned your back and taking off the cap from your____ hair. You sighed.
"Calm down Amelia, it's no big deal. You know how I dread sitting in those boring ceremonies." Your second garments above your undergarments were already being taken off also as Amelia dragged you to the bathroom and taking off the rest of your clothing, plopped you down in the wooden tub.
"No big deal? You're going to see the King of Spain. I think that's a very big deal." Amelia laughed and scrubbed you furiously. It was quiet for a few minutes. Amelia knew how much you lost yourself in your thoughts.
Well, she was right; it was a pretty big deal for a Duke's daughter. But then again, it would be interesting to have an intellectual talk with someone of high power, that is, if you were able to get close to him.
You had always excelled in the arts and sciences, and your tutors would always praise you tremendously and your parents for having such a smart child. Eventually, you wanted more advanced tutors and you learned all there was to absorb about the Hundred Years War, the languages of the world such as: Latin, Spanish, German, and French and all the other things. So maybe it wasn't that bad to meet such a man...
____, are you listening? I said, do you think foreign men will be there?" Amelia began to snap her fingers in front of you, causing you to jump out of your thoughts.
"M-men?" You squeaked, your face flushed. You may be intelligent, but when it came to men, you had no clue whatsoever.
Amelia laughed as she lathered your hair. "Yes men. I bet they'll be incredibly handsome; so handsome, their voices will make you melt into a puddle," She swooned, her blue eyes fluttering.
"Well that's because you're such a flirt; do you know what the ladies talk about you in court?" You loved Amelia, you really did, and the people at court would just gossip so incessantly that it'd make you upset.
"I have an idea, but you know that it isn't true. Now up you go!" Amelia had cleaned her hands on a nearby rag. You slipped out of the tub and you dried yourself on a rag also. You shivered.
"Help me into this dress, please?" You groaned as out tried to tie up the back of your corset. Amelia shuffled over to you and stood behind you, forcing you stand up straight as the whalebone torture machine was tight enough to narrow your waist.
You let out a few gasps to adjust to it, and eventually you did as Amelia put a scarlet garment with brown and golden lining over you, lacing up the strings there as well. When you looked at yourself in the mirror, you saw a girl that looked proud. She was trying to be a lady, but there was a sort of innocence that shone in her______ eyes which contrasted with the entire figure.
"I think you look beautiful." Amelia gave you a small smile as she whisped some of your____ hair behind your ear.
You smiled at her and went for your brown headdress adorned with jewels of all shapes and colors. Oh, you would've loved to let your hair down and let the wind play with it, but it would've caused a scandal. From what Amelia has told you, Anne Boleyn let her hair down and everyone pointed fingers.
"Are all the things packed?" You replied instead, making your way towards your travel slippers. You slipped them on with ease and you straightened out your skirts.
"Yes, we'll be staying there for about two weeks."
"Then let's get going."