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Long Live the King;;

"The Queen lives! The Queen is alive!" A servant's voice echoed through the halls. Loud and clear.

Henry rose from his seat. "What?" It had hardly been a day since he had received news of her passing and she had somehow miraculously returned to life? "It can't be!" He screamed and yelled at the top of his lungs as he walked the short way from his throne to the center of the room.

His hand came to rest over his chest. A string of pain passing through him. He cleared his throat. The pain returned. Intense. Henry clenched his cross. Pulling himself together, the King stood at his full height. "I command you to bring her to me!" He called to the guards, taking a glass filled with wine that some Duke standing close by was holding and throwing it across the room. "You!" He screamed to another pair of guards. "Find me that physician and his new wife." He ordered and slowly walked back towards his throne.

Pain. A burning sensation tangled in his chest, up his throat. "Water." He told to a servant and the boy ran to get some. He felt as if he was suffocating. His fingers wrapped around his neck, trying to relieve himself of the feeling. It hurt. Intense and agonizing pain taking over. He lost his balance, reaching over to find something to hold on to. The King fell on his knees. Someone lifting his up, he tugged at the arm that held him. His Commander. "Bring me.." Henry chocked out. Clinging to the man with every fiber in his being. "My Lord." He heard the man saying. "Bring me Cosimo's physician."

Everything around him was darkening. He heard voices, panic taking over the throne room before the Commander had everyone taken out side and a few guards to call the Grand Duke's physician. A bad decision really, given that Henry had celebrated the death of Catherine hours ago. He knew it was his last moments, but he could hardly see, the pain being unbearable.

Someone had done this to him. "I was...poisoned..." He managed to mumble through desperate inhales for air, hoping that someone would look into this after he was gone. He desperately tried to cling to life, but his heart was failing him. The last thing he heard before losing every last touch with this word was a guard's voice announcing Catherine's arrival.

The King is dead.

#selfpara #tw: death #tw: poison #tw: pain #tw: mention of poisoning #tw: suffocation #tw: suffering

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“Thank you, your Highness. You seem to be the only one.”

“I am happy about you, your Majesty.” He smiled a little.

#c #c:isaac

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Oh, how fascinating another to share my joy! Of course it is!

Well, that’s some interesting news, isn’t it? How come?

#c #c:yasuo

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“Well, it happens. She has passed and that is wonderful news. If you do not agree, move out of my sight.”

“But how… She wasn’t ill or anything, was she? And how can you say there is a beauty in the the sentence of a person dying? That is awful”

#c #c:bia #tw: mention of death

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“Perhaps my new wife would be interested in keeping you in her services...Who knows.” Henry shrugged.

Jacquette managed to pull herself together momentarily for the sake of asking the King the questions she most dreaded. 

“But…what’s to become of me now, Your Majesty? What would you have me do now that my mistress is gone?”

#c #c:jacquette

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“It is. Perhaps you should speak to my new wife. She might wish to keep you as her own Lady in waiting.”

“With everything happening… I suppose it is a bit selfish to wonder what might happen to me.”

#c #c:andrea

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“Yes, you shall! It is about time I have my freedom!”

“Shall I dare to say… finally?”

#c #c:isaac

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“Please. I will not sit here to listen to your stupidity. I have no reasons to lie. Now, go mourn your Queen someplace else.”

“No…you’re lying!”

#c #c:jacquette #tw: mention of death

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Henry smiles. “Yes, yes, of course. Go ahead.” He responds with a nod and a brighter smile.

“We are very grateful King Henry.” Nostradamus nods. “Now would it be appropriate for Olivia and I to dance now or do we have to wait until after the ceremony?”

#c #c:nostradamus

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“In a few hours time.” Henry responds, the smile remaining on his face still.

“I didn’t know he was marrying Elizabeth… but it’s no issue just, I would like to know what time Olivia and I will be wed so I have time to prepare for her.” He speaks softly

#c #c:nostradamus

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Henry walks up to them, smiling. “Don’t you just feel grateful for my gift to you?” He inquires as he glances at each one of them. “This will be a wedding to remember!”

Nostradamus smiles a forced smile and puts an arm around OLivia’s waist, the woman stands on tip toe to kiss his cheek. Both are shaking, Nostradamus because he fears what should happen when he wakes Catherine and Olivia due to fear of the king. 

Dear friend, he muses, just last week the king was threatening his head. 

#c #c:nostradamus

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“Isn’t Jonathan to marry Elizabeth anyway?” Henry rolls his eyes. “Do what you think best, Nostradamus. If you need me to grant you larger chambers, I will.”

Nostradamus jumps as Henry touches him, not expecting it. “Well I’ll - I’ll hang a curtain the infirmary, I’d like to stay there and since Jonathan lives with me Olivia will require a degree of privacy.” 

#c #c:nostradamus

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“Whatever you see most fit. I do not mind where you wish to live.” Henry smiles and pats him on the back.

“Oh, alright then I um, I’ll go get ready for the wedding then, and I-I assume Olivia will be moving into the infirmary with me yes?” It was tradition for the wife to move in with the husband but so far nothing had gone according to tradition. 

#c #c:nostradamus

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“Now, let’s pass on to celebrate with a wedding!” Henry exclaims with a joyous laugh. “My dear friend, Nostradamus and Lady Olivia should be getting married here, tonight!”

Nostradamus stands with Olivia watching the king, he’s unsure what to say as a murmur passes through the crowd. He gives a half hearted “long live the king.” With the crowd.

#c #c:nostradamus

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“Let me say it again, then. Oh, I love saying it! Catherine is dead.”

“Pardon?– I don’t believe I heard you correctly. Catherine can’t be dead.”

#c #c:mary #hahah xD #tw: mention of death

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“Of course I am. Happiest I have ever been.”

“I’d give my condolences but you seem to be happy.”

#c #c:antoinette

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“Are you mentally incapable to understand the beauty in the phrase; The Queen is dead? Let me explain; Catherine has died. Passed. Gone. Forever.”

“Pardon me for asking, your majesty, but is what you are saying some kind of code?” the italian asked confused

#convo #c:bianca #tw: mention of death