#dont match!! i tried to keep it smol but this is their first thread so blah blah blah

[thquldnunc]

Thomas had spent most of the evening against the wall, his back pressed against it for support as his hand strayed to touch his wife’s, her place a comfort to the soul that seemed heavy with guilt. Unlike some others, who saw the evening’s affair a grande break from the everyday workplace, Thomas’ mind still surged with what was going to happen once the Medici sought an audience with the King alongside his half-brother and Catholic claimant. In the dark, he groped for answers or logic, his eyes staring into absent space as he tried to decode the knots that amassed around the subject like heavy, untameable weeds. So distracted by unending questions, he had forgotten about Mary — no, she was no longer a Mary, but a Queen of Spain. 

When she had been but an estranged daughter of the late King, Thomas had been contracted by Cromwell to coax her back to court to reunite with her father. The mission had been a success, and in turn Thomas had felt a sense of care for the Lady Mary — but, it had been a job, and so there had been rules to follow, goals to achieve. There had been no real sense of friendship or even respect, and as different as she may have been, he had changed in turn. It was unfortunate, then, that they met whilst in costume for this celebration of the women at court, his own visage curated by the hand of his wife to become some figure akin to Hades — he felt facetious, a false pretender and sincerely unworthy of Mary Tudor’s time. But, there they met once more, this time at differing stages of power. 

“Your Grace,” he called, his bow subtle, his eye not leaving hers — as if one blink was all it could take to lose the Queen. “I must apologise first for not meet you at Dover, there was some pressing business I was forced to attend.” @lareinamaria

#dont match!! i tried to keep it smol but this is their first thread so blah blah blah #lareinamaria #bd.goddesses #tudor