Yes yes yes.
*just minutes later, there is a knock at her door*
*sets her half-full notebook down and gets up, smoothing her hair down before crossing the room to open the door* I must admit I didn’t expect you so quickly. *smiles to Pos and the other man, who she assumes is Raum*
(Source: thefallenwife)
2 Yes, okay. Me and my Raum are coming. We’ll come see you very soon. Real soon. Like… Soon.
Very well. I look forward to seeing you.
foreverfelled asked: Could visit you at home. I'm trying to bring my Raum, too.
I would be happy to meet him. I will prepare tea and we will have a nice visit.
Essie wakes in the middle of the night, confused and disoriented by the edge of the dream she’s just come out of. Some part of her thinks it should be light out, blue and brilliant and wondrous, so she’s surprised to find that it’s still full dark. Sighing, she climbs out of bed and picks the throw up off the floor, where it’s been kicked to in the night. She wraps it around her shoulders and pads out to the kitchen, where she pours herself a glass of water.
She wants tea, but has made a silent promise to herself to let Patrick sleep, since he hasn’t had much of it. Sighing again, Essie rolls the cool glass over her aching forehead, wishing she could remember the dream.
Eventually she finishes her water and sets her glass down in the sink, retiring to the living room to sit because she knows that she won’t be able to go back to sleep. Essie picks up the notebook that Pos gave her and opens it to a fresh page. Then she sets her pen against it and begins to write.
Once upon a time, there was a very lonely little boy…
Hampton Palace - I would like to go to this place.
Martha, the woman who helps me at the library, showed me the history section yesterday. I looked through a great number of books and found myself drawn to the ones depicting the history of Henry VIII.
Though the accounts are built by historians, it isn’t hard to see that he loved his second wife, Anne Boleyn, best. He toppled the entire structure of the Church for her and waited seven years for her to be his queen. Their daughter, Elizabeth, was reputably one of the most capable, ruthless, and cunning monarchs in English history.
However, as much as I admire the child that was produced of the union between Henry and Anne, I cannot help but sympathize with Henry’s first wife, Catherine of Aragon. She loved him too. She gave him twenty-four years of her love and devotion, supported him, counseled him, and did her best to give him the heir he wanted, but he simply tossed her aside as if her devotion meant nothing to him.
She was poorly treated, left to die alone without the comfort of her loved ones, and I am very glad that Henry died suffering.
1 Very well, I accept your challenge, Patrick.
-grins- Best of luck to ye.
I will be victorious.
No. All the time.
You need te figure out how to be on top, then.
Very well, I accept your challenge, Patrick.
