This choice: Next Revenge: Thomas Seymour, Baron of Suddeley • Go Back... 19 January, 1549
Thomas Seymour cursed his luck again as he waited for the axe. He had tried for glory and failed. If only he could have married the pretty Princess. But all the tickling and spanking he imparted, did not lead Elizabeth to yield. His attempt to take her by force was thwarted by that insipid Kat Ashley. His final grasp of power has resulted in dismal failure. If only, that stupid dog had been quiet, King Edward would have been his. "Luck has been against you, Baron Suddeley!" remarked a voice. Thomas gasped, looking around for the source of the voice. It couldn't be.
"You can't see the dead, Thomas. You will learnt that, tomorrow!" taunted the voice. "You can't hurt me! You're dead!" cried Thomas, his voice full of fear. "Nor can you hurt my daughter or her brother, Thomas. The oven is waiting for you!" Thomas was by his own admission, a headstrong, confident man filled with prideful arrogance. But the day before your execution, the ghost of a dead Queen you helped kill, threatens you with hell; that would terrify any man. "There is a way to escape Death, Thomas. But you must accept it without explanation. How confident are you, that you can rise again?" asked the voice.
"If it is in your power, Queen Anne than make it so! Otherwise, you are..." The words never left Thomas' throat as he was on fire. The flames were burning each part of his body as he flew away. Terror surrounded him as he past a traven brawl in progress. "Fight!" he told himself as he waited for hell. A beautiful woman lay on the bed before him, Thomas wished he could indulge before he realised that he was indeed, headed for her. "HEUH!" gasped Thomas as he stood up, wearily. He soon fell down, unable to keep up. He look at the ceiling, it was very low. He look around, it seemed familiar. "Get up, Thomas!" he told himself, before he shrieked. This wasn't his voice. He forced himself up, almost collapsing again. His hands..they were daintier, but more coarse. He...had growths out of his chest! He stumbled a little, realising he wore a dress until he spied a small mirror. Then he screamed.
Anne beamed as she said "Goodbye, Estella!" "Goodbye my Queen! I only hope Baron Suddeley enjoys his new life. I am just glad I can die so heroically." exclaimed Estella. Anne beamed at the now ex-prostitute. "Redeemed in full!" she declared as she disappeared. Anne felt a little guilty that Estella had to die. But it was needed, so that Seymour could suffer. When his brother fell, he too would endure the pain of his actions. At least Estella was free, poor girl. And she would die, believing that she was saving a life, which was true. Even if Death would have been preferable to Thomas Seymour. She reappeared at Catherine Willoughby, Dowager Duchess of Suffolk's home (http://irishpost.co.uk/wp-content/upload...). The Duchess was busy preparing a letter. "Why am I stuck with this child? I never wanted guardianship of the Queen Dowager's baby!" wrote an indignant Duchess, before throwing the letter away. Anne was shocked, both that the lady Suffolk was rejecting a baby and that she was actually writing a letter. She cast a Memory Charm on Lady Suffolk, before heading to thw nursery.
"Isn't she beautiful?" exclaimed Anne as she showed the beautiful baby to her dear friend Druella. "She is! Who is she?" asked Druella. "She's my daughter Mary Boleyn, named after my sister and stepdaughter!" exclaimed Anne. Druella watched her friend, aware of some of her propensity. "What was her birth name?" "It is Mary!" expressed Anne, wearily. "Like Mary Seymour?" opined Driella, her expression stony. "Willoughby didn't want her! I lost my daughter who Parr nearly allowed to be raped by that cod, Seymour! For all I know, she tried to do so with my Elizabeth! I will be a good mother to Mary! Look she feeds from me, already!" noted Anne. Druella's face remained pursed before she nodded. "Beware of Hobart!" she warned as she made them all milk. Anne had barely had the chance to feed Elizabeth. There were wet nurses for that. Feeding baby Mary and seeing that look in her eye, made Anne happier than she had been in a while. It was draining for Anne, so she used the Replenishing Charm. Soon Mary felt asleep. "You are playing with fire, Anne." Anne turned to see her closest friend, Druella still showing her displeasure.
"Isn't she beautiful?" cooed Anne. "Anne, you need to think about what you are doing! It's one thing to punish a dying King and a condemned man. But to kidnap a baby! That is something that..." "Willoughby will receive money for her trouble. And she is in trouble. She is in incredible financial duress! I have made Galleons at my wand shop! I even have a philosopher's stone! This child will die in Willoughby's care, I know it! I lost my Elizabeth, can't I have my baby?" interrupted Anne, tears flowing from her face. Druella sighed, wrapping her arms around the former Queen. "Be careful Anne! I won't tell anyone. But you will have a hard time, explaining this to Henry and Richard!" pointed out Druella.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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