Thread: Pawns [Jennilyn x Fruit]

Information had a habit of spreading incredibly quickly through the palace. Those who were less graceful, and more dimwitted spoke more openly of such things. The problem that arose with that was that if caught the consequences were unimaginable. One might think being the queen's cousin offered some sort of protection, but that wasn't necessarily the case. If someone were to begin throwing words like 'treason' around, the end result wouldn't be pretty. That was just to say the least. So Madge Shelton, handmaiden and cousin to Queen Anne Boelyn, did her best to keep her nose clean and remain out of trouble. She was far from the brightest person in the castle, but she liked to think she had enough sense to care about her own self preservation. Nothing would end up mattering if she were dead, and her cousin had already made a point of chastising her once already recently. It had all seemed harmless fun to Madge, a bit of harmless poetry. Perhaps it wasn't really her majesty's fault. She was pregnant after all, and if Anne herself was to be believed she was currently nursing a son in her belly. No ordinary child, but a future king. So, yes, some of it could probably be attributed to mere pregnancy hormones, an innocuous outburst stemming from aching feet, and swollen breasts and any other number of the afflictions that accompanied creating new life. Even so, Madge suspected it was a little more than that. There wasn't really much respect in being a handmaiden, compared to the queen she was nothing really. Her cousin saw her as nothing more than a fool, or so she suspected at least. In the end it truly did not matter, Madge had her tasks to focus on. The handmaiden was snapped out of her idle thoughts, and along with several other of Anne's handmaidens, made her way to the dining hall. She'd scarcely begun the clean up when she was addressed by the queen directly. She shifted, turning to look towards the queen who was already on her way out, and beckoning Madge to join her. The handmaiden glanced towards the untouched plate of food, and briefly wondered if Her Majesty was ill, then began tailing behind her like a lost puppy. Her mind whirred to life, wondering why she specifically was needed for a task it wasn't her place to argue though and she knew that. Luckily her wait would not be long, as they soon arrive to Her Majesty's private chambers, and at her request Madge shut the door behind her, careful to be as silent as possible. Her eyes were wide and questioning as the queen took a seat, and the Madge shuffled lightly from foot to foot, if only to keep herself busy as she awaited Her Majesty's command. Even pregnant the Queen radiated with absolute beauty, and the swell of her belly did nothing to diminish the natural attractiveness of her body. Then again, it stood to reason she would be beautiful. She was a Queen. Madge felt... Insufficient in comparison, to put it mildly. A little heavier than the queen not too much!, and probably not as easy on the eyes. None would say she was ugly, however. Goodness, at least she hoped not! At Her Majesty's request Madge smoothed down her garments and moved towards the Queen. She took a seat, sinking slightly into the bed and allowed that curious gaze she'd been sporting since being asked to lock onto Her Majesty's. There was only a brief moment's pause between Her Majesty's request and her handmaiden's response. 'What would you have me do, Your Majesty? she inquired, and though her tone remained respectful there really wasn't any masking the longing to know what would be asked of her that oozed through her controlled tone. You need only name it, and I'll have it done. she added, for good measure.