Summer Party

Mary came to the Great Hall to search for her little girl. She then spots a familiar fair haired girl." There you are."

Daenerys arrived at the summer party in england and looks around nervously, because this is her first time in england and she has no friends in england and walks around the summer party

Elizabeth joined the summer party where it was safer for her to be in broad daylight away from the clutches of her overbearing brother! She hoped to see her husband or maybe one of her children the scandalous threats that were made in her name by that Howard's lying tongue left her shaken up. How could Thomas Howard treat her as such, it was Elizabeth not he who would soon be mother in law to the King such behaviour such as he would surely not be tolerated.

Mary Boleyn wrote:

Mary came to the Great Hall to search for her little girl. She then spots a familiar fair haired girl." There you are."

At this precise moment with her mother catching her young Catherine had just bitten into the most delicious ripe strawberry there was on the palate. Turning around young Catherine grinned before running into her mother's arms.

Mother I have been invited back to Kenning-hall again.

Young Catherine rolled her eye's at the very thought of this last time she went she was left scared. She was too young to be sent away from her mother.

Prince Ferdinand of Naples arrived with that of his younger brother Alfonso of Naples, both brothers watching the festivities of the party occurring and Ferdinand smiled seeing all the joy around them and people making merry with each other, it was a change indeed then the walls he was so very used to in Naples, taking a cup of wine he glanced over "brother do you not think it is pleasant here" he asked and smirked once more but soon remembered what troubles his cousin the late Queen had to endure but he knew he must not anger the king for him to be welcome there.

Looking around he saw a small child running to her mother, it reminded him of himself as a small boy with his own mother as he took a goblet of wine within his hand and left his brother young Alfonso to wander the walls of the celebrations and fine parties they were attending.

Catherine Carey wrote:

Mary Boleyn wrote:

Mary came to the Great Hall to search for her little girl. She then spots a familiar fair haired girl." There you are."

At this precise moment with her mother catching her young Catherine had just bitten into the most delicious ripe strawberry there was on the palate. Turning around young Catherine grinned before running into her mother's arms.

Mother I have been invited back to Kenning-hall again.

Young Catherine rolled her eye's at the very thought of this last time she went she was left scared. She was too young to be sent away from her mother.

"You won't have to worry about that Uncle of mine, I never liked him anyways." Mary says kneeling at her level as she holds her daughter in her arms. "That man acts like he is King himself."

Daenerys sits on a chair and she watches the women who where dancing with handsome young men and she feels lonely because no one wants to dance with her and she feels a tear rolling down her cheek

I entered the Great hall with pomp or ceremony, having avoided most court functions since I had been assaulted by the Duke. Dressed in a simple gown, my golden blonde locks tumbled over my shoulders and framed my face beautifully as I carried my daughter upon my hip. I gracefully float through the chamber and head towards the dais, upon which the seats for the royal family were set. Courtiers parted as I glided across the floor, bowing their heads or curtsying and mumbling "Your Grace" or "your Highness." Lifting my daughter up my hip so that we were both more comfortable, I smiled immaculately at my brother's guests and held myself with poise and grace.

Gen could not have been more excited and piqued by curiosity itself to be going to an English ball. She knew licentiousness ruled the French court and was right glad to be going somewhere a little more tactful and respectful. She dressed in sage green and sipped watered wine while watching everyone else dance.

Ascending up on to the dais, I eye the seat reserved for me beside Henry's throne. Next to it was a seat meant for Lady Anne, and as we would soon be one big happy family, the set up I found myself in would be that way for the foreseeable future. Gracefully, I sit in my chair and lift Lizzie on to my lap. The little girl on my lap cheerfully watches as courtiers dance and twirl about: her eyes flicking between each new exciting thing that filled the hall. I watched as well, smiling graciously at all as I sat serenely. Lizzie would one day be one of these beautiful women that danced and flirted their days away, just as she had been for the short time before she married Francis... But those days, like my marriage were over. I expected to be a widow for the rest of my days and acted accordingly, even if Henry insisted I was still young and beautiful and was determined to see me married again.

Ferdinand was passing through the crowds, he finished his wine but soon grabbed another and took a seat among the nobles, observing the entertainment around him the young Prince was a rather attractive young man, dark hair and that of dark eyes in a way, resembling his Spanish culture quite strongly and he looked over noticing a older women, he learned she was the King's sister but respectfully kept his distance so he would not displease the king, he simply bowed his head to her and turned his head after looking ahead watching the festivities.

Daenerys looks up and walks around the party when she falled accidentally on the ground

I arrived at the summer party with a spring in my step. Immediately upon entering the current festivities, I took a glass of red wine, weaving in and out of all the courtiers and noble people talking. Stepping to the side I took a great sip of my drink watching everyone go about their business my eye's gazing at them over the brim of my glass.

Daenerys gets up from the ground and walks to a chair again and sits on the chair and looks at her knee and she is bleeding at her knee and she looks around the party for help

It was my first court party, and my stomach was a nest of butterflies. I knew I looked quite fetching in my gown of pink satin embroidered with bluebells, and my hair up in braids with only a few curls cascading down the sides of my face. I entered the hall with trepidation but managed to smile politely at all.

Dorothy arrives at the party hoping she would find her Gentleman. She then spots her elder brother,  Thomas. "Thomas."

Ferdinand of Naples wrote:

Ferdinand was passing through the crowds, he finished his wine but soon grabbed another and took a seat among the nobles, observing the entertainment around him the young Prince was a rather attractive young man, dark hair and that of dark eyes in a way, resembling his Spanish culture quite strongly and he looked over noticing a older women, he learned she was the King's sister but respectfully kept his distance so he would not displease the king, he simply bowed his head to her and turned his head after looking ahead watching the festivities.

Noticing a man nod his head at me, I gracefully lowered my head back in respect. I hadn't seen the young man around Whitehall or attending court events before but Henry had a great talent for drawing people to pay homage to him. A great talent for it, I thought. Even dressed simply, I was by no means plain or dull: the beauty that my brother and Charles praised made sure of it. I was undoubtedly my mother's and had inherited her looks. Henry had once suggested that I was a great beauty but I was not so sure. Another talent my brother possessed was drawing the most beautiful women to his court, all fluttering about the palace. I set my daughter down beside me as she fiddled with the tassels from the cushions. The smile upon my face grows more and more joyous as I watch the dancing and then turn my gaze to the delight that was my darling daughter.

Juana who was now Queen of Naples and Jerusalem was inside the room passing around the crowds seeing everyone enjoying herself, rumors were often spoken of the young queen and her temper but she was quite the Spanish beauty indeed. Gazing over she saw her son, Ferdinand and she smiled and went to his side placing her hand on his shoulder "it seems you've caught the eye of many my son" she spoke kissing the top of his head and she couldn't help but be fiercely proud of her son "perhaps you will ensnare a lover yet, hopefully it will be a worthy bride and alliance" she spoke running her fingers of her hand through his hair keeping a watchful eye over him "and Alfonso he best be in his best behavior" she spoke and her son knew her temper and knew well not to anger his mother but knew his brother can be quite the flirt and Juana knew her son Ferdinand to be a noble young man.

Her long hair was laying down her back pulled back in a hairnet as it normally lay past her waist but she wished to look appropriate for the evening. A circlet braided adorned her forehead as she stays there watching the court women of courtisans celebrate and dance.

Daenerys saw the Queen juana arriving at the summer party and she really wanted to talk to her about something but she doesnt dare to ask it to her and she quickly looks the other way

Marguerite sweeps into a curtsy before me with a confident smirk. "Un trône convient à votre Majesté." Releasing a laugh like a lark's song, I nod my head in respect to my beloved Lady-in-Waiting. Her desire to see me say at upon a consort's chair again was almost as insatiable as Henry's, but I was far from convinced. "I doubt there shall be any more thrones for me dear friend..." I sing, the smile that filled my face beamed with a assumement. It seemed that all cared for was finding someone to be married to. Men and women desperately trying to marry themselves to someone of higher rank... As if out ranking others would bring them happiness. She had tasted it before. The air that queens breath, being of the highest rank in Christendom. And it had all been taken from her easily: she mused that anyone could lose their position easily and she did not seek to hunt that again. As her mother's family were famed for saying: you rise and fall on the wheel of fortune. We all seek victory but endure the strife that shall follow when the wheel turns against us. No, should she marry again, it would be as her great-grandmother had. For love. Stifling a laugh, she knew it was a foolish notion but still, she would dream of it a little. "You're young, you have a beguiling child to prove you're fertile, you're from a great and wealthy family..." Marguerite sang in her unliting French accent. "A catholic" she whispered with a grin. "And you are bewitchingly beautiful. Fortune shall favour votre Altesse." Even if I didn't believe all they said, it touched me how devoted my confidantes were. "Go forth and enjoy yourself my dear friend... Enjoy the festivities." My friend curtsied before leaving me, my little daughter tottering beside her to circulate the celebrations, and with that I was alone. Smiling out across the hall from the dais, the picture of endurance. The wheel had fallen but it would surely rise again, and so would I.

Walking into the great hall I felt out of place this was my first time visiting England and maybe the first time I get to meet king Henry and the soon to be new Queen of England.
I look around and find a small quiet area near a window, I take a goblet of wine and watch the others dancing and making merry.