Chambre d' Isabelle De Guise

Thomas entered in his room and put down his luggage. He looked around and smiled gratefully at Francis

Thank you, Majestè. It's very kind of you to accompany me personally until here. Of course I'll reach you in your study room, after having rest. I think I'll go to bed very soon, after saying my prayers...

He answered smiling. Then he bowed with his head again

Thomas bowed deeply at Francis. As he left, he took off his hat and sat on his bed. He started saying his rosary, murmuring deeply. As he finished, he crossed and lied on bed, falling deeply asleep

Thomas reached his chamber again. He took off his hat and his coat and walked towards the bed. A servant helped him to prepare his luggage again. After he left, he knelt and said his prayers. Then he crossed and lied on bed, thinking about his wife Alice

The last time I had seen my dear friend Isabella was late spring time! I knew that she had rooms available in the palace and since many were gathering to see Anne Boleyn I thought that by chance Isabelle would be here too. A servant showed me to her chamber and knocked upon the door.

Hello Mon Cheri I said as I entered her chamber briskly shutting the door behind me. It has been so long since I have last seen you. I looked briskly around the room trying to find a place for me to sit.

No, please remain seated Mon ami. It felt rather bizarre for a friend like Isabelle to curtsy upon my arrival it must be a habit or done out of politeness. I do hope that I wasn't interrupting anything, it has been a while since we last saw each other. I seated myself opposite to where Isabelle sat as I cast my eye's around the chamber she currently occupied.

No not for me mon cheri but please indulge yourself. I knew that I had come to the right person Isabelle was probably one of my grandfathers favorite mistresses, I could trust her more than even royalty. Isabelle would it be OK if I stayed at your manor for awhile please.

Indeed, something was wrong, even though I had kept it a secret from many people except my lady in waiting who dressed me daily. And was the only one privy to know all my secrets. Isabelle I will soon birth a child so I need to leave before my condition starts to be noticed. After the child would be birthed a local farmer's family would take the child in as their own with monthly payments made by myself to ensure the family would not struggle. I have been delusional into thinking that I could have an actual romance with that man it seems I was just another whore to him.

It's the soldiers I thought I had mentioned him before. Perhaps it had not been the wisest of moves to confide such a secret to one of my most dearest friends. Discretion was key for all those involved a scandal such as this would rock the French monarchy. All my life I have had to do what others tell me I rebelled at such a young age certain to not be shackled by others. When I came across Christophe he held no responsibility and opened so many paths away from my title.

I have not seen him in so long it doesn't feel right. I sat down beside her, her motherly tone was a strange yet welcoming mixture of emotions. So many people had tried to mother me in the past, none to no prevail, but Isabelle knew me better than any other. It didn't feel strange, I felt loved for the first time in a very long time.

Do you truly believe that there is a solution. I had never thought of seeing it that way before my life had been mapped out for me before I was even born it was my duty to make sure I followed the traditions of the French royal family. I immensely enjoy his company when he calls me princess it's all very tongue in cheek behavior well that's how I see it. What if I would be sent away to a nunnery no one likes a scandal even though royal palaces live on courtly gossip. I looked straight ahead into Isabelle's eyes and in that instance, I knew I had done the right job in coming to her. I wished for her to one day find true love with a man that treated her as a diamond in the sky.