Royal Gardens

Anne and Henry were horse riding at Royal Garden

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Anne stopped and looked at Henry

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"May I speak plainly? There are some out there who don’t care for popes, but think that the king should be both emperor and pope in his own kingdom.."

Anne smiled

"Books.Some books.. There is a book that I want to show you"

Anne had become dissatisfied with the response of the king.She smiled and rode her horse.

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Lady Constantina makes her way from the bedroom through the halls of Whitehall to the gardens, she sees it is a big garden and follows the path to it and she smiles and nods at the other visitors to Whitehall as she passes them, "Good Day, lovely weather..." she says with a smile. She walks the garden until she is tired and she sits on a bench to rest.

The sun shone down on my face as I walked through the garden.It was really nice to be away from palace and from all courtiers gossip.I sighed,looking up to see the birds flying above me,their feathers golden and brown,they were free to do what they liked and they were happy.I thought to myself,as I silently continued to walk through the garden.

after sitting on a bench for a spell, Constantina rose from it, she felt tired... the heat of the day seemed to wear on her. She headed back up the path to the palace and to her room. She hoped it would pass. she wanted to be well to see the king. She would send her note now before it got to late. She looked for the messenger when she made her way to her room.

Thomas came in the gardens with Harry. He felt happy having a walk with him after so long time. They were still close, in spite of big matter. He turned smiling towards him

Have you news about Wolsey, Majesty?

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Thomas listened him carefully and nodded slowly while walking

Yes...I know. The prison is waiting for him, I guess...

He answered, looking around garden and holding his hat

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Thomas listened him carefully, nodding slowly. But once he got what he meant, he stopped suddenly and turned towards him. Chancellor? He felt not ready for that

No...

He could just say, unable to add more

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Thomas stopped walking and looked confused at him

I don't want to become Chancellor...

He answered with quite voice. He felt honoured and scared at the same time

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Thomas listened carefully at his words. This was an important promise. Henry knew how religious he was. After he finished to talk, he took a deep breath and looked at him with a smile

If so...I'm very grateful to Your Majesty. I accept...the honour of becoming Chancellor. You know I'm your loyal servant, Harry. But God's first...

He said firmly, still confused by his new status. He grabbed Henry's hand and shook it in agreement

Thomas smiled warmly and laughed after him. His doubts about becoming Chancellor suddenly disappeared. And in spite of his scrupoles about divorce, Harry was still his King. The King who he always loved deeply. He nodded silently while smiling and kept on walking along garden with him again...

I entered the garden in full garb, the fabric of my gowns' sleeves low toward the ground and dark in color. I hold a little leather bound book in my grasp as I glide about the garden, fanning myself with my free hand as the heat is absorbed into my gown. I look about, searching for any signs of anyone who may be watching, and I find myself tapping my foot as I await the arrival of my lady in waiting, Luisa, whom is to meet me in this garden at the correct time.
Where is she?, I think to myself...

I see my mistress and hurry forward, knowing I am quite late and that she may be very upset with me. I cannot help but feel incredibly warm in all the layers of clothing I do wear, and find the sleeves terribly hot as I hurry forward and curtsey.
I never had to dress like this in Dorset, I think to myself.
"My lady," I curtsey.