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❨𝒔𝒊𝒙❩ trouble
It had been a week and Charles and I had barley spoken. Sure we said a few words to each other during meal times or in passing, but I didn't know Charles. Every time I tried to have a conversation with him, he would make up some lame excuse and run off. During my time at court I had also learned that Catherine was/still is, imprisoned for trying to plot with Queen Elizabeth. The Queen Mother wanted Elizabeth to marry Charles instead of me. She was only allowed free for my entrance and to introduce Charles, not that she wanted that anyway. Honestly I was unsure of why Cathrine would try to overrule my marriage like that, but it was Cathrine and nothing came as a surprise anymore.
I sighed, setting down my brush. Today I was determined to have a real conversation with Charles. At the very least I wanted to marry a friend, not a stranger. At the rate this relationship was going however, it seemed to be that way.
"Am I too ugly? Or annoying?" I spoke, turning to face my ladies. The three of them stopped their game and looked at me. "What?" I asked. The looks they were giving drove me mad. Phoebe pursed her lips, Zoe's mouth was hung open and Elena shook her head.
"No, and no, well possibly." Zoe spoke. Phoebe shot her look, nudging her arm. "What?! She can be annoying," the brunette defended herself.
"Thanks Zoe." I deadpanned, turning back to the mirror. "I mean seriously, how am I supposed to consummate a marriage with a boy who won't even talk to me!"
"Gross." Phoebe muttered. I had to agree. I could not bare the thought of having intercourse in front of people. I shuddered, shaking off the thoughts.
"I'll make it my goal to have you talk to him." Elena piped in, "we just have to catch him at the right time."
"Which is never." Zoe pointed out.
"Not helping." Phoebe piped up. Elena stood up, making her way towards the window. Her face peered out. "Do you see something?"
"He's alone right now." She commented, turning back to face us. My eyes widened.
"I have to go." I told them, hastily getting up. Zoe chuckled, handing me the overcoat to my dress. I stood still as she laced it up. "Thanks." I replied quickly before darting out of the room. I made my way down the hall, my heels sounding noisily on the tiled floor. Members of the court stared in confusion but I ignored them, making my way to courtyard.
"Charles!" I called. The boy looked up from his work. I made my way to him, watching as he stood up.
"Hello Althaia." He greeted, closing his book. I inhaled sharply, trying to catch my breath. "Are you alright?" He asked, touching my elbow.
"Yeah.. I just rushed down here." I heaved lightly, taking a seat on the bench. "I've been meaning to talk to you." The boy raised a brow. He placed himself on the bench next to me.
