𝑂𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑖𝑡 𝑎𝑙𝑙....
In a world of bloody war and misgivings that lead to treason, there is only one thing Catherine Percy can be sure of and that is danger.
Her life had not always been thus, f...
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~Eagle-eyed angels~
June 1465, Windsor Castle estate....
Catherine smiled at the sun shining down upon the hunting party that had taken to the fields that day. Hawkers blew whistles, coaxing their obedient birds to the perches that were wrapped in blue and murrey ribbons; York banners behind, swaying in the wind. The sky was clear of clouds, presenting a bright blue canvas that painted the heavens above in a most pleasing hue.
It was merry, just like the day was intended to be. That was how a summer hunt was, especially one that entertained the King!
His court stood amongst the carpet of lush green grass or sat in the silken marque that had been erected in the middle. A long, oak table was laid out at the front, lined with the King and Queen on their thrones and their favoured courtiers, of which Catherine was one. In what was a surprise to her, she had been gifted a place of honour at Elizabeth's side, allowing her to speak to the beautiful Queen while she feasted on the finest meats.
Elizabeth was interested in her words, she found, constantly tempting her to speak and offering her sweetmeats as a reward each time she did. The little Duchess found it surprisingly easy, her conversation emboldened each time she received a small smile or light-hearted laugh. 'I can help you fly' The Queen had said at her coronation feast and now, it seemed she was putting her pledge to use.
"You interest me, dear one" She remarked after taking a sip of her cousin's favoured Burgundian wine "There is something about you, something that...."
"Well done, John!"
Edward's booming voice caused them both to look to the field where Elizabeth's brother stood proud with a hawk on his leather gauntlet. The animal happily tore at the meat held in its owners fist, it's hooked beak tearing into the flesh; relishing victory. Courtiers and guests alike applauded John's victory, all but overlooking the disgruntled little Duke who stood a few feet away.
His wayward bird joined him a moment later, landing nimbly on his leather gauntlet. Edward chuckled, applauding his brother while Dickon merely shrugged. It appeared nonchalant but Catherine could see the sadness that entered her husband's eyes, the slight slump in his shoulders that told of disappointment.
"He does so love to impress his grace" She murmured and Elizabeth smiled her charming smile; eyes sparkling with amusement. "Go and comfort him, dear one" She returned, laying an encouraging hand on Catherine's arm; allowing her to be excused from the table. The girl nodded her thanks, rising and weaving throughout the crowd until she was upon the field.
Lifting her skirts slightly, she made her way to her husband, watching him stroke the little bird he held, murmuring to him indulgently. Catherine smiled, her husband always seemed far more in harmony with animals than he was with people!
