A Dance in the Rain. [Watty Awars]

3- A Dance in the Rain

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A few daunting minutes passed before the festive music began to play again and people began to dance. It took me a while to realize I was in the middle of all the commotion, until I saw John approaching me. A sly smirk played mischieveoulsy on his lips and his bony hand was stoking his non-existant beard.

When his body was within inches of mine, he grabbed me into a tight embrace and whispered childishly in my ear, "Excuse me, Lady Seymour, but if I am not mistaken I could have sworn to the Virgin Mary herself that the King was flirting with you!"

My eyes widened and I  pushed furiously to get out of the embrace. I frowned up at John and looked in his eyes.

"Funny, Sir Carriber, because The King said the exact same thing about you. Now, if you wouldn't mind I would like to be excused to go to my bed chamber." 

I then began to exit the dining hall when John called out from behind me. "Goodnight, Rosie."

I turned around and smiled sweetly at him and whispered in my most innocent voice with a curtsy, "And Goodnight to you Sir John. Welcome back to Court."

Turning back towards the wooden doors, I strolled swiftly to my room ready to have a peaceful slumber; it had been a long night. I knew, also, that I would dream of John Carriber's face and the King's peculiar, but sweetened words.

"Rose! Rose! Rose! Lady Seymour!"

My eyes shot open at the sound of Catherine Howardson's frustrated voice; another maiden who shared the same bed chamber as me.

She was standing at the foot of my bed and was pulling violently at the sheets in an earlier attempt at waking my slumber.

I huffed and glowered my blue eyes at her dark green ones. "Yes, Mistress Howardson. What seem to be the issue?" I asked lazily.

Catherin tilted her head at me, like a mother would do when scolding a child and her dull brown hair framed her face.

"Lady Seymour, I am not aware of your purpose here at Court, nor do I neccessarily care, but  at night, when you danced with the King...I will just not have that!" She yelled quickly; her tone rising at the end of her sentence.

"Lady Howardson, I have no idea what you are going on about? The King simply wanted to discuss how I was feeling about Sir John Carriber returning back to Court." I stated back honestly.

Her eyes darted back and forth between both my eyes as if she wasn't capable of looking me straight in the eyes. However, she sighed and her hands released the sheets letting her fingers relax.

"Well, Rose. That is obviously not what it was, because the King sent a servant to beckon you to his private chamber at this hellish hour."

I looked at the the painted glass window attached to the opening of the room. It was still nightime, probably just a few hours after the dinner feast had ended.

I groaned, and Catherine being extremely distasteful towards the King's request retreated back to her own bed.

Ugh, what could Henry possibly want at the moment?

Ignoring the question, I quickly slipped into a presentable outfit and opened up the bulky door that belonged to my bed chamber. The King's sevant was waiting obdiently outside the door. He was athin boy with alot of freckles and looked no more than ten years of age. Poor thing to be up at such an hour, but he lead me through the dark hallways of the castle with a luminescent fire lamp to the King's own bed chamber.