The night he died in my arms

The night he died in my arms cpt.1

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Ashley

I still remember it. In perfect detail every sound, every movement...every breath. I could hear the beating of my heart and feel the blood rushing through my veins. It started in England 1509 when I was only a women of 16.

************ flashback********************

" You truly are beautiful antinasia, you mustn't ever forget that" He whispered the words into my ear, his breath caressing my neck. My friend, my William, someone I new I would always need. Tonite was our 3 year anniversary (dating of course forced by my father) and he asked me to marry him. Of course I said yes, but only because father told me to. I don't really love him like that, quite opposite accualy. He's like a brother to me, someone I could trust and knew would care for me in troubled times. But, nothing more. I didn't feel that spark with him, like he claimed to feel with me. I knew he was truly in love with me but I simply couldn't return the feeling. Hence, why I just played along.

I gently curtsied at his polite words. " Thank you William, tonite was exquisite, father will be so proud of me"

I turned slightly to walk up to the steps of my home. Nodding to a guard when I felt his hand gently tug my wrist. I sighed turning, taking in his carmel brown hair, and eyes, the color of a lapis lazuli. His face, carved like that of a greek god. Masculine, strong features any women could be proud of.

" My lady, I know you can't and don't feel the same as I do. But you must know that I care for you deeply, you mustn't worry about wedding arrangements, I'll have the maids and grooms organize everything. Goodnight my love."

He bent slightly, his lips grazing my knuckles and turned to walk off. I sighed, turning around, nodding to a guard as he opened the gate for me. I was absolutely shocked when I heard father say that we would be staying in his majesty , henry 8ths, house for awhile. Father is friends with henry pircy, who was part of the court and good friends with Thomas boylne, who, in turn, is good friends with his majesty, the king. Which is how I eneded up hear, in one of the greatest chatues in Europe, living an absolutely luxurious lifestyle. I smiled slightly, Hearing the sound of my shoes against the marvelous tile floors, lined in golds and silvers. Guards lined the walls, as well as framed paintings and jewls amoung the crystal chandliers. I climed the mahogany stairs, to the room in which I was staying. I was about to enter my room when a gurad stopped next to me, slightly courtsying.

" My lady, a letter has been received for you from spain. Your father has asked me to deliever it to you when you returned."

" Thank you guard, you may go now." He nodded again " My lady" h emurmered and walked away. I turned entering my room and sitting on my bed, ignoring glances from the room maids. I opened the latter carefully relizing it was my mother wax stamp on the outside of the letter.

My Dear Antinasia,  

Your father has told me you are greatly enjoying the court and its grandure lifestyle. I am very happy for you my dear. Just know I sent this letter so you know your family is thinkning of you. Little Emily askes about you all the time, an dall I can say is that you are in a wonderful place. We all miss you and can't wait for your return next year.

Love , Mother and Emily

I sighed, my eyes slightly filling with tears at the thought of home. It won't be as bad as it was when I visited the French court to work on proper manners and such things. I had to stay there for 2 unbearable years. I shall only be in the English court about 1 and half years. But me being here for about 6 months, I only have a year left to go.

I got up sitting in front of maid silently motioning for her to begin taking of my dress. Oncei bathed and was in my night gown I decided it was time to say goodnight to father. I slipped on my royal blue robe and quietly slipped from my room. Once I reached his door I lightly knocked listening for his reply.

" come in my dear" he said, I smiled slightly, he always knew when it was me knocking on his door.

" Father, I came to say good-night."

" Ok my dear. But first, how was your date with William?"

" It was splendid father, he asked for my hand in marrage, and I gratefully accepted" The words came from my mouth, sounding none too excited.

" Well that wonderful my daughter! I shall talk to him in the morning about plans for the wedding" He said, the excitement glowing in his eyes. Father always had a thing for William, I never new why mayb its just his money.

" Ok father" I whispered looking down. I wasn't looking forward to this wedding. 

" Ok my dear you should get some sleep. Sweet dreams." He lightly kissed my forehead as he opened the door for me.

" goodnight father."