Ambition

Chapter One

Ariane Aviz of Portugal, 7 June 1520

My lady secured my hair back before gently placing my frech hood unto my head. "My Lady," I looked over my shoulder at the young girl. "Another gift. From the king." She held a small chest in her hands. I sighed, rolling my eyes. "Bring it." I waved her over standing to open the chest. I opened the chest to see not only to see another set of marvelous jewels but a letter along with them. I pursed my lips, breaking the seal, as I opened the letter.

My offer still stands Ariane.

          - François x

"I should have known." I shook my head placing the letter back in the box and slamming it shut. "Set it on the table." I shooed her. I sucked in a deep breath and lifted my head like the princess I was. "Let us go." The curtains opened and almost instantly I was greeted by King Francis. "Princess," He gently grabbed my hand and kissed it.. "My King," I gave a tiny curtsy, my eyes locked with his as I did. "Well shall we go?" He asked with his normal smirk. I nodded as he placed his arm under mine. "Did you recieve my gift?" He asked lowly between the teeth of his smile. I couldn't help but laugh as we walked out to the crowd. "Why yes, I did, and my answer is still the same." I smiled at the people. "Ahh Henry," I smiled as the English king kissed my hand.

"Ariane, beautiful as always." Henry smiled back. "The beautiful Portugese Princess." Catherine greeted her sickeningly sweet smile. "And the people's queen." I greeted back. 

"And where is Claude, the queen?" She inquired earning Henry and Francis' disapproving faces. "Oh she must be around here somewhere, come let's go find her. " I gestured, giving Henry one last glance. "He has grown to be such a handsome king," I smirked as we walked away together. 

"Just because you are an unmarried royal does not give you the right to whore around with married Kings." She smiled pretending to be happy. "Oh Catherine. I have not bedded King Francis even though he is dearly trying, but Henry. By far a different story." I walked sly smirk on my face. "And as of my marital status, I am engaged to John, you know the illigetimate son of your whore sister." I smiled giving her a tiny laugh. 

"Who taught you to be so evil?" She asked in horror, smile now wiped from her face. "The court of every King I've been with."  I smiled taking my chalice as I sat down at the right hand of Francis' seat. "That's who dear Catarina," I smiled calling her by her Arogonese name. "That's who," 

It was abnormal for the Queen to not be at the right side of her King, but she refused to come out of her room. What a shame. I know I may seem a bit much, but I am a woman in a court not my own. I have to survive somehow.