Heart of Stone (Jane Seymour x oc)

 Chapter 2

                       The Breakfast Hall

After that appalling encounter with the  Tsaritsa, Jane dashed for her son's chambers. Mostly gliding on the floors and barely falling flat on her face, finally attaining the door to her son's new chambers, and scampered though the door, pressing her body against it, heaving. It was inky outside, dusted with torches on the wall giving off gilded hue. Jane tiptoed to the crib of her son's. There Edward was dozing in the most serene slumber, unconscious of the all the carousing under him. Sighing, Jane was thinking about the encounter with the Tsaritsa, perchance this would not be the most abysmal encounter with a royal she would have. It definitely won't facsimile the encounter Jane had with Henry. Nothing will ever be equivalent to that encounter with Henry.

Reaffirming that Edward was congenial in his crib, then paddling as discreetly as she can sans waking her child and privy the palace and the king she has been out of her chambers when she was supposed to be incarcerated in bed. Now with her breathing under jurisdiction, Jane (much more tranquil) made her route to her chambers sans getting percept by the servants nor the guards. Avail the corridors were predominantly bare, barring the seldom guards Jane had to sidling around. Flambeaux on the walls granted off a luster of aureate.

"You're slinking around too, eh?"

Jane mentally cursed as she was going though cognition, it was the Tsaritsa voice.

"Are you pursuing after me?" inquired Jane,

"Actually, no. I was heading to my guest chambers, and saw you and I thought it would jocular to unnerve you." The Tsaritsa grinned.

Jane scoffed,"The only thing you succeeded in doing is making me think you woke my child."
The Tsaritsa snickered-that snickering only made Jane more irksome, "Well, you should go prowl back to your chambers; you don't want caught," The Tsaritsa smirked, and went back to her route of maneuvering though the unfathom of corridors.

Coming to a two paneled doors, the Tsaritsa unfurled the doors to see her two most dearest friends,"Well, that didn't take tedious time at all," Said one of the Tsaritsa ladies in waiting, Lara, satirically,

"I saw you no more than 5 minutes ago; also I saw Queen Jane so it was only polite to talk," replied the Tsaritsa, nonchalantly,

"Oh? What she like? Is she alike the king?" Asked Ilona, eagerly,
"Quite the contrary, she actually seems tolerable." The Tsaritsa made her route to the vanity, "Does that mean you are not going to accept the alliance, Aurelia?" Asked Ilona, "No." Aurelia answered, yawning. Aurelia was fatigued from all the caravan, thwacking and the galleon, swashing, she just wanted to sleep when she arrived. But alas Henry is quite irking. Regardless Aurelia abided with him, but it was not the alliance that vexed her, it was the flirting. And Aurelia knew Henry just wanted to get into her dress. The person just had a son and they already trying seduce someone. Aurelia also knew Henry did frequently did this type of thing. And she felt deep commiseration for Queen Jane. But Aurelia savvied that Queen Jane was very au fait of this detail.

These are the thoughts cascading though Aurelia's mind when she lost consciousness and developed into a chasmic slumber

                                      •••

Jane retreated back to her chambers yore ago, and was now back into the coffer, her chambers, sleeping.

                                     •••

It was now morn, silence filling the earth around them, silvery hue in the sky, leaves russet and amber, and the temperature crisp and chill

Jane was once again sitting up in bed contemplating how irate Henry would get if she went to the morning hall for breakfast instead of eating in her own chambers. She decided he could not get to livid at her with guests.
Glissading off her bed and pulling off her beige nightgown and placing a sliver almost lavender colour dress with flower details on the front bodice.
Prancing out of her chambers maneuvering her route though the myriad of corridors and then to the breakfast hall. All the seats were filled except for two seats; one on the left of Henry
and one on the right of Tsaritsa Aurelia. Savvied that it would be she would be shielded marginally from Henry's seethe by not hearkening to him. With all the valor Jane could muster she skimmed over the floor to the sit beside the Tsaritsa. Jane could feel Henry's eyes on her burning into her back, regardless Jane kept her chin up, lowering onto the claret velvet cushion. "Jane. I wasn't aware you would be accompanying us," Henry said with pseudo smile. "Yes, I thought it was only polite sense I did not greet our guest when she arrived." Jane said, serenely. "Well, thank you, your Majesty. I appreciate it," The Tsaritsa interrupted, fore Henry could reply. "Tsaritsa. I thought we could discuss the alliance after breakfast in my office." Henry suggested-it was more of a demand. "Aright, I will. Queen Jane, I have heard all about the Hampton Court garden. Even in Russia. Would tell me about?" The Tsaritsa phrased her first sentence as if Henry was inquiring. "She will show you the garden if you like." Henry was now the one interrupting. "Only if you want to, my Queen." The Tsaritsa answered. Henry gave Jane a look that meant she had no choice.

"Of course, Tsaritsa," Answered Jane,

"Thank you, Sire." The Tsaritsa smiled at Jane.
"So it is settled. You, Jane, will be showing the Tsaritsa Aurelia to the garden after breakfast." Henry confirmed.