Heart of Stone (Jane Seymour x oc)

Chapter 14

A/N: There will be homophobic scenes in this book, but know that I utterly support the LGBTQ+ community.

Corroboration

Aurelia needed verification. Corroboration. Attestation.
She needed ammunition for the case of herself and the queen.
They would have moments to defensed the queen til her execution only a mere moments later.

But how could she?
Almost all the time they spent together were solus. Nobody. No witnesses. Nothing.

But there had to be something.

The tsaritsa has not seen the soon-to-be executed queen, since the brawl Aurelia had with the guards.

Aurelia was in the guest chambers she yore ago stayed. She would stay here until the execution.
Then be banished from England for as long as the tsaritsa lived.
Aurelia went through every paper that concerned the execution.
She had to admit that they did have a brawny case.
She was at the davenport of the chambers.
Looking through the papers. Again.
The tsaritsa had another slumberless night without slumber.
At the desk, hand in her raw umber colour fleece, and hunched over the davenport, glaring at the parchment,
She felt like she was going to past out of lassitude.
Still she kept her consciousness.

Knock, knock,

"Eh?" The tsaritsa's sapped eyes sluggishly ascended her eyes toward to the dark mahogany doors. Once she processed it was the a knock on the door, she called,
"Oh." She thrusted the pieces of parchment into the davenport.
"Come in."
A guard no older than twenty came in and bowed.
"The king has requested your presence in the Throne Room, Your Majesty." The young guard said.
"Alright." She stood up shaky. She nodded her head to dismiss the young guard.
Still fatigued but she felt much better walking and moving down the corridors. Passing multifarious paintings: elfin paintings, inordinate paintings, thread paintings.

The thread paintings evoked Aurelia's memory of the queen. How superlative the queen was at embroidering. And the queen's sobriquet; Aurelia gave her:
"Elfin embroider".

Sighing, Aurelia swayed fore the old mahogany doors. The guards on both sides lugged open the aged doors. Revealing King Henry on the dais, onto of the throne.
He was stone faced when she entered.
She languidly ascended to the end of the room.
"You summoned me?" It wasn't a enquiry.
She was impatient. Or she just didn't have time for his little games.

"Yes. Jane will be executed on May 15-"
"You mean if she will be executed. Which she won't." Aurelia interrupted, fiercely.
Henry gave her a frustrated look.
But she didn't care. She was done with his trivial and fabricated statements.
The king cackled maliciously.
"Oh of course," he said satirically.
"And we of puny importance, aren't we?"
This was too much. She would have strangled him if the guards weren't watching.
"Don't test me." She pointed her finger at him accusingly.
"You don't want to feel my wrath. I could have your head if I pleased." She raved.
"I desire to prompt you that you are in MY court." Just as vitriol as she.
"Need I remind you, I have a higher title than you."
She wasn't a kind of ruler to flaunt off her title, but if it had to come to that she would.
Rollin his eyes, "You will be attending dinner tonight."
"Is that all?" Huffed Aurelia.
"Yes." Rolling his eyes once more.
Swiftly she whipped around ascended to the two opulent doors.

"Remember, tsaritsa: the queen will die...
I have the corroboration."

Aurelia ignored Henry's comment and stepped out of the Throne Room.
"Corroboration?What possible corroboration could he have? When it didn't even happen."
Aurelia thought to herself, as she glided down the corridors.
She came to tall doors.
The king's chambers' doors.
She paused.
"I ponder." She whispered to herself.

It was peril. It's true.
But if it succored for the queen...Well, so be it.

She glanced around to make certain no one was spying on her. She lugged open the dark doors.
She observed the chambers fore coming in. It was vacant. She proceeded to the light tawny colour davenport. The tsaritsa towed open the drawer discreetly. Parchments spilled out; going everywhere.
She clasped one of the myriad numbers of papers. She scanned through the crinkles of letters.

It read:
I, the King of England, Henry VIII, is executing Jane Seymour on treason and adultery, to the king.
Corroboration is: witnesses.
The King Henry VIII, Guard Ely Thompson, Guard Rosemary Heres, and Guard Ainslie Alden.

It was brief. On the contrary to the others.
I would tell you what the others pierces of parchments read, but that would very jejune and arid. So let's talk about the tsaritsa,

She gripped onto the papers and toss them into the drawer.
But when she did she caught sight of something very interesting.
Practically all of the papers were of forged lies of the tsaritsa and the queen.
Saying that many servants coming forward; telling the king of them all over each other at every corner.

She put the parchments pieces precisely where they were fore she came.
Then took off for the door.
She glimpsed both ways fore bolting for her guest chambers.

She knew that she wouldn't attain. Not with all these false accusations.

She knew what she had to do.

I will update tomorrow. I have a lot of ideas for this book. The chapter will probably be out at night.
-Kat