angelique. french. not spoiler free.
like: game of thrones, matthew macfadyen, richard armitage, ripper street, eion bailey, jennifer morrison, the hobbit/LOTR,
pride and prejudice, band of brothers, final fantasy, doctor who
selfless, brave and true puppets. (x)
♔ gorgeous outfits in the tudors [09/??]
└ mary tudor’s black outfit
Tudor 30 Day Challenge: Day 7: Favorite Quote:
S2E06: Eustace Chapuys: “I have no doubt whatsoever, that your majesty’s reign, will always be remembered.”
Mary I & Ambassador Chapuys
“She said that I am jealous of her because she is married and I am not. I may never be.”
“She ought not to have said such things.”
“Yes, but…they’re true. they’re true.”
AU: Mary abandons her title to run away with Chapuys who is recalled when Henry declares war with Spain, and they elope to his estate to Savoy. Ten years later, the Ambassador and Mistress Chapuys are invited to return to the English court, and bring along their charming daughter, Katherine.
Take this ring, in memory of me. It was a gift from the emperor, who received it from your mother.
![An ache settles not in his leg, but in his chest. “My lady,” he begins again. “If any one person in all of Christendom had deserved a happy ending, it would have been you. My lady… I must beg your forgiveness, for you will take leave of this world and I cannot help you.” The ache takes hold of his heart and roots there. When it fades, just as she will from the world, his heart will be left blackened and shriveled. “I must beg your forgiveness,” he voice trembles, his fingers tighten around her lifeless hands, “for not being able to help you as you should have been in this world. Not—not doing more for you, has been my greatest sin, for which I will always be unable to atone.”
He crosses himself, and climbs wearily to his feet. Yet again blinking back tears, he stoops, and tenderly presses a kiss to one hand, and then the other. Straightening, he brings a shaking hand to her cheek.
True love’s kiss…
Princesses don’t fall in love with old, broken Ambassadors.
“Goodbye,” he whispers plaintively, almost tenderly, tears dripping down his nose. “Go with God, my lady.”
Hesitantly, he lowers his lips to the corner of her mouth, and kisses her reverently. (Old, broken Ambassdors, however, do quite commonly fall in love with princesses.)
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An ache settles not in his leg, but in his chest. “My lady,” he begins again. “If any one person in all of Christendom had deserved a happy ending, it would have been you. My lady… I must beg your forgiveness, for you will take leave of this world and I cannot help you.” The ache takes hold of his heart and roots there. When it fades, just as she will from the world, his heart will be left blackened and shriveled. “I must beg your forgiveness,” he voice trembles, his fingers tighten around her lifeless hands, “for not being able to help you as you should have been in this world. Not—not doing more for you, has been my greatest sin, for which I will always be unable to atone.”
He crosses himself, and climbs wearily to his feet. Yet again blinking back tears, he stoops, and tenderly presses a kiss to one hand, and then the other. Straightening, he brings a shaking hand to her cheek.
True love’s kiss…
Princesses don’t fall in love with old, broken Ambassadors.
“Goodbye,” he whispers plaintively, almost tenderly, tears dripping down his nose. “Go with God, my lady.”
Hesitantly, he lowers his lips to the corner of her mouth, and kisses her reverently. (Old, broken Ambassdors, however, do quite commonly fall in love with princesses.)
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