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No Other Will Than His ...	By : shibbydm Category: Individual Celebrities > Gerard Butler Views: 1830 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I had laughed, I had laughed in the face of one of Britain's most dangerous Kings, it was hardly as if I knew where I was! How was I to know what was happening I figured this was all some sort of elaborate joke at my expense. A sort of farewell as I left but I knew earlier in the day, at the back of my mind that something was deadly wrong. Everything felt different the air smelt different the people were genuine. I was somehow in the 15th Century and I had no idea how.
I had laughed and faced his awesome power over men as I found several swords pointed directly at me for my impertinence, at that point, I had shouted. They had taken the joke too far I even shoved past Henry himself and drew myself full size against a guard and had used language my mother would have been ashamed of. Well a full-grown man should not point a sword at a woman, I knew that much. Then it had dawned on me, no one had jumped out and shouted surprise, father was no where to be seen and I was stuck in a situation most nobles would dread, I had mocked and shoved the King and was now battling with a guard, a guard with a very sharp sword pointed directly at my throat. A cold chill swallowed me as a turned to look at the man who could order my death at any moment but to my surprise, he was holding in laugh. Men stared nervously around unsure of what to do until they heard his bellow of laughter, soon everyone followed suit, the swords were dropped and everyone was in hysterics. I laughed as well; this must be a joke a farewell, a sort of tease that only I would appreciate. Yet, no one I recognised had appeared yet and my guard was still up. 'Okay, hilarious! Where is Dad I have to go now!'
'Fair maid I have never in my life had anyone call me such things, nor shove me in such a way. Either you know something very important that I need from you or you are very stupid, which is it?' Henry pulled me towards him smiling but I was terrified. This was real, the bump on my head still throbbed a painful reminder of my fall. What had happened to me, I pulled back from the King and stared around I felt sick and dizzy. 'I .. I am not supposed to be here' I whispered, 'This isn't right, I don't understand what is happening.' Henry just stared at me, the smiles gone from his face as he surveyed this strange girl. 'Help me' I cried, 'Please god'. I felt myself fall and his strong arms catch me then nothing.
I opened my eyes and found myself surrounded by faces; Henry was holding me gently and staring at me with intrigue. I felt the cold floor beneath me and tried to stand, I had never fainted before, but then I had never fell down two flights of stairs before either so maybe I was going crazy. 'Fetch the girl some warm ale' the King demanded as he rose to his feet lifting me with him. 'Leave us' his command was barely above a whisper yet at once the courtyard was empty. I tried to think fast - somehow I was stuck in the past. Somehow, something I only read about or watched on television had happened to me and I was not prepared for it at all. I tried to think like my father, I needed some sort of excuse for my presence I was certain that the King would not understand where my place in time was. I stared up into his eyes, I knew so much about him, I knew who he would marry, whom he would kill. I knew he would rip the country apart for his own religious needs and he would lose a son, I even knew the year he would die, yet now I sat and stared at him and I felt I knew nothing about him at all. He wasn't the tyrant I expected he was gentle and passed me the cup of ale careful so I didn't spill any, he was staring at me as if I were a new specimen he had found and wanted to learn all about it. 'I am sorry' I stammered, 'I have had a long journey. You would not believe how long' I smiled 'my name is Elizabeth, but please call me Beth' I wondered if my name would have any relevance to him at all, in fact I wondered where on his time scale I had landed. Who was he married to? Had he even created his daughter Elizabeth yet? A sudden rush of joy ran through me, I could meet Anne Boleyn. I jumped to my feet all my worried suddenly faded and looked around me, the castle was alive, and I was here. 'My name is Elizabeth Bailey, my father sent me to beg a place at court' I spoke with more courage than I felt. 'I am willing to serve your Majesty in any way that I can' I rounded off my speech with a perfectly rehearsed courtesy well aware that I was doing it for Royalty for the first time I bent as low as I possible could and did not miss his eyes looking straight down my cleavage. I rose back to my feet and waited in anticipation, I was not even sure if the court allowed complete strangers to trail in and beg to stay but it was my only hope. 'Do you have any experience at court Elizabeth?' his eyes were smiling again and he surveyed me.
'Beth' I corrected him and saw his eyebrows rise in shock, 'Yes, I know this palace very well.' I smiled, 'I visited once with my father as a child and saw your Majesty in all your wonder for the first time.' I was really laying it on thick but if this mans reputation was anything to go by I was going to have to flatter him until the cows came home.
'You know it well; perhaps you can give me a tour? I have not been here for a long while; in fact, I am now late for a meeting with my Cardinal who improved upon this castle. I will give you one week to entertain me little Beth if you are sufficient in your duties I will find you a place in her Majesties rooms - if not you will have to return to wherever you fell from' he smiled at his own jokes but he had no idea how close to the truth he was. I fell here indeed, I thought smiling to myself.
As I followed his Majesty closely my mind was racing, Hampton Court still belonged to Cardinal Wolsey, which meant Henry was still married to Katherine of Aragon. I was a little dismayed I was hoping to see Anne Boleyn and for all I knew she might still be in France awaiting her return to court. Henry went into a meeting room and bade me to wait outside until he was finished I was well aware these meetings could last hours and grew bored and impatient within ten minutes. As each minute passed I tip toed a little further down the corridor to peer around at the castle, as it should be, I compared the castle I had left in 2008 to this and smiled. We were not far off the mark; father would give up his soul to see all of this. Suddenly I remembered father and set off at a run back to the stairs I fell down, I felt along the walls and found the latch quickly sliding into the staircase I stared up the concrete steps. Perhaps if I flung myself down them again I would be in the future once more -or I could die horrifically and never be found. I was not even sure if they knew this passageway existed in this time. I hated the thought of Dad running around this same castle searching for me - I wondered if my time had stopped, or if it was continuing, Perhaps there was a search for me? Whatever was happening there was nothing could do about it now, I was stuck in Hampton Court in a costume dress and nothing else. My things! I slipped back out of the stairwell and ran down the corridors almost knocking over some poor servant with a tray of drinks. I ran to the location of the staff door and found it to be an extension of the kitchen. I stared in wonder surely we wouldn't have knocked through the kitchen to make a staff room so how did we overlook this? I opened the door carefully and peered in to my surprise I found my suitcase sat there - as if it had intended to be there the whole time. That case was full of clothes, books and other items from hundreds of years into the future I could not risk it being found. Heaving it out of the room quickly I cursed my future self for packing so many things and set off as quickly as I could across the courtyard. In my struggle I felt my ankle give way as my foot was lodged in a dent in the floor I fell to the floor with a bang and felt tears creep up in my eyes, surely I had fallen over enough times today! I heard a heel click upon the cobble and stared forward as a red hem came into vision. I let my sight gaze up and stared at a beautiful woman, her skin was white and glossy, her hair dark and beautiful. Her eyes bore into mine and i stared bewitched at her, the B at her neck had me lost for words. 'Queen Anne' I cried and lowered my eyes instantly. Within a second I was ripped off my feet and held roughly up against a wall 'Who have you been talking to?' a voice dripping with anger demanded of me. 'What have you heard?' he snarled.
'George put her down' Anne's voice was silky and I felt Georges hand release me a little. I smiled in amazement that I was looking at George Boleyn, then was angry that he had mistreated me so, Forgetting where I was I flew into defence mode and crushed my heel into his foot as hard as i could, shoving him back a little my knee flew to his crotch and he was on the floor in agony. I stared down in horror at what I had done and looked to Anne for mercy, 'I am sorry, I am so sorry, I didn't mean to disrespect you or George I just�'
'You called me Queen Anne' she smiled, 'why did you think I was a Queen? Oh George get off the floor'
'I just.. I don't know.' I mumbled and stared at my feet, 'I fell, I was not thinking.'
'Oh I think you were thinking' she stared at me then at my case, 'What is that?'
'A bag. A new kind.' I realised I was in big trouble now, if that was opened I would have to explain many things. Anne eyed me suspiciously, 'You look tired' she announced, 'George fetch her bag, we must get this woman something to eat. If you will follow me to my rooms' she took me by the arms and realised it was not a question, more of a polite demand. I looked behind me to the rooms that Henry would be stood in and prayed he would not be too mad if he came out to find me gone.
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