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    “ I believe I have never heard such blasphemes being spoken on sacred ground. ” The former countess genglected towards the altar, eyes low with a tilt of her head but fixated upon the crucifix upon the wall, before rising once again to tread careful and quiet footsteps upon the marble ground to take a place of her own at a pew. “ I beseech you forgive my intrusion, alas you seem extremely distressed and I could not forgive myself if I were to pass by without offering aid. ” The dark gaze of Anne Boleyn remained focused upon the religious shrine throughout, nimble fingers moving to make the sign of the cross upon herself before hands joined together as though in prayer. “ Has someone here present upset, your Grace? A particular person of the protestant faith, I suppose? ”

          elisabeth wondered at her new companion— wondered if she welcomed the intrusion, or would rather have been left alone. madame boleyn was a well-noted figure at court, one elisabeth could admire for her courtly elegance. her delicate hands clutched the prayer bench in front of her, white-knuckled in her grip. she thought again of her words, knew that if her parents had been alive and present that they would have scolded her for them. but her temper was known to reach feverish heights, and no one or no place was spared, even hallowed ground.

          so she bowed her head again, sending up a silent prayer for forgiveness. such obscenities neither benefited nor befit a woman of her class and breeding. “lady northumberland— i hope you will forgive my brief slip of composure.” loathe as she was to admit it, elisabeth was deeply rattled. “my home and coronet have become deeply disturbed by the violent protestant and lutheran states surrounding it.” elisabeth pressed her lips together into a thin line. “i now begin to wonder if god is testing me and my conviction in our holy mother church.”

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          elisabeth was perplexed— and hated the feeling. she had become a strange paradox in the recent months. she had wealth, a title, lands and loyalty. security in both her past and her future, from noble ancestors to her three sons, healthy and strong. and yet...

         ...and yet, there was the uncertainty of her present, an anxious, pressing feeling. she wished she could know what the almighty had in store for her, but as she knelt at a pew in hampton’s chapel, seeking answers, she found none. a low, faint snarl rumbled at the back of her throat, her frustration finding an escape hatch in the quiet stone room. “damn them. damn luther, damn calvin, damn zwingli, damn all those protestants straight to hell with no chance at purgatory,” she half-growled, half-whispered.

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      Birds dropped near her feet to nibble at the sweet pastry which she’d spitefully crumbled in her grasp, the moment the lady who had gifted it to her turned away. The russet-haired maid had observed the flatness of Arabella’s stomach and suggested the dessert as a way to increase her chances of pregnancy. Although, it was likely only to give her a round waist from enjoying too many sweet treats.  Hot fury had burned behind her polite mask, and she had taken the pastry with a small smile. But as she stood with her hands sticky from the residue to the crumbled pastry, she could not help the irritation which washed its way through her body. It only made her want to delay even longer. People ceased to respect her until she delivered a child, and she refused to do such a thing until she had their respect. She was more than just a broodmare for her husband’s bloodline. 

The sound of footsteps caused her to turn, a relaxed expression painted on her petite features as she offered an apology, “ I had the misfortune of dropping a pastry I was gifted,” she explained, glancing down at the stone floor. She ought not to owe an explanation, but people had a terrible habit of judging, something which she herself was not opposed to doing. “ I do believe it may have been a sample for one of the wedding desserts, ”  she added, hoping to divert attention back to the most riveting gossip at court, her cousin’s marriage. 

           elisabeth had a rather time-consuming bad habit— she wandered. it would often take hold of her, the urge to roam, whenever a particularly nasty problem arose. somehow, she could meander for hours at a time, achieving nothing but sore hands from all her wringing of them. she had been told she lost much of her usual softness, something that she despised appearing as. what use was there in softness, when she must rule with an iron fist?

          but her countenance quickly gathered its usual neutral expression once her inner tirade was interrupted— something of little consequence, yet something that the fates had used to distract her even further. 

          “you must have a fine taste for these things, madame, if you are being given a sample of the spread—” a dark brow raised, a faintly friendly smile growing— “though it is a pity about the dessert.”

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@julianhabsburg

          she stormed along, heels clicking rapidly against the stone floors. it was still early, but she had matters to attend to. a letter from the cousin she had placed as regent of bavaria had arrived this morning, and its contents had set her eyes ablaze. bursting through the doors of her secretary’s temporary quarters, she threw the letter down in fury before the man, already scribbling away. “read this,” she demanded.

          she barely gave him a heartbeat before launching into her tirade, for she was not a patient woman. “my cousin must be insane,” she fumed. “zwingli may be a heretic and a madman, but he and i can agree on one thing: the swiss mercenaries are brutes and thugs at best, and we will most certainly not be calling them to our doorstep for their skillset.” she spat the last words, pacing in furor. she gave little heed to the rest of the room as she hissed, “i begin to doubt my regent’s loyalties.”

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          ☆ ━ ━ OUT OF THE WAY ! can’t you see ELISABETH VON WITTLESBACH, the DUCHESS of BAVARIA coming this way ? 

I hear SHE is AMBITIOUS, but also CRUEL. SHE seems to remind everyone of HEAVY BROCADE SILK, THICK DARK BRAIDS, .&. ROPES OF PEARLS. hopefully one day SHE will succeed in HER ambition to SECURE HER HOME IN BAVARIA, but then again, the court is a dangerous place. one can only hope SHE will keep HER head… ( MARINA ALEKSANDROVNA )

ELISABETH VON WITTLESBACH, DUCHESS OF BAVARIA

duchess suo jure

bad bitch running the show

or at least trying to get back in control of it

catholic monarch surrounded by protestants

is in england to secure military backing so that bavaria can remain catholic and secure

seeks either royal intervention, or a marriage of convenience to secure her army

wants to return to bavaria at all costs

only child, but has three sons (triplets!) of her own from a previous marriage

an absolute drama queen, does The Absolute Most

pages will be up soon!

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Marina Aleksandrova as Catherine the Great on set of season 3 “Ekaterina” - 01/12/2018

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