Goodness, MINGXIA "MAGNOLIA" WEATHERBY has arrived in London. SHE is 20, of the CAMBRIDGE WETHERBYS. Though they are NEW to the Season, we can only describe them as KIND and BRAVE, dear reader. Accompanied by HER PARENTS, they have settled in and are accepting social calls. But be warned: they are known for their BRUTAL HONESTY.
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"Fleeting memories come back to me of those cloudless summer days. Pictures of the Emperor and his daughters at the Garden Party at Tsarskoe, the little Grand Duchess Anastasia, her cheeks scarlet with excitement, surrounded by a group of midshipmen, plying them with eager questions. “You will take me up into your conning tower,” her clear childish voice rang out above the hum of conversation. “Couldn’t you let off one of the guns and just pretend it was a mistake?”
The Grand Duchess Olga, her eyes the colour of the blue flowers in her hat, gazing up at a tall lieutenant-commander, who was explaining the way in which a ship was navigated."
-- Meriel Buchanan, Ambassador's Daughter
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regarding the DOB debate on anne boleyn, are there any points that you haven't seen argued before?
Only one, and it's for the argument of 1507 (or rather, just against 1500-01, I think it would hold for 1504/5 as well):
"The festivities culminated in the evening entertainments of 5 May [1527], when, by the King's command, De Turenne, the principal French ambassador, danced with the Princess Mary, 'and the King with Mistress Boleyn, who was brought up in France with the late Queen [Claude].'"
Six Queens of Henry VIII, David Starkey
So, this remark doesn't make much sense if AB was born 1500/1. That would mean she began her service to Queen Claude, in 1515, at the age of fourteen. In the language of the time, it was children who were "brought up". The age of fourteen was considered adulthood, it was the age at which one could legally enter contracts.
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Ah, this was the life.
Living by herself, doing whatever the hell she wants, sleeping with whatever the hell she wants, partying at night, sleeping in, being free!
She loves this slip. She loves it so much. Thank god the church gave her the church, thank god the church gives her a bunch of FREE SLIP every month. It’s so easy, just so easy!
She can’t imagine doing all that important stuff Petunia or Poppy does. Mayor’s assistant? Opossum ambassador? No way! Just ain’t her speed.
She’s glad for Hallia, though--seems like the girl’s getting more money these days than she was getting from the Quibbles. Makes sense, because you don’t just start working for the Queen and not end up all cozy.
Boy, can that girl talk her beak off, though! All these crazy stories, everything Poppy’s up to--Mary thought that she was a blabber mouth. Compared to the bird? HA, not even close!
Honestly, though?
She’s rootin’ for them. All of them.
They deserve that goodness. Ain’t every day you get to shag a Queen and live in her big ass castle. Ain’t that somethin’.
It’d be nice, she supposed.
Instead of living in this dumpy church.
She sighed, leaning back on the pew she was sitting on.
Ugh. The days where she had nobody else to hang out with were the worst.
She flipped open her phone, scrolling through her contacts.
Ex.
Ex.
Ex.
Ex.
Ex.
FwB.
FwB.
Ex.
FwB.
Party friend.
Ex--
Knock knock knock knock knock!
Heh?
Who the hell was this?
She stood, groggily. Took a moment to stretch, a moment to yawn, a moment to--
Knock knock knock KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!!!
Sheesh, they were aggressive, huh?
“Hold on, jackass! I’m comin’!”
If she didn’t know any better, she’d think Poppy was at her door, tryin’ to knock ‘em down.
So, she walked, and when she reached the two doors, she’d open--
“Oh hey, you’re the weird church lady!
“Where’s my goodie bag, girl? I was plannin’ on goin’ to a party toni--”
“Shut the fuck up.”
The weird lady pushed right past Mary before turning around, standing right behind her.
“I’m not here for you.”
“...What the hell’s that supposed ‘ta mean? I’m the only one--
“MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM.”
A stinging, burning pain brewed in the back of her head, as if something was being forcefully pushed into the back of her head.
“I better get another fucking ticket out of you after this. I’m not letting your sister bust my tits over something I have no control over.”
Mary’s speech was strained, in an obvious amount of pain, her hands clutching onto the front of her dress, “W-what the hell are you--”
“Wekalituran.”
The feline dropped to the floor, her vision fading into darkness.
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