Yeah I’m at home for the second weekend going. I like home it’s comfortable and a hell of a lot better than being in my flat

Well I’ve kinda started writing something…like a story, I think its good. I’m not sure. An author can never know if their work is good until someone reads it. I’m pretty into writing it. It just started off one evening after I watched The Tudors and kinda escalated into more and more.

To know the end of a story you need to start from the beginning. Only then can you understand the true meaning of what is being told. How it began justifies how it will end. And how it ends is nothing but The End.

It all started with two sisters. The elder and the younger. The wife and the mistress. The Queen and her Maid of Honour.

The King, a ravishing young man who always considered The People before considering his own people, was also a greedy man. He was not merely content with one sister, oh no he wanted both. No sooner had he consummated the marriage of his beloved Queen he consummated his unofficial marriage to his Sister-in-Law.

Night after night he made love to his Queen before leaving her chamber to make love to his other Queen. His heart desired the other whilst the court desired the one.

But the other fell pregnant before the one. She was to be banished from court until the birth of her child, and if it was a boy then the King would grant her return but if it was a girl she was to remain banished until the one fell pregnant.

And this is where our story begins, with the other, named Belle. Sweet Belle, kind beautiful Belle. Belle who could speak no wrong but who suffered so dreadfully when she should have been the one.

“My lady I bring news from your sister” Grace announced bowing slightly and handing a cream letter, wax sealed with the royal mark, to Lady Belle. Belle smiled and reached a hand out for the letter. She could not lean forwards much, as her pregnant belly was so big now it was becoming impossible to move at all.

The fire crackled in the hearth beside Belle but gave great warmth to her as she suffered so dreadfully from the cold. More from her own sorrow then the cold itself.

Grace retreated back beside the bedroom door and watched as Belle first stroked the seal and then kissed it.

“I have so missed my sister, the King banned her from communication with me in case I let slip the father of my unborn child” Belle laughed softly “As if a person like me could ever cause that much harm to my own blood” Grace did not like to tell Belle that she had possibly already caused that harm by sleeping with the King in the first place. Belle knew these thoughts, as the same thoughts troubled her every night as she lay awake.

“What does it say my lady?” Grace asked cautiously. Belle did not mind Grace talking boldly in fact Belle welcomed it.

“Come Grace sit beside me, I will not have you freeze by the door” Belle smiled her gentle smile and pulled the chair in front of her nearer with her bare foot. Grace bowed her head and proceeded to sit beside Belle. “Much better, I do hate you acting like my sister’s lady, you are my friend and deserve to be by my side” Grace smiled and squeezed Belle’s hand. Belle returned the smile and the squeeze before hurriedly opening the letter.

let me know what you think yeah?
cool beans
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