[ Of course the Lord Rochford, yes she knows, and she resists the urge to gag at being reminded. Mark Smeaton, the fool, of course. The others she would laugh at if the situation were not so serious. Could Mark have been the one to doom her with his loose lips? Surely he wouldn't be so foolish, and even if Henry were jealous of a prior lover... To believe she would commit adultery? With them, with them? ]
Oh God. God have mercy on me.
[ She clutches both hands together, held to her chest, needing another moment before she opens her eyes to look to him. ]
Are...are all men to be found guilty? Are all of my charges to be met? Do...any defend my cause? [ Her father, her uncle, or Henry, please Henry. Please let this just be lies orchestrated by Mary, or even Cromwell, could that be possible? ]
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Oh God. God have mercy on me.
[ She clutches both hands together, held to her chest, needing another moment before she opens her eyes to look to him. ]
Are...are all men to be found guilty? Are all of my charges to be met? Do...any defend my cause? [ Her father, her uncle, or Henry, please Henry. Please let this just be lies orchestrated by Mary, or even Cromwell, could that be possible? ]