Arrival She thought things might be better. Once she accepted the divorce, she..her own ladies..tried to tell her the worst was over. She'd gone to bed that night hoping to think better of things in the morning.
Yet she woke up to moving, found herself on a..ship, but ships couldn't float-they shouldn't float. For a moment, Anne thought she'd gone mad, that the strain from her failed marriage and the news of the divorce had strained her nerves to madness: her father had gone mad after all, there was fear it was catching. To compound matters, madness or not, she was still in her nightdress, in public-or so it looked like it.
Anne forced herself to move, arms wrapped around her as though to shield herself from the looks. This place..wherever it was, it wasn't England or even France or Cleves, and she couldn't think where else in her mind it would be.
She could feel the wind, the boat moving, see the boat coming to..shore? They were getting off, these strange people, and she had to move with them. Those on the docks seemed to have answers-maybe she could find a way back to England? Yet that would mean more people, and she was still half dressed.
Carefully, Anne stepped off the boat and towards the people to greet them. If she could find another lady, perhaps one amiable enough, maybe she would feel safe enough to go and find some proper clothing.
"I beg your pardon," She said, her german accent strong as a sign of nerves. She was given the package, but only looked at it long enough to know where she was to live. "But would you mind if I walk with you, I need to find this place here." She pointed to the address.
Getting started
So, she wasn't mad; that was something to be thankful for. Also to be thankful for was the lady-constable (Anne couldn't believe it, but she wasn't going to question either), who was willing to escort her to her lodgings and show her what and how things went. There were some of her gowns there, so she didn't have to worry about being indecent in this place-however strange. Though that still left the question of 'what now'?
Anne spent a quarter of an hour around her new home, before working the courage to go outside and walk around. Much as part of her wanted to remain holed up with her quarters, it was too lonely without her ladies. Maybe if she were to spend some time outside, she'll be able to make sense of this place?
Anne of Cleves | The Tudors
She thought things might be better. Once she accepted the divorce, she..her own ladies..tried to tell her the worst was over. She'd gone to bed that night hoping to think better of things in the morning.
Yet she woke up to moving, found herself on a..ship, but ships couldn't float-they shouldn't float. For a moment, Anne thought she'd gone mad, that the strain from her failed marriage and the news of the divorce had strained her nerves to madness: her father had gone mad after all, there was fear it was catching. To compound matters, madness or not, she was still in her nightdress, in public-or so it looked like it.
Anne forced herself to move, arms wrapped around her as though to shield herself from the looks. This place..wherever it was, it wasn't England or even France or Cleves, and she couldn't think where else in her mind it would be.
She could feel the wind, the boat moving, see the boat coming to..shore? They were getting off, these strange people, and she had to move with them. Those on the docks seemed to have answers-maybe she could find a way back to England? Yet that would mean more people, and she was still half dressed.
Carefully, Anne stepped off the boat and towards the people to greet them. If she could find another lady, perhaps one amiable enough, maybe she would feel safe enough to go and find some proper clothing.
"I beg your pardon," She said, her german accent strong as a sign of nerves. She was given the package, but only looked at it long enough to know where she was to live. "But would you mind if I walk with you, I need to find this place here." She pointed to the address.
Getting started
So, she wasn't mad; that was something to be thankful for. Also to be thankful for was the lady-constable (Anne couldn't believe it, but she wasn't going to question either), who was willing to escort her to her lodgings and show her what and how things went. There were some of her gowns there, so she didn't have to worry about being indecent in this place-however strange. Though that still left the question of 'what now'?
Anne spent a quarter of an hour around her new home, before working the courage to go outside and walk around. Much as part of her wanted to remain holed up with her quarters, it was too lonely without her ladies. Maybe if she were to spend some time outside, she'll be able to make sense of this place?