[TOTALLY AU THREAD: THE TUDORS, NP STYLE!]

[blackguardboyko]

You think you know a story, but you only know how it ends.
To get to the heart of the story, you have to go back to the beginning...

*EYES WIDEN CREEPILY*Boyko VIII, King of England, was ready for another night at the glamourous and splendid court of Whitehall Palace in his glowing capital of London. Fancifully decorated in his finery, and

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[hannah_salix]

Hannah, Duchess of Essex, was preparing for her first performance. She'd made sure to tie her corset extra tight so that she couldn't get nervous. This hadn't really helped her nerves but had done wonders for her cleavage. After all, who needed to breathe?

Oh Merlin she was nervous. Wait, Oh LORD she was nervous. The King was here, and Hannah had been explicitly told by her father that she was supposed to whore herself out to him. After all, what else were women good for? Oh that's right. KICKING ASS!

However, Hannah kept that last part to herself. Her best friend in the whole wide world was in this play with her. They'd practiced their lines together and were sure to be the stars of the performance.

And then she heard the sounds and the booming voice. THE KING WAS HERE! She curtsied with everyone else, and made sure to be in place for the play, whenever the king was ready. TIME TO BREAK SOME LEGS.

[anora_bee]

Anora, Duchess of Suffolk, had been in many of the plays from the castle as her father had always encouraged her to embrace the arts. So she was not as nervous as her dearest friend Hannah, but she was feeling a little lightheaded due to her chambermaids pulling her corset so bloody tight. Ah well, the better to impress the king with! The announcement was made that His Royal Highness would be arriving within the next few minutes, so they were all to get into their placess POST-HASTE.

"Good luck, ladies!" Anora whispered, rushing to her place with a great swooshing of her skirts.

[blackguardboyko]

King Boyko sauntered into the banquet hall, feeling as grandiose as he ever had. It was time to see his masterpiece put on display in a great extravaganza of beautiful women. Of course, being the great womanizer sovereign of his time it was only natural to expect that he would be getting his boystown men to request the presence of one (or if he was in the mood, two) women in his bedchamber that evening ;D

But he would think about that later, now it was time to enjoy the performance! King Boyko stood up to address his subjects. The room fell instantly silent as a presence like Boyko's demanded attention. "My lords and ladies!" he called out graciously, with sweeping hand gestures. "Welcome to WHITEHALL!" This was of course, met with raucous cheering and as he sat down with a cordial wave a stout man with a jester hat bustled out to the middle of the floor and introduced the play.

[hannah_salix]

Hannah's eyes were briefly drawn to one of the musket boys, but she ignored him once the king was talking. THE KING! This was by far the most exciting experience of her young life.

The play was getting started, so Hannah walked up to the castle with all the other graces. She found her spot up there and waited for the introduction of the other characters. However, her eye wandered and she could not keep her eye off the King! THE KING! The mere thought of him made it hard for her to breathe. Well, either him or the corset.