Time for Words, tag: Edward

[Elizabeth Cromwell]

Elizabeth stayed sitting in the chair by the fire. She was waiting for Edward to come. Much was on her mind. Their engagement was plaguing her mind and right now she just wanted to talk to him. Beth wanted their marriage already but she had not seen Edward in a while.

Her position shifted and she got up to grab a goblet of wine from a nearby table. The waiting part was always something she didn't look forward to for anything. Her skirts moved back to the chair and some of her dress trailed behind her. She sat down into the chair again her fingers grasping the goblet. Elizabeth brought the goblet up to her lips and took sip of the wine. It tasted wonderful but it burned her throat all the same.

Elizabeth was becoming impatient but she twisted her fingers around the rim on the goblet. She heard a door open and continued to sip her wine until she heard him speak....or at least someone. "Hello?"

[Edward Stafford]

Edward had to admit that it was strange coming back to the hustle and bustle of the court after such a long absence, everything seemed strange to him and there were many notable disapearances from court as well as arrivals. It probably had something to do with what had occured between the monarchy during his leave, according to sources Princess Mary was now to be Queen. Edward wasn't quite sure how he felt about that, after all he was a protestant and she a catholic but somehow that had ceased to matter in the last few months. His father, however, had had much to say on the matter. A little too much perhaps.

Pulling the cuffs of his gloves, he began to feel steadily more nervous the further he got to reaching Beth's rooms. Beth. He hadn't seen her in so long....it was shameful really, considering that they were engaged after all. Then again, his disapearance was the least of his shames. Clearing his throat as he came face to face with the door to her room, he rolled his eyes at his lack of masculinity and instead simply opened the door and let himself in. Beth appeared to be sitting with her back to the door, drinking. He wondered for a moment how long she'd been there, drinking. It worried him slightly, even though he somehow knew that she would have been sensible enough not to over-indulge. "Beth...is that you?"

[Elizabeth Cromwell]

Elizabeth sprung up as soon as she heard his voice. It had been a long while since their last meeting. She had missed him a lot and now she would be able to finally spend Christmas with him. This made her happy since it would be their first of many. "EDWARD! I've missed you!" She said smiling widely at him.

As she faced him Beth was trying to at least keep some of her decorum with her but she knew it was going to fail anyway. So she rushed forward and wrapped her arms around him in a hug. She had missed him and it was great to see him. "I've missed you. You have been gone too long." With another smile she gently kissed him.

[Edward Stafford]

It was as if the very sound of his voice had been a catalyst of some sort, a miracle which woke her from her slumper, it was wonderful the way she had come alive as soon as she had heard from him. It only made him feel more and more guilty for going away in the first place.... if she knew what he'd done.... but no. He must keep a hold on himself, she never would find out and life would return to normal for him and they would be happy. As she rushed towards him, enveloping him in an embrace, he struggled to keep his footing and would have fallen backwards had it not been for his own eagerness to hold her in his arms again. Wrapping his arms around her waist and supporting her back he held her to him as if at any moment she might disapear in a puff of smoke. Lowering his head to hers he returned her sweet kiss and then drew back to look upon her beautiful face. And oh! It was beautiful.... "I have missed this face of yours, my dear Beth. It feels as though we have been parted for much longer...." His eyes met wth hers and he looked into the perfect brown of her irises before holding her to him again.

His eyes closed, he buried his face in her golden locks of hair and said nothing for the longest of times before he drew back again and released her from his grip. Marching past her he made his way over to where she had been seated moments before and bent to sniff the goblet she had been drinking. So it was wine, naturally, though it didn't appear to be the strong stuff. Shame, he could really use some right now. "How have you been keeping yourself in my absence?"