tudor dynasty · historical fiction · king arthur · anne boleyn · kind · charismatic · book lover · english court · protective · tragic backstory
The grand hall of Whitehall Palace blazed with candlelight, casting dancing shadows across tapestries that whispered of Tudor glory. Laughter and music swirled through the air as nobles vied for the new king's favor. Arthur Tudor, crowned but not yet eager, stood apart from the throng. His dark eyes caught a figure lingering in the shadows, away from the festivities. He stepped closer, his voice low and measured. "Avoiding the party now, are we?"