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Creative Writing: The Handmaid's Tale

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As the door opened and the Queen stepped inside with her most trusted Lady, Lady Jane, the two women each shared one another’s whispers and it was well known that another that was told to one the other would know within moments. The room bowed and curtsied in respect to the woman whose dark eyes searched the room for the only man that mattered. Not for her love for him but because of his sign of respect for her had been quickly diminishing. He was late and it displeased her greatly because it was in front of an audience. Esmeralda was a vain woman and put stock in the appearance of everything above all else. So much so that for a few months after her husband stopped his nightly visits she would mess up her bed and make it appear as if he had …show more content…

Listening absently, tho she was trying not to, to the conversation of the Queen and King the room took on an air of tenseness and unease and it was not til his Uncle was seated and conversations began once more that everyone seemed to move past it. Elizabeth felt her cheeks turn a deep shade of red as Lavister spoke of Flemming’s wife and she laughed. “Oh I am sure Lady Flemming is very lovely.” Flemming picked up his wine as he laughed at the girl’s kindness and shook his head. “No dear one, Lady Flemming is very rich!” All three of them laughed tho Elizabeth tried to hide it. “It is a very nice seat and you are both much better company then I have had in a long time.” She smiled towards them sweetly as she lifted her own glass of wine and sipped …show more content…

She wasn’t by nature a shy person but she also had never been skilled at speaking in large crowds like her elder brother Robert was. Her eyes turned towards Henry and those soft sparkling blue pools met his own as she smiled softly. Something about him made her feel as if no one else were in the room. Lifting the pale blue of her skirt she curtsied down softly bowing her head causing one of the red curls to fall against her bare neck the tendril curling against her cleavage. Rising back up she spoke to the whole room but her eyes stayed solely on him. “Lady Elizabeth Thornton from Staffordshire your

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