Let the crystal fall Tag Richard INACTIVE

[ANNE SOPHIE PLANTAGENET]

It had been quite some time since she had talked to Richard. The nerve wrecking butterflies hitting her stomach as he son had gone away. How time had flown , the days numbered and she had her door opened. Her body walking around clad only in her dark underwear. Her hands holding a port as she sipped it quietly. She waited for the tear as she started to tug away the darkness from the room as she hissed at the light. She had been so affected by it that it shown so bright in her eyes.

She started to down the drink as she sighed and started to walk over towards her vanity and sat down. Her pearl earning clipped on to her ear as she was tired of this. She was tired of feeling ignored and not used. She was tired of everything and today she felt she had the courage to call it quits. But could she, she still loved the man and he was now even more distant to her than before. Standing she started to walk away.

Her body still half naked as she ran down the stairs and into Richards room. Her hands barging the doors as she started to bite her lower lip and started to walk over towards the sheets. By god it was six in the morning and they had not even discussed their problems but she was going to suggest therapy for that but no that would not do ever. Anyway she knew that sweet Richard was there. But she was going to act the tough part if she knew how to do it, if she still had it in her too.

Yes she was tired and maybe a little bit overly drunk but she was wanting attention. She could not handle this any more, then she feld away and back towards her room as she was now not so sure she wanted to face the truth. She had a double edged knife poking out and she did not know what Richard knew or did not know about what she had been up to these months that she had been away from his ever seeing eye.

[RICHARD PLANTAGENET]

It had been weeks since Richard and Anne had attempted to talk, both too proud, too stubborn, to let their guard down and attempt to resolve their differences. They had argued since their first fight - alternating between doing so and flatly ignoring each other. They had attended the New Year's Eve party together, but only as it was what was expected of them. They had entered together, smiled for the cameras, then gone their separate ways.

They had gone their separate ways both in public and in private. Although Richard was well used to having his various associates keep an eye on Anne when he could not - paranoid as he had become - as late he had done this less and less. This was mostly due to the fact that one such associate, a man by name of William Catesby, had been witness to the supposedly secret party Anne had attended not long ago - and had taken her close proximity to Hector Tormei as evidence of her professed infidelity.

It was Anne, however, who had made the distance between them not just emotional but physical - after their first fight they had reconciled, as loosely as the term reconciled can be used, but it was not long before their arguments continued and Anne elected to remove herself from her husband's presence further - furnishing one of the unused rooms on the upper floor as her bedroom.

Therefore, it was understandably a great surprise to Richard when he was woken from his fitful attempt to get a decent amount of sleep by Anne barging into his room.

At first it seemed the noise was part of his dream - the sound of gunfire, perhaps - yet he hadn't been truly asleep, rather in that state between waking and dreaming - the banging noise was all too real. He rolled over in bed to see where the noise had come from, only to see Anne retreating swiftly from the room.

He sat up, attempting to rub the sleep from his eyes with his good hand, as though still confusedly attempting to discern if this was a dream or reality. Why would Anne have come to him, and why now? They hadn't talked in weeks and...why was she only dressed in her underwear?

He shook his head, as though Anne's choice of attire was the final straw for his bewildered and weary state. In doing so his eyes happened to alight upon the clock on his bedside table - it had just gone six o'clock.

Richard considered ignoring what had happened and attempting to get back to sleep, but what was the point? He was awake now, if he did manage to sleep he'd simply return to the realm of his nightmares and he could not deny he was curious - and angry- about what had just occurred - how could he not be when he and Anne had hardly spoken, and she had been the one to move away?

He moved as swiftly as he could from the bed, pausing only to haphazardly throw on his dressing gown, exiting the room in pursuit of Anne. He caught up with her just as she reached the stairs, grabbing hold of her right arm with his good hand, he turned her to face him.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" he hissed, the question near identical to the one which had sparked their conflict weeks ago.

[ANNE SOPHIE PLANTAGENET]

She halted and snickered as she laughed and started to push herself towards the man that was still her husband. " Well that got your attention did it not " she said laughing as she was still under a grudge for having her son taken away so soon. Out of the country no less, but she had her part to play . She just needed some attention now and she was receiving it .

" I am tired of fighting with you , I want to come clean and have my husband again" she said and rubbed her fingers along his cheek. Yes she was in a mess , a alcoholic and she needed a drink .She also wanted to be able to walk. But oh Richards temper amused her a lot. To bad she was not in the mood to get angry. " I need a drink and a smoke " she suddenly said as she had remembered her little time with that police man and she could not even picture in her head what would Richard say to that.

To bad she was not going to tell him anything about that. But she was not scared. Maybe she was talking madness. But she was calm and she was not even going to show him that she was scared to confess a few things.

[RICHARD PLANTAGENET]

Richard was initially surprised when Anne laughed and moved closer to him, rather than trying to pull away, however what she had said was very true - she had indeed got his attention now. He did not laugh as she did, however - if anything her attitude had only served to incense him further.

"I am tired of fighting with you , I want to come clean and have my husband again"

This was a surprisingly revelation to Richard - as far as he had been able to determine, Anne had been enjoying her apparent freedom from his watchful eye - evidently, if his sources proved true - and was all too happy to continue professing her infidelity, pleased at the reaction to it she received from him.

But this had changed now. She had come to her senses. And yet, they were both so used to fighting with each other by now, was it possible things could return to the fragile, loving state they had been in before? Had they even being loving, had that all been a sham? If it had been, why would Anne have done what she did - it wasn't Richard's fault, she was the one who...

He ignored what Anne said next, instead choosing to focus on what she had said about coming clean. Yes, she would certainly have to do that, she would have to earn his trust. Then again, he didn't really trust anyone. The feel of her fingers caressing his cheek was one that had become unfamiliar and he could not deny he took pleasure in it. However he swiftly attempted to quell these forgotten emotions with his perpetual foul temper.

"You want to come clean, do you?" he said, mockingly. "My dear Anne, what could you possibly have to come clean about?" It was then that his voice changed, angrier now. "Your tryst with Hector Tormei, perhaps?"

Then, before she could attempt to protest,

"Don't tell me I'm wrong, Anne. I know it all, so don't you dare try to deny it!"