Audiobook narration
Description
Vocal Characteristics
Language
EnglishVoice Age
Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
British (England - Yorkshire & Humber) British (General) British (Received Pronunciation - RP, BBC)Transcript
Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
her uncle caught her attention and motioned with the crook of his finger for her to join him at his table. Catherine made her way over as inconspicuously as possible. She curtsied before the Great Duke, and he greeted her with a smile. Court life suits you knees, she noted, waiting for him to get to the point. Ah, things the same in the queen's rooms. His voice was so low she could barely hear him. Yes, the Princess Mary has spoken to her off the duke of Bavaria. She knows of it on that. The princess does not wish to marry him. She does not. He pinpointed that Andi from his smile. She knew he thought he had caught the princess in disobeying her father. What I meant to say is that the Princess Mary has reservations about the match. I doubt she would have a disobey the king as the queen's add anything to the king. Catherine shrugged. I don't think so. Perhaps she should be encouraged to do so, but he turned his pointed gays to her now, fully giving her his attention. She bowed her head apologetically. Perhaps she can stop the engagement. It would suit our purposes. Either way, At Katherine's inquisitive gaze, he graced her with an explanation. I am travelling to France to meet with the king and discuss a possible treaty. An alliance with the processed and Duke would not look good, and any further trouble between the newlyweds would be helpful, too. It was no secret that her uncle held to the Catholic faith in his heart, though he prayed according to the king's wishes. I'll do what I can. Good, he waved her away. Catherine walked away with a heavy heart. She struggled with what she was instructed to do. It sounded too dangerous, and she had just gained a foothold with Mrs Lowe. There was no reason for her to betray the queen by giving her bad advice. The next day, she realised she needn't have bothered with keeping her own mouth shut. For Lady Rochford was by an inside ready, with the suggestion that she should talk to the king about Princess Mary. I shall see and response was hesitant and non committal. Catherine hit a smile by searching through the box for another colour of thread. The queen was smarter than she looked, even in the short time since she had met him, she knew that Henry did not like to be crossed. Onda had been shocked to see the easy way the court kept lent. There was no red meat but plenty of chicken and other pheasant. The food was just a CZ rich and bountiful as ever before. She refused to touch many of the dishes and septic broth and bread. How did you keep lent in Cleaves? Catherine asked Mrs Lowe. Only fish and very plain food. Catherine nodded. She was starting to get a better picture of the strict world of Anne's upbringing. One day, the king announced he would visit to the Queen's Room in the evening, and her rooms were in chaos as her servant set about tidying up and arranging for extra tables and chairs to be brought in. The ladies change their gowns, and then they all waited patiently for his arrival. As he entered, everyone curtsied low. Catherine's attention was on the men who had joined him tow her disappointment. It did not seem Francis was among them. The king kissed Anne's hand on DH. She flushed at the contact, but had the good sense to smile at him and not pull away. Would you like to play cards? She asked him. They sat down at a table and began a game of scent. She won but had the good grace is to call for another game on DH this time Catherine, who stood behind her watch to make poor decisions in order to let her husband win. You must teach me to play, Your Majesty. His chest puffed out at the compliment on DH. For once, he smiled at her. I am the best. After all, they spoke amicably before the rest of the ladies and courtiers. Then he asked her if she would like to accompany him for a glass of wine in one of her more private rooms. Of course, they wouldn't be fully alone. Mistress. Slow motion for Catherine to follow them in holding the goblets on a silver tray while a man servant carried in the jug of wine. She stood with her back pressed against the wall, ready to serve. But listening to every word and watching every gesture you have befriended the Princess Mary. The statement almost seemed like an accusation. Yes, I hope that pleases you. I am surprised she would be so friendly to you and seemed to go back a comment at the insult. Anyways, I have been negotiating an engagement between her and the Duke of Bavaria. Perhaps you can speak to her to prepare herself for marriage. I know it has been put off for far too long. Catherine could sense the challenge in his voice, but an seemed unconcerned. Perhaps Princess Mary, but like someone else, the dukedom of Bavaria, very far. The king's grip on his goblet. Titan, What are you saying? Madam on met his fury head on. She would not be happy. Her happiness is in serving me and the country. Yes, of course. But perhaps another prince would be better on DH. Still did not look away. Now Katherine's eyes remained focused on a spot on the floor, ready for one of the king's rages. They told me you were dose, I'll madame, but I see that among the other lies you are not, he gulped down his wine. I only I'm looking for the best and was stumbling over her words now and you still can't speak English. The king was laughing at her now on disregarded his cruelty. I am learning the king through the goblet, and Katherine watched the precious metal bounce on the floor and roll into a corner. This was not the first time she had seen him in rage, and she pressed herself against the wall. The panel's digging into her back. Not fast enough, it seems. The king limped towards the door and throw it open to the courtiers. Outside, he pretended he was in a good mood, calling for an Bassett to play him a song and had not moved. But knowing they would talk if she did not reappear, she straightened her gown, smoothing her hands over the embroidered petticoat. Some more wine, Your Grace. Kathleen Ellis? No, and shook her head. No need. Catherine followed her out of the room.