Francis Kirke Posted December 21, 2022 Share Posted December 21, 2022 Quote Located in the Lower Ward, St. George's Chapel was the main place of worship for Windsor Castle. It falls directly under the jurisdiction of the monarch, as Head of the Church, and is also the chapel of the Order of the Garter. The Chapel was built from the 15th to 16th centuries in the Perpendicular Gothic style as an expansion and rededication of the 13th century Chapel of St Edward the Confessor. The Chapel suffered a great deal of destruction and looting during the English Civil War, but saw extensive repairs with the Restoration of King Charles II. The Chapel is governed by the Dean and Canons of Windsor, while the day to day running is the responsibility of the religious College of St George. The Chapel is composed of two parts, the Nave and the Quire. As you ascend the shallow stone steps to the entrance, you are greeted by the sight of the great West Window, composed of seventy-five separate lights, or panels, and said to be third largest stained glass in England. Passing through the wooden double doors, you enter the Nave, its pale stone floors and walls dappled with a myriad of colors from dozens of additional stained glass windows in the clerestory. High above soars the ornate, fan vaulted ceiling, which echoes with the heavenly sound of the Chapel Choir, in existence since 1348. The long aisle leading to the Quire doors is lined with dozens of pews, each sporting a floral wreath hung in anticipation of the more splendid décor that will be installed for the Royal Wedding. The Organ Loft stands above the Quire doors, and is elaborately carved in the Gothic style from dark wood. There are also two chantries, one of each side of the Nave, which offer a more private location for prayers and small services. Within the Quire, the Gothic woodwork of the Organ Loft is continued and multiplied in the fifty stalls installed for the Knights and Canons. When the Monarch bestows the Order of the Garter, a stall is provided for the Knight for the duration their life. A bronze Stall Plate, illustrating their Arms and titles, is fixed to the back of the stall and remains in place after their death. The heraldic banners of the Knights are also hung above the stalls. There is a separate Sovereign’s stall located just to the right of the entrance to the Quire. At the front stands a gold gilt altar and painted altar screen, and a stone in the middle of the aisle marks the vault where King Henry VIII and King Charles I are buried. After his meeting with Arlington, Francis needed some quiet. He could not stand the idea of being surrounded by courtiers who were probably thinking horrid things about him if not talking about him outright. The only place for such a thing would have been his yacht on the water, where there was his small crew to contend with, or the chapel. He did not even have rooms to return to for solace as he shared those with Buckingham. He was not in the mood for pep talks from the impervious Duke. Courtiers tended to not be the most religious bunch and especially not in the middle of the day, so the chapel it was for his destination. Perhaps he would go back to Windsor town later...maybe see Sophia. He had not checked in on her since returning from Scotland. The next day he would be on display all day for whatever His Majesty wished, as the King never simply stayed inside, and he wouldn't be able to escape it then, but for now he could. He walked through the myriad of colors cast from the stained glass, probably bathing his blond locks in a gem-colored rainbow, and down the aisle. He knew where Buckingham's stall was located as a Knight of the Garter, and he lingered outside that for a moment, looking at the family arms. Even with being honestly and legally - with church law considered - his true father's son, legitimately, there was a piece of him that felt...different. Maybe he wouldn't if the broadsheets had never cried upstart. However, now, for the first time in his life, he felt like perhaps he might actually be one. Like he might actually be aiming for something he wasn't worthy to receive. At least, many others would feel that way even if a marriage was satisfied between his parents. But now, even still, Francis Kirke would not have been worthy of the Earldom of Kingston. Not with such a 'father' as Charles Kirke. Could he truly blame the nobles who felt that way? Sure the man had been a villain, that could be overlooked in the nobility as plenty were villainous, but he had been little more than a landed country gentleman beyond that. He stirred issues of Kirke, and he harked back to bad feelings about the upstart rise of the 1st Duke of Buckingham. He knew it should not bother him, these fucking broadsheets, but they greatly did. Even though rare at court these days, his honor was important to him, and it was being dragged through the gutter. He was only worthy of anything as Francis Villiers...and even once he was that there would be talk...different talk...but talk nonetheless. He wasn't a coward either and it was all a minor pain to give his true father a well-deserved legacy. If Francis the First could get hacked to bits and then mutilated literally with blades, Francis the Second could hardly balk from getting hacked to bits and then mutilated figuratively with quills. He pat his hand absently on the wood and then moved away from Buckingham's stall, looking around for a moment before sitting in the nearest pew with an exasperated and weighty sigh. He needed to pull himself together. On a ship when things turned dire, God was there, and while Francis was not the most pious man, and enjoyed his entertainments and hedonism, he had always taken comfort in that. Every sailor did. He could try and take comfort in it now, in this ridiculous social squall with which he found himself beset. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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