Jane, physically, is petite, buxom, and has big crazy blonde curls. She was overtly sexual in Courtly Love, perhaps using her sexuality to prove that she really was all grown up. I mean, she's tiny and had gone from the care of her parents into the care of an elderly husband. I chose Heather Graham as the physical model. She has a somewhat childlike face, but there is nothing childish about her figure. Man. It was hard finding a not super sexy image.
I couldn't find a good scene that told us who Jane really was (besides a flirt), so I decided to interview her. I did not participate in the blogfest awhile back about interviewing your character, so this was fun.
Jane: Oh, no – of course we are friends still. She is just… distracted by her husband. Seriously, the two are like rabbits. I’ve begun coughing loudly before I enter any room. It’s rather disgusting.
Jane: I’m not saying I don’t enjoy myself – but I’ve never been besotted. Really, the way they look at each other and always find a reason to touch the other one, that’s a little ridiculous.
Jane: I was not unhappy. He was a kind gentleman. I think he was rather embarrassed about the whole thing. My parents owed him money, he wanted an heir to take over his landholdings and there weren’t a lot of options. I think he felt the distance in years between us as keenly as I did. But he was gentle with me.
Jane: No. Do you think I should?
Erin: Er… uh, well, society in your era did put the responsibility of fertility 100% on the woman.
Jane: Edward Ratclyffe. No, I did not wish to marry him, but that is neither here nor there.
Jane: Yes, I do. But this time I will choose for myself.
Jane: Frances has been tutoring me on ladylike behavior and courtly manners. When I go to court again, it will be when I'm ready to be a fashionable, sophisticated, and elegant lady. It seems I have a natural talent for seduction, but this time, they will have to buy the cow.
Erin: Jane, have you been in love before? Had your heart broken?
Jane: Well, Erin, I think our interview is done. You need to go work on Mary's story. I do miss her -- get her back to Holme Pierrepont as soon as you can. In the meantime, I'll lurk around the manor, work on my letters and study the classics -- a lady should be educated, you know. When you write my story, please humor me and do not dredge up my past. My story should be about my future -- the future that I am making for myself.
-blink - Jane disappears, presumably back to Holme Pierrepont, suspended in time on the fourth day of Christmas, 1572 (until I move the story along).