Love The Way You Lie
Dedicated to my Mum and Dad - Who adore this song.
Warning Violence and Language. I only own this song fiction!
Disclaimer- I do not own the Tudors. If i did Anne Boleyn and Henry VIII would still be in love, and Elizabeth I would still have her mum. I only own this song fiction.
Song: Love The Way You Lie- Eminem ft Rihanna.
Just gonna stand there and watch me burn
He stalked into her chamber, angry, hurt, bloodthirsty. How dare she ignore his letters. He said he was sorry. It wasn't his fault.
That's all right because I like the way it hurts
She sat quietly in the shadows, sewing baby clothes. Her ebony hair sat in long loose waves framing her creamy face. Her dainty fingers darted quickly with the needle.
Just gonna stand there and hear me cry
She looked up at her husband, tears running silently down her pale, pretty face. She bit her lip and she wiped them away, angrily. She had to be strong, for her baby, for her darling Elizabeth.
That's all right because I love the way you lie
He, that bastard, had betrayed her again. She looked him in the eye, her ice blue ones showing the hurt, the pain she felt at his infidelity. His infidelity with that blonde harlot, her family's rival.
I love the way you lie
He had told her, he was visiting their Elizabeth, their Beth but he had lied. He had went to see his lover, that damn blonde whore, Lady Seymour. How dare he use their Elizabeth as an excuse.
I can't tell you what it really is, I can only tell you what it feels like
And right now it's a steel knife in my windpipe
I can't breathe but I still fight while I can fight
"Baby" he said lovingly, the way he said it sounded fake. He touched her slightly too thin wrist. His dark blue eyes showing her his guilt for hurting her and his lust for the whore.
As long as the wrong feels right it's like I'm in flight
High off her love, drunk from my hate, it's like I'm huffin' paint
And I love it the more I suffer,
"Don't you dare 'Baby' me" she spat, pulling her arm away quickly. "Just go away, leave me alone" she whispered. "I know you were with her" she whimpered, hurt, broken. Angrily, he grabbed her forearm, painfully.
I suffocate
And right before I'm about to drown, she resuscitates me, she fuckin' hates me
And I love it, "wait, where you goin'?"
"I'm leavin' you," "no you ain't come back"
We're runnin' right back, here we go again
It's So insane, cause when it's goin' good it's goin' great
"Push off" she screamed, her hand over her stomach as if protecting it from it's own father. This was their SON and he would perfer that stupid, blonde, uneducated whore over her- his wife, the mother of his beloved children.
I'm superman with the wind at his back, she's Lois Lane
But when it's bad it's awful, I feel so ashamed I snap
"You can't tell me what to do, I'm your husband and your KING!" he yelled, grabbing her forearm again and harshly pulling her up, causing her yelp in pain and to almost trip over her long white dress.
Whose that dude? I don't even know his name
I laid hands on her
I'll never stoop so low again
I guess I don't know my own strength
She shrieked at him as he shouted hurtful words at her. "You good for nothing witch. You slut! I bet Beth's not even mine. She's Norris' or Smeaton or maybe even George's!"
Just gonna stand there and watch me burn
She cringed as that sentence hit her. "Of course she's yours, how could you suggest otherwise. WHY WOULD I EVEN SLEEP WITH ANYONE ELSE! I LOVE YOU" she screeched, shoving him away from her.
Well that's all right because I like the way it hurts
He pushed her backwards, causing her too light frame to fall onto a glass table, smashing it. A shard pierced her skin, making her cry out.
Just gonna stand there and hear me cry
He found he liked that sound. A sound of helplessness from his usually annoyingly educated, put together wife. Then the tears came, flowing down her pretty face as she watched him, wide-eyed as he sneered at her. Why me? she thought. Struggling she pulled herself up into a sitting postion, hoping, pleading to God that her baby was okay. His fist flew down.
Well that's all right because I love the way you lie
She covered her bloody nose before pulling her hand away. She stared at the startling red blood across her strikingly pale hand in wonder. She couldn't believe that the Henry who promised he'd love her forever would hurt her so badly. "Cromwell told me about Smeaton" he yelled. "Smeaton? Mark and I...you couldn't possibly consider...i wouldn't" she sobbed.
I love the way you lie
He snarled, angry that she was denying it. But then again she sounded truthful but his lover, Jane, she wouldn't lie to him and nor would Cromwell. WItchcraft, he thought, her witchcraft was tampering with his mind.
You ever love somebody so much you can barely breathe
When you with em you meet and neither one of you even know what hit em
Got that warm fuzzy feeling
She cowered as his bloodied fist came down and made contact with her face once again. "Please Henry, think about us, think about ELIZABETH, and our baby. OUR SON!" she sobbed, scared, her voice raising in octaves. He refused to listen to her useless pleads, thinking of how men wouldn't look at that beautiful face of hers if it was bruised and marked.
Yeah them chills used to get em
Now you're getting fuckin' sick of lookin' at em
You swore you'd never hit em, never do nothin' to hurt em
He looked down at his wife who was laying on the floor, unmoving. Blood splatted up her white dress. He thought about life had he not have married her. But then he'd would have Elizabeth, his jewel. Even himself, or Charles couldn't deny that Elizabeth was his. Even Mary knew it.
Now you're in each other's face spewin' venom in your words when you spit em
You push pull each other's hair
Scratch claw hit em throw em down pin em
She lay on the hard drafty floor, panting, trying to get her usual cool calcuating self back together. He had left a few minutes ago, possibly to release his rage of the rest of the court. 'I bet Beth's not even mine', the angry words echoed in her mind as she pulled herself up as gently as possible.
So lost in the moments when you're in em
It's the rage that's the culprit, controls you both
So they say it's best to go your seperate ways
Guess that they don't know ya
She wondered over to her large comfy bed and carefully lowered herself on there. Tear tracks stained her bruised cheeks as she shifted herself carefully, wincing at the pain in her stomach.
Cause today that was yesterday
Yesterday is over, it's a different day
Sound like broken records playin' over
A couple of hours later, Henry entered the chamber, passing the Doctor's knowing looks. The doctor knew to keep quiet about this. Gingerly, he sat on her bed, careful of her banaged legs. She had lost his son. And he knew it was his fault. "I'm so sorry" he whispered, kissing her forehead and leaving. Guilt gripping his heart as he promised himself he'd never do it again.
But you promised her next time you'll show restraint
You don't get another chance
Life is no nintendo game, but you lied again
Her cut hand lifted to her head where he had kissed her. She paused, fighting back more tears as she watched Lady Seymour enter the chamber carrying new clothes. Jane's eyes connected with her Queen's teary ones and for the second time that day, Anne wondered if she really wanted to be queen. Laying her head on the pillow, Anne drew back a breath and whispered silently to herself, "My greatest mistake was ever loving you".
Now you get to watch her leave out the window
Guess that's why they call it window pane
Character Names/What their called in the Song fiction
Anne/She/ Queen - Main Character - Female - Anne Boleyn, Queen Consort.
Henry/ He/ King - Main Character - Male - Henry Tudor (VIII), the King.
Blonde Whore/ Lady Seymour - Jane Seymour, Queen Consort.
Smeaton - Mark Smeaton, Queen's musician.
Cromwell - Thomas Cromwell, King's advisor.
Beth/Elizabeth - Elizabeth I, Henry VIII and Anne Boleyn's daughter.
Charles - Charles Brandon, King's best friend, Duke of Suffolk.
Mary - Mary I, Catherine of Aragon and Henry VIII's daughter.