Yes, my bestfriend came back with a challenge and so... here it is my new HenKat one-shot! This time she gave me 4 sentences: how are you? - maybe I'm just dreaming - is it true or false? - you can't really believe it!
I've tried to do my best, I hope you like it :)
Daydreaming
Catherine took a breathe and entered her chambers, where, according to her maid of honor, there was the King waiting for her. It had been years since Henry had last been there and she had stopped to hope that it was a "courtesy visit".
"Oh Henry, what pleasing visit, how are you?" asked not able anyway to mask a smile when she saw him in front of her.
"Very fine…" he quickly answered; therewas a smile on his face as well, but it was joyless at all "And yet, never as you" added in an ironic tone, giving her a quick look.
The Queen shook her head confused, she couldn't understand the reason of that sentence that seemed to be a scolding.
"Oh, don't be so surprised" he warned her looking away with an annoyed look "I've known from the horse's mouth of your pleasing encounter in your rooms last night with Thomas More.." revealed then ill concealing the irritation behind fake indifference.
Catherine found herself strangely to chuckle for the lack of grounding of that accuse. And not only because she had never been unfaithful to Henry, or because what was between her and Thomas was nothing more than a wonderful friendship, but first of all because she had spent all the previous night praying in the Chapel, and there were all her ladies plus bishop Fisher to confirm that.
"And what these sources would be… The Boleyns or Wolsey?" she asked then ironically.
The King looked down for a moment and she understood that she was right.
"Catherine… Is it true or false?" he asked again staring at her this time.
"You can't really believe it!" she exclaimed returning the look while a veil of disappointment crossed her eyes. She was more astonished now to see the man she shared the most part of her life with, believing she was really capable to betray her values this way, than hearing the turbid story that their enemies made her protagonist of.
Henry looked down again, actually he had no doubt at all and that interrogatory was nothing but a play his new role had to do. An occasion to understand how much his wife meant to him, because… True of false, he had simply become crazy.
She slowly approached him and at the familiar and yet so new touch of her hand, he didn't draw back. On the contrary, he looked up and smiled at her, for a moment. And the next moment he was kissing her.
"Maybe I'm just dreaming" Catherine thought, but didn't say it aloud, to not break the magic.
For that night she would have willingly continued to dream. Without sleeping.