"Charles!" Henry said with a hint of annoyance evident.
"Your Majesty." Charles replied while moving closer so that he could hear the king. He was throwing one of his parties and there was plenty of his favourite thing, women.
"I am much disappointed Charles!" Henry stated not turning to look at him as he spoke. "There are no ladies here which catch my eye!"
" Your Majesty may I offer you a suggestion?" Charles said knowing to well what he was going to ask of his majesty. Henry nodded his head as Charles proceeded. "There have been many rumours your majesty, of the most beautiful woman in all the land is to appear in court next week. The Duke of Sheffield, Sir Robert Lawfords' daughter Lady Isabelle. I am told she is the most exquisite creature."
"To the point Charles!" Henry interrupted.
"Maybe you could wait until tomorrow, I'm sure you'll find her pleasing to your eye!"
"Your Majesty, Sir Robert Lawford The Duke of Sheffield!" Announced a man who could not be seen from anywhere in the court room. The tall, athletic and fairly youngish man breezed into the crowed room and bowed elegantly in front of his royal highness.
"May I introduce my daughter Isabelle!" Sir Robert spoke then moved to the side. In she walked, her chocolate very long locks flew behind her, her piercing green eyes shone like emeralds. She was the vision of dreams, her face was perfectly in proportion and the lips were full and red.
Henry's eyes wandered down her body, pert breasts and a tiny waist made him hot at the collar.
"Your Majesty!" She spoke, her voice like lark song and as she lowered it gave Henry a better look of those breasts that he had longed for, as he hadn't seen them for nearly two weeks.
"Tell me, Do you play cards Lady Lawford?" He asked, pleading to God that the answer would be yes.
"I do your majesty, although I do beg of you to please call me Isabelle!" She smiled, her eyes gleaming with joy and pleasure.
"Very well Isabelle, would you care to have a game now?" Henry asked, catching a glimpse of Charles beaming from ear to ear.
"If your majesty so wishes." Isabelle replied. Henry showed her to another room where there was a huge burning fire and a soft glow filled the room.
Isabelle peered over the cards she was holding in her hand.
"What age are you Isabelle?" Henry quizzed.
"I am 16 your majesty!" She replied whilst picking up another card. The glow made her skin look like she had been in the Spanish main for two months. Of course Henry won the game.
"Are you a Catholic?" He asked, she nodded.
"Do you follow all of the Bible's teachings?" She nodded once more.
"Pardon me for being forward you majesty, but are you trying to inquire whether I am a virgin? If so then of course I am! I believe that you have to be in love to have those kind of relations." Isabelle said confidently. It was apparent that she was extremely well educated and intelligent through just one statement. Henry was not about to be played for a fool though.
"I must ask, do you love your King?" He stared and watched her face as she worked out her answer.
"Of course your majesty!" Isabelle said. He leaned forward and removed a wave of hair that had fell into her face. He leaned in even closer until her was just a few inches from her face. He tilted her head to the side and slowly wet his lips. Then, he kissed her. Just one single kiss, that seemed to last for a lifetime.
"Charles! She's perfect!" Henry said as his friend entered the room. Still grinning he poured himself and his majesty some wine.
"I told you to trust me!" He laughed.
"I do not have one single doubt now!" Henry replied as he stood. "Arrange for her to come hunting tomorrow, she must get to know the court better! Have the stable boy give her my mare, I have the feeling she'll enjoy it's ride." Spoke the king. Charles done what he was told and left immediately.
It was a cold winters morning, yet the sun was shining brightly in the sky. The song from birds twittering in the trees made there was to Henry's ears as he waited for her. It was obvious that he was becoming agitated, not to start the hunt but to see her again. He long to lay his eyes upon such a beautiful face, such a vision of perfection.
"Your Majesty!" She said appearing from the door. Henry spun on his heel and gracefully bowed back.
They mounted their horses and set off. Henry noticed that Isabelle rode like a man, she had both her legs wrapped around the horse instead of the way that woman were meant to ride. It wasn't long before the hunt dispersed, seeing as Henry like to be the winner at the end of the day the others would usually all retreat and sit by the stream. Although this day there was not going to be a reward well, at least the animal kind. Henry had mapped out the day's events in his head and vastly made his first move.
"Do you like your horse Lady Isabelle?" He asked. She knew, she knew what he was up to. Maids at her house told her not to fall for his charm. Had she? Had she fell for his majesty after one meeting? Was she enjoying herself? No. She was a virgin and would remain one until she found her one true love, she was not about to become one of the Kings whores.
"Very much so your Majesty!" She replied, for a moment she tried to keep her guard up but he tore it back down.
"Good, she's yours milady!" Henry spoke, placing a hand on her shoulder. He could still feel the soft fur of her coat through his thick leather gloves.
"Your majesty I couldn't possibly take h…" She was in the middle of her sentence when Henry stopped her.
"Isabelle! She is a gift and I will not tolerate you giving her back, I would perceive that as your token in saying you do not love me and you spoke the opposite last night. "
"Thank-you your majesty, what could I give you as a gift? To show my gratitude!" Asked Isabelle, hoping he would not say the obvious, although she was beginning to want him more, she had never felt like this. Such a feeling of lust for his majesty, was this feeling wrong? Was she sick?
Without answering he dismounted his stallion and walked over to her, holding out his hand to help her down. She fell into him and she dismounted and he guided her away, away into the forest.
"Your majesty where are we going?" Isabelle asked nervously, her father had always told her never to go into any woods on her own. They held dark, evil entities that prayed on young girls if they were to venture. She was safe with Henry though, or so she thought.
Her small frame brazed up against a tree, it's cold bark making it's self apparent through her thick dress. Henry's arms were either side of the tree and he was bearing down on her. They were almost the same height and as he gazed into her eyes he saw the hidden lust that was deep within her.
He pulled up her dress, exposing the nakedness of her leg. She remained still and they held each others gaze. Slowly he pulled her leg up onto his own hip and ran his fingers down her the tanned flawless skin.
"Your majesty." Isabelle said in a breathy and unsure voice. He inched his hand even further, then further, then further still. His hand was hovering over her most intimate part. Then as Isabelle drew a breath he slipped a finger. To say he was pleased was under exaggerated. He removed it then turned away from her.
"Is there anything else your majesty?" Isabelle asked fixing her dress.
"Milady your are indeed telling me the truth, you are a virgin and are as tight as the day god gave you life. I am very pleased that you did not lie to me and I cannot wait to take you as my mistress. Now milady Isabelle we must return."
"Lady Lawford the King wishes you take this as a gift." Charles Brandon spoke as Isabelle raised out of her chair to meet him. Another lady was present and she was showing the beautiful red satin dress to Isabelle.
"Tell his majesty that I thank him most graciously. Tell me, how are you milord?" she asked, genuinely taking an interest into his well being.
"Very well Lady Lawford." Brandon replied smiling.
"And your family, am I right in saying your wife is once again with child?"
"Yes milady, she is almost full way. My son is eight now."
"It's been to long since I saw him last, I bet he is just as handsome as his father!" She giggled.
"I wouldn't like to brag." He laughed back, knowing fair well that he was and would be as much of a hit with the ladies as himself. He walked over to the empty chair beside where Isabelle stood and withdrew it from under the table, signalling for her to sit she did so then he sat himself down on the chair beside her.
"Milady, the king wishes to visit your chambers tonight." Charles spoke softly, his eyes squinting.
"I see," Isabelle huffed. She was used to her father sending away here admirers but they were not the king. She couldn't say no to such a man for she was scare of the consequences. "what for?" she asked innocently, she was brought up with strict religion and she was still only a child, she did not know of the things his majesty got up to. Through gossip and rumours she knew about his mistresses and lovers but she did not think they were true.
"Elizabeth, why do you think that king wants to come here tonight?" She asked one of the maids. Since she'd been here his majesty had sent maids to look after her. Elizabeth Fanning was once his majesty's mistresses in waiting but was dropped after he started with Lady Margret of Buckingham.
"I dare not say milady." She replied in her lower and ruff sounding voice. Here voice was not what you would imagine for such a good looking lady. Isabelle shot her a look and she proceeded. "Maybe he want's to …"
"Lady Fanning!" Oliver Cromwell shouted from the door. Isabelle loathed Cromwell, she had the feeling that he poisoned the kings mind and was running havoc with the kingdom. He was smart yes, but when it came down to his looks, he looked no better that a horse.
"Milady Lawford, how are you enjoying your stay?" He asked trying to be polite.
"I am very much pleased and happy Mr Cromwell." Isabelle replied sincere but not wishing he stayed for much longer.
"I bid you goodnight then milady." He said then he returned out the door. What a weird encounter, she realised seconds later why Cromwell had asked her about her stay, his majesty walked through the same door.
"Leave us!" He spoke softly. The two maids that were sitting beside Isabelle curtsied then done as they were commanded.
"The dress looks perfect." He spoke while stalking forward towards Isabelle who was sitting beside the roaring fire. He kneeled down and touched the fabric that covered her shoulder.
"Come!" He commanded while he arouse from his position on the floor. Grabbing her hand he lead her towards her bed chamber.
Slowly he pulled the bow at the back of her dress and watched as it elegantly fell off.
"Your Majesty, I have…I have never done this before." Isabelle said her voice shaky and her hands trembling. He brushed a hand down her face.
"Don't worry sweetheart, I'll take good take of you!" He stated before kissing her softly. The kiss grew, it grew deep and passionate. Too long has Henry wished for such a release, no girl has ever made him long soo much for a single night before. He pulled his shirt off and dropped it on the floor. He could tell she was frightened and scared.
"Relax sweetheart." He commanded, Isabelle tried yet she was scared to let her guard down.
Pulling her towards the bed her heart wouldn't stop pounding against her chest, although Henry's was the same. He had long for this ever since that day she was brought to court. He fully removed her under dress then lied her down on the bed. Her hair fanned out and covered the pillow. He had never seen someone soo perfect before, this was a woman of dreams. He straddled her all the while kissing her neck. Running his hands down her like he had done in the forest made his skin comeout in goosebumps. This was it, this was the moment when he would become the sculptor and mould her the way he wished, brake the barrier and let the blood pour. Nothing excited him more.
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