"Your Majesty - the rebel Tom Branson is sweeping towards Liverpool. More and more people are attracted to his cause. What shall we do?"

Edward, known as Longshanks, smiled grimly at his son - "The time has come to strike against this Irish rabble-rouser - he has been a thorn in my side for too long. Send a troop of assassins to get rid of him once and for all - once he is gone, his rebellion will fail."

The Prince of Wales looked uncertain - "But Father, he is famous for his ability to smell out an ambush." The King spoke impatiently - "Then we will send your wife to negotiate with him. Let her think she is on a mission of peace, and we can use her to bait the trap."

Neither of them saw a lady's maid in the shadows…

The journey north was long and arduous through the winter rain, and Lady Sybil, Princess of Wales, had been close to exhaustion when she arrived at the encampment the night before the parley. Now, however, as she waited at the edge of the wood, looking towards the small hut where she was to meet the Irishman, she felt exhilarated anticipating what would happen next. She remembered the first time they had met a few years before, when she had negotiated the lifting of the siege at Chester, and how he had made her feel then - would it be the same this time?

She saw a party of rebels approaching from the other side of the clearing - half a dozen men, dressed for travel and with a wary look about them born of years on the run. They approached the hut silently and fanned out to encircle it. Then, at the word of command from their leader, they barred the door of the hut and pulled out pitch-soaked brands, which they lit and threw onto the thatched roof. Flames rose up and screams filled the air as a ghastly smell drifted towards Sybil. She realised what had happened - her word of warning had turned an ambush into a bloodbath of her husband's men, but she wasn't sorry.

Later that evening, Tom Branson rode towards an isolated house, and cautiously came inside to find he was alone with the Princess of Wales. She was staring into the fire and did not notice him until he made himself known - "My lady?"

Sybil was startled out of her reverie and jumped to her feet. He was even more handsome than she had remembered. His strong shoulders and arms were defined by the simple leather surcoat he wore, and his blue eyes stared into hers in a way she remembered so well - a way no man had ever looked at her before, especially not her husband.

"Why did you help me? Why did you warn me about the ambush?"

Sybil could not meet his gaze - Tom saw her long lashes sweeping across her blushing cheeks and thought he had never seen a woman look so beautiful. Then, she raised her eyes to him, liquid in the dim light - "Because of the way you are looking at me now."

Tom could not resist her mute appeal any longer. He stepped closer and slowly put his arm around her waist, giving her time to move away if she wanted to. With infinite care, he put his hand to her cheek, stroking his thumb gently across her bottom lip. He heard her sharp intake of breath and bridged the small space still left between them, bringing his lips down to hers for a kiss.

All Sybil knew was that she needed to be closer to him, and her arms came up around his neck without any conscious thought. She felt his tongue pushing against her lips and closed her eyes as she gave him what he was asking for. Her head was swimming as she felt him pick her up and her long braid swept the floor as he carried her over to the low bed by the fire.

His hands were on her, unlacing her gown at the neck and gently pulling it away from her shoulders to reveal her breasts, which were rising and falling in time with her breath. His lips moved down her throat to her collarbone, and as they reached her rosy nipple she let out a moan. Tom felt Sybil straining towards him, lifting herself up off the bed to get closer to him, and he found the combination of her beauty and her ardour completely intoxicating. As he pulled his shirt over his head, he felt her hands running down his chest in a way that made him shiver with desire.

The feeling of skin on skin was electric. Sybil didn't know what would come next - her marriage had included a few perfunctory couplings undertaken purely from a sense of duty, but apart from that she had no idea how things could be between a man and a woman. Somehow, she knew that whatever happened, she could trust this man to whom she knew she wanted to give all of herself. Breathlessly, she waited as his mouth travelled further down her body. Her hands tangled in his rough hair as she felt his lips on her stomach and his hand trailing up the inside of her leg, under her heavy skirt.

Tom looked up along her body, noticing the way the tongues of firelight dancing on her creamy skin made it glow. He saw her face - totally unselfconscious before him, her eyes were closed and her swollen lips were slightly parted. He could hear her letting out short gasps as his hand travelled ever closer to her centre and, once he touched her there for the first time, her eyes opened in amazement. As his fingers began to stroke and tease her, she felt sensations she had never imagined and found herself grinding against his hand, striving for more, always more as he murmured to her about how good she felt to him. She was powerless to resist the tidal wave that suddenly broke over her, flooding her body with showers of sparks and tremblings that travelled outwards to the crown of her head and the tips of her toes. While she knew she had never experienced this before, she also knew she was fulfilling a long held dream that had sustained her in secret since they first met.

She looked down into his eyes in wonderment - "What did you just do to me?" Tom smiled as he moved himself up and over her and rested on his elbows for a moment. Sybil felt his erect shaft against her thigh, then found herself screaming his name as he thrust himself straight and true into her core, like an arrow loosed from a bow. Once they were fully joined, neither was inclined to take their time and their pace quickly increased. He felt her legs wrapping around his body, driving him more deeply into her with every stroke. He slid his hand between them, continuing his earlier caresses and bringing her to the brink again until he could not hold back any longer. As he felt the force of her second release from the inside this time, he threw his head back and groaned. Then he let himself go completely, more than he had allowed himself to do for many years.

They lay for a moment, feeling their breath return to normal. He felt her hands pulling him up to meet her, and they both savoured the afterglow as they came together as equals in a long, loving kiss...

A few weeks later, King Edward had a stroke and summoned his daughter in law to his presence for the last time. Sybil strode unafraid into the royal bedchamber - she had a message for the dying king and she couldn't wait to deliver it. Leaning down to his ear, she whispered -

"You see, death comes to us all. But before it comes to you, know this. Your blood dies with you. A child who is not of your line grows in my belly. Your son will not sit long on the throne, I swear it."

The ruthless King's eyes opened wide in panic, but he couldn't speak. His life's purpose was destroyed, as he realised that his line would be usurped by the seed of an Irish rebel.

A/N

As you can see, I've used a very well known scene and a couple of lines from a movie as a starting point for my very first S/T sexytimes fic. Thank you so much to everyone in the awesome S/T fandom on Tumblr who encouraged me to publish this. :)