I was re-watching the ninth episode of the first season and I couldn't help but write something about it... I know it's a unlike pairing, but I just love crack! And when my best friend suggested it to me... That's what happened xD I hope you like it... Don't kill me xD
Attraction
Thomas Wolsey never felt completely attracted to a woman. That wasn't because he was respectful of the role he had, quite contrary, far away from being a saint, he had often lain his eyes (and not only) on beautiful and charming women. And yet, he had never felt the pure desire of having a woman in particular, a woman who was different from any other one; the desire to have her, not caring about time, space, reasons, not even feelings, the desire to just have her.
Catherine of Aragon was a lot of things, but surely she wasn't a woman like the others. Her behavior, her posture, her gaze and even the way she curved her lips without ever making a real smile, let come out something of divine, maybe angelic, of course supernatural. To the Cardinal anyway, in that moment, the unusual light in the Queen's eyes seemed almost diabolic. She had faced him with ease, fighting him in such a brilliant way and when she whished him a quick fall in disfavor, she had practically left him speechless.
Her ladies followed the scene astonished, Cromwell almost admired.
Wolsey instead was simply annoyed… and terribly fascinated.
Maybe it was the reason why, seeing her going away so impudently, without even taking leave of him, he had felt the urge to follow her. The Secretary had tried to stop him, but there was no way.
And now, they were one in front of each other, in the centre of the corridor, alone in the middle way between Cromwell and her ladies in waiting, who were watching them from afar, not able to understand the words said. And the ones left unsaid.
"I can't believe, Your Majesty, you really mean what you said…" the Cardinal murmured with vibrant voice for the slight suffered.
"Every. Single. Word" she articulated her words, with a triumphant smile on her lips.
Catherine knew she wasn't no more as beautiful as she had been once, when everyone judged her the most beautiful Princess and then Queen of the world. And yet, she had never felt so Queen as in that moment and he, who had known her since her fist arrival in England, had never considered her so beautiful and desirable.
"You will loose everything…" he insisted, narrowing his eyes and staring at her.
"Oh, you will loose everything either" she replied, returning his glance.
They remained in front of each other for some time, looking at oneself in the mirror of each other's eyes. Funny how they both were of the same tone of blue.
"Your Majesty…"
"Your Eminence…"
Those simultaneous whispers were doubtful to interpret. They were defiant but sounded like a prayer and they were so full of something else that was better not to speak about. It almost seemed the whisper of two lovers and a incoherent desire was the immaterial feeling that was flying in the space between them that seemed to reduce more and more. Because, as often happens, the border between despise and desire crumbles and builds up again in a moment.
The moment when Thomas Wolsey felt for the first time really completely attracted to a woman.