Chapter 1
No one knew of their love. It was to be kept a secret. Hidden in the darkest floor of the prisons, he searched for the meaning of happiness as he lay on the soft perpetual skin hearing the silent sound of his lover's heart. He wanted to remain like this for eternity but knew that once the sunlight had touched the royal red curtains of the room, he had to leave immediately. Stirring in the cotton sheets of gold patterns, Charles heard a knock on the door, he tried to move from his lover, getting up slowly from the bed, he tiptoed like paws of a jaguar, cautiously and sleuthing as he hurriedly put on his clothes making sure that no noise could be heard from the room. His lover unwillingly opened his clear grey eyes as he heard the continuous knocking on the door. The grey eyes met his dark brown ones as Charles winked at him placing his finger over his mouth indicating Henry to be quiet. The young lad remained in the bed commanding the outsider to come in.
"Your majesty, Queen of England is here to see you." The servant announced.
"Tell the queen to wait for a minute." The servant bowed as he headed outside the room. The king got up from his bed and walked over to his secret lover and stroked his cheeks noticing the beauty of his lover such divine beauty, as if he was painted from the gods of ancient Rome.
"I want to see more of you, Charles." Henry kissed Charles' cheek and told him to be off showing him a secret passage leading to the reality of their world. Henry put his clothes even though he was not supposed to dress himself and let his servants to do the job. He cleared his throat as he announcing his queen to enter. The queen of England Katherine who married Henry after the death of her husband, willingly and truthfully she wanted to use every bit of advantage of the young king. She encouraged him to reconcile the country's trade agreement with Spain so that England could receive free customs on Spanish products. Her hands were neatly clasped standing firm looking on him. She longed for Henry, to be held by him, to feel his soft lips on her skin but she knew that he was tired of her – she had thought of many ways to spice up their marriage by promising him a son. She claims that God did not allow her to have any more children – only one daughter and the rest of them were still born. However there was one that was a boy but he only short lived for about four weeks. Henry could not stand to be in the presence of being around her. Silence between them was broken by Katherine giving him grand news about their daughter's accomplishment. Henry's eyes diverted from her long winded dull conversation to the window, observing the grey walls of the palace. He scoffed as he blandly remembered the intimate moment between him and Charles.
"Henry?" Katherine repeated with a glance of worry.
"I am sorry, my queen. I am happy to hear that Mary is doing such great things. Come with me and we will talk some more." Henry walked hurriedly out of the bed chambers followed by his servants with his queen by his side. She felt so good to be near him with her hand touching his rough huge hand; she could not picture a better moment to touch him again but wished to have special occasions with him. They entered the dining room with such grand decorations and expensive furniture. Of course, Henry had a huge chair for himself at the head of the wooden table for himself while his queen and other mistresses sat on a medium chairs. As they waited for their breakfast, Henry stared on Katherine intently; he smiled at her with his bright grey eyes holding her hand. Katherine could not comprehend why Henry was acting this way but she definitely enjoyed it.
"Henry, why are you acting this way?"
"Can't a king show love and devotion to his queen?" Henry smiled at her. She blushed at his remark.
"It's just not like you to do this." Katherine commented with a smile.
"Well from now I would try to act as your devoted husband and king."
"Can I ask you something Henry?"
"Yes you may."
"Have you answered my nephew's letters? Because it is not wise to listen to everything that Wolsey tells you."
"No, I have not as matter of fact I have not received any. Why don't you think that it is wise to trust him?"
"Well I have my doubts."
"Hmmm...Your doubts versus his over ten year experience in diplomatic squabbles. Katherine...Katherine...my sweet and silly Katherine." Henry got up from his seat and walked towards Katherine, slowing wrapping his arms around her neck smelling her sweet long black hair. Katherine started to blush and feel very heated to desire his body.
"Please would you visit my bed chambers tonight, my lady?" Henry asked. How long Katherine had been waiting to hear those words from his mouth. She nodded her head in agreement as they were being served their food. Henry hurriedly finished his meal and bowed to his queen.
"I am going for a hunt. Servant, prepare the necessary arrangements." The servant bowed and hurried outside the room. Henry stood by the window with his arms behind his back, thinking that he would be able to see Charles again...This expedition of hunting was used an alternative for not only keeping him in good spirits but to spend momentous time with his duke of Suffolk. Charles sat on his horse waiting for the king's arrival, he felt so happy and contented to be with him perhaps it was keen to even notice that the royal king and his loyal dog would become divine lovers.
The hunt represented a timeless encounter between Henry as the master and Charles as the servant. The two dark brown creatures galloped through luscious greenery with their masters smiling with each other. The fast galloping quickly came to a sudden stop to an old Gothic house with oak wood with windows and doors of small arches, representing the way into God's world but Henry and Charles knew that they would never bestow in God's realm because of their devious love for each other.
Henry and Charles entered the house, Henry could not keep his eyes off Charles plus he could not wait to devour him with his love and desire in the bed. Charles was looking on the state of the house and wondered why Henry chooses a place like this. The furniture was not plentiful with a few chairs and a long oak table. Dirt surrounded the whole household with spider webs in every corner of the room where they were standing. Charles did not want to receive any monotonous consummation from Henry in these horrible conditions.
"Henry, whose house is this?" Charles wiped his finger on the dirty wooden stool.
"It was my mother's house. I never took care of it. From when we were young lads I knew that we would need a place like this to be together." Henry replied while removing his heavy gold chain and then he removed his tight waistcoat which was fastened by tags displaying the outline of his manly figure. Henry took off his white shirt with puffy sleeves revealing his chiselled muscles and abs. Charles already could read the strong signals coming from Henry. He started to remove his clothing however he was stopped by Henry himself.
"Let me undress you." Henry slowly unbuttoned Charles' silk doublet showing his undershirt. Charles stood there waiting to feel Henry's soft lips on his pale white skin.
"Do you desire me Charles?" At this point Charles was shirtless with Henry kissing very each inch of Charles' spine. To feel Henry's kisses on his spine gave him a chill then Henry came in front of him grabbed his face bringing him closer. Their lips slowly touched then the kiss deepened with their tongues exchanging their lust for one another. Henry breathed deeply grabbing Charles' dark brown hair. Their passionate kiss ended with heavy breathing from their mouths. Charles felt very uncomfortable being in this house with him. He did not mind spending time with his majesty but for some unexplainable reason he did not want to today. Henry noticed Charles uncomforting eyes trying to avoid him.
"What's wrong, my duke of Suffolk?" Henry enquired twisting his finger Charles chocolate locks.
"I feel very uncomfortable here." Charles admitted playing with his fingers. Henry scoffed as he hurriedly put on his clothes. "You have displeased me, Charles. You would repay me with what I desire...remember I am your master not your lover. So do not expect any special favours from me. Is that understood?" Charles nodded in agreement as Henry stormed outside slamming the door.
Meanwhile sitting in the luscious green grass listening to her so called lover Thomas Wyatt's poem, she adored him for his intellectual and ways of expression in his poetry. She smiled dearly feeling at ease with him with long dark red hair falling on the side of her soft snow skin. Thomas looked on her with admiration and desire to please her. Thomas Wyatt was known for his ingenious romantic poems about love and he was married to Elizabeth Brooke however he was not happy and longed to be with his one true love Anne Boleyn.
"What is that poem called Thomas?" Anne intrigued by the literacy devices he used.
"It's called The Court of Venus. What do you think?" He asked playing his finger in her hair.
"I admire it so much Thomas. I want to show my appreciation to you tonight if you may." Anne caressed his cheek staring into his lustful eyes.
"I cannot wait." Thomas smiled while Anne laughed wrapping her arms around his neck.
Henry sat at his desk contemplating with his hand on his chin; he was quite upset with Charles about his unusual behaviour. 'Maybe it was the surroundings that made him uncomfortable.' He began to think about it some more however little did he know that upcoming events would change their destinies forever.
End of Chapter 1
A/N: This is my first YAOI fan fiction...I was just watching The Tudors one day when the idea came to me to make a fan fic between King Henry and Charles Brandon. I have some research on the fashion and building structure of the Tudor period. So no worries there...I am sick sadistic writer who enjoys writing fan fictions of mind boggling and twisted to the imagination. The poem entitled The Court Of Venus was written by Thomas Wyatt at that time but it is not referred to the love that he has Anne.
