It is well Done—The End
Charles Brandon/Catherine Willoughby
Summary: This is a one shot based off the season four finale of the Tudors. *tears* I loved Henry Cavill as Charles Brandon and decided to write an additional scene between his wife Catherine and him just a few hours before he dies. I hope you enjoy! =)
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14 August 1545
Wheezing and coughing could be heard coming from the Duke of Suffolk's bedchamber as he lay dying. His third wife, Catherine Willoughby was constantly at his side, dabbing his forehead with a cool, moist rag—trying to keep his temperature from rising. Tears formed at the brim of her eyes as she watched her dying husband. Her hands trembled as he touched her hand that was on his forehead. The knot in her throat grew tighter and she restrained her tears.
"Leave me to rest, Catherine. You have done much good to me," he whispered. "Tell my children I love them. You have been truly a loving and loyal wife to me though I do not deserve it."
"Hush, my darling," said Catherine. "Do not say such things."
Charles brought his hand up and cupped her cheek. He gave her a weak smile and sighed deeply. Catherine lowered her head to rest it upon his chest as she sobbed.
"Catherine, why are you crying?" he wondered. She looked up at him, tears blurring her vision.
"Do not leave me, Charles. I beg of you!" she sobbed. With his thumb, Charles wiped away her tears and kissed her hands.
"Be strong for me, Catherine. That is all I ask. I love you."
"Stay with me for a little while longer," she choked, grasping his warm hand.
"M-my heart will always belong to you." Charles whispered. Catherine leaned down and kissed him softly, holding him in her arms as she did. "Go, Catherine,"
"I will always love you, Charles."
She sat up, kissed his forehead and parted the sickroom. Once she shut the door behind her, in the other room she burst into sobs and collapsed to the floor, grief stricken. He had been so good to her and now Charles was dying. She felt her heart tearing and beginning to shatter.
"Come, Your Grace," her maid said. "You must leave here. His Grace bequeathed you and your children his estates."
Catherine looked up in surprised and dried her tears.
"Yes," she nodded. "Let us leave then. I shall see him again one day."
She had ordered that their apartments be cleared out and packed as they were to take the long journey to Suffolk, away from court life. All would be well.
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