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Fair Warning: Thanks to Nerd 2, things get a little heated in this chapter.

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Chapter 2: Henry's Plan

Present Day

There was never a time in Henry's marriage that he didn't love his wife. Okay, he wasn't exactly thrilled with her when they first met, but even then he knew there was something about her. Something special. She was unlike any other girl he had met before. He fell madly in love with her when she surprised him by speaking French after he apologized to her for his rudeness. He loved her when she still hadn't produced an heir. He even loved her when he was with Diane. It was just, he was frustrated with her. She never talked to him anymore. And now that he had found out about Richard, he was furious. He knew he had no right to be. After all, he had flaunted Diane in front of Catherine for years now. But it still hurt that Richard could give Catherine a child before he could. He just wanted to know why. Why Richard? Why not someone else? Why hadn't she told him about the affair or her child? Was she really that scared of what he might do to her or the child?

Henry paced up and down his bedroom. Not knowing was eating him alive. But it's not like he could get Catherine to talk to him. If he visited her, he would probably just get the same cold, response he normally did. No, if he was going to do this, he would have to be strategic. He would have to give Catherine something she wanted. And he knew exactly what that was.

Catherine began pacing in her cell. She couldn't fall back asleep. She knew something was going to happen to her, she could feel it in her bones. She was right. She had only been pacing for a few minutes when she heard the muffled voice of the guard outside her door. Was Henry sending an assassin to get it over with? No, he wouldn't do that. He would want to see her suffer and die in front of him. The sound of keys jangling and being put in the lock caused Catherine to cease. Be strong Catherine. You can face whoever this is. Just breathe. Catherine braced herself for her visitor, and was shocked when the door opened to reveal her husband.

"Henry, what the hell do you want?" Catherine said, rolling her eyes.

"Why?"

"Excuse me?"

"Why Richard?"

"Henry you can't think that I planned to sleep with him."

"Then why?"

"Why do you care all the sudden?"

"God Catherine, you are so stubborn. Just tell me why!" Henry yelled, forgetting all about his "strategic plan."

"No." Catherine said coolly, an walked toward her bed. Henry remained standing, fuming in anger. He tried to calm himself down and remember his plan.

"Catherine, if you tell me why, I'll let you see Charles, Margaret, and Henry." Henry said, causing Catherine to stop and turn around.

"How can I be sure that you aren't lying?"

"Catherine, I give you my word. So long as you tell me what happened between you and Richard, you will see the children. Now, tell me." Henry said. Catherine sighed and began to explain.

"I had heard so many rumors about Diane. I just...I had to see for myself. See if you were capable of destroying the love and trust I had for you. And they were right. I walked in on you two in our bed. I was so distraught, but you and Diane didn't notice me. I had my servants prepare my old chambers, and I stayed there for the night. Richard...well, I guess he heard the rumors, and he decided to check up on me. I was alone and heartbroken, and he was there. The next thing I knew, it was morning, and I awoke in his arms." Catherine said, choking back tears.

"And you became pregnant?"

"Yes." She said, twirling her hair as a distraction.

"And you hid from me for nine months to keep your secret." Catherine stopped twirling her hair and glared at Henry.

"To keep my secret and to stay away from you Henry. You broke my heart. I couldn't bear the thought of looking at you, let alone being near you." Catherine said coldly.

"Catherine, I never meant to hurt you." Henry said, tears welling in his eyes.

"But you did Henry. You can't change the fact that you hurt me. And if you never meant to hurt me, why the hell did you start sleeping with Diane?" Catherine spat.

"Because you refused to talk to me! You spent all day in your chambers, looking for ways to produce children. I never cared that we didn't have any. I loved you Catherine. I still love you! What we have is golden." Henry insisted.

"You're wrong Henry. What we had was once golden. Now, it's dull and rusted, ruined forever by your betrayal." Catherine said, letting a tear roll down her cheek.

"Catherine, you can't expect me to take the entirety of the blame for this. You're just as responsible as I am." He tried to reason.

"Really? While I was berated and ridiculed by your court, you stood by them, laughing. I tried my hardest to be a good wife, no matter how awful it felt. No matter how many times I felt like I was back in Florence. But it was never good enough for you." She said, tears now streaming down her face.

"Catherine." Henry whispered, moving in closer and wiping the tears off her face.

"Go Henry. I don't want to talk. Come back tomorrow morning when I can visit the children. They should be able to see their mother before she is beheaded in front of them." Catherine said, turning away, trying to hide the tears flowing down her face. Henry placed his arms on Catherine and turned her around. He saw her normally stoic and rigid face broken, covered in tears. It broke his heart to see what his actions had done to his beautiful wife.

"Catherine, I love you. I always have. I want to make this right. Please, give me a chance to make it up to you." Henry pleaded.

Catherine looked into his eyes. His dark brown eyes, normally clouded with lust and anger, now shone brightly. She studied his face. He was frowning, visibly upset. He looked as if he was on the verge of crying as well. She could tell he was being serious. Instead of answering him, she kissed him passionately on the mouth.

"Show me how you're going to make it up to me." Catherine whispered against his lips. Henry looked at her. He knew she had never been comfortable in bed. But the look she gave him was unlike any she had given him before. He knew tonight would be different from all those other realizing it Henry had leaned down and captured Catherine's lips in a gentle kiss. Feeling a spark he quickly pulls back. However when he looked into her eyes he lost all control. He captured her lips again, this time more forcefully. Together they shared a moan. This was what they both craved. That spark.

Catherine didn't know what to think. This was what she missed. Henry caring about her. Having feeling for her. The feelings of love, passion, attraction, and yes, lust. They grew in passion until Henry had started to undo her dress. Catherine stiffened slightly but let him continue. Yes, she was a bit uncomfortable, but this was what she needed. She needed this comfort and love. So she allowed it to continue and gave back as much as she received. Lost in the throws of passion, she was brought back by Henry harshly tugging on her hair. She moaned and craned her now exposed neck. Henry bent down showering her neck with kisses and biting softly as he slipped Catherine's dress from her body. In turn, she tugged at his shirt. He stopped his assault on her neck long enough to take off his shirt then once again swept her up in a passionate kiss. Back and forth this went, the two only separating to take off more clothes until they were both naked. Slowly Henry pushed Catherine back only the old thin mattress of the cot within the cell, both too caught up within this moment to realize how strange this was. For the first time in their marriage, they weren't having sex, they were making love.

Henry kissed and licked down Catherine's body, relishing in the sounds she made. Catherine just couldn't help herself. This was nothing like the men in Florence. For the first time since Richard, her body didn't tense at Henry's touch. She felt cared for, and dare she say loved. She relished in this new feeling. Slowly, Henry moved his way back up until he made eye contact with Catherine. He gave her a slow, loving kiss and pulled back so that his lips were on the corner of her mouth.

"My queen, let me make it up to you." He whispered seductively.

Catherine shivered, moaned and gave a nod, looking him in the eye. Positioning himself, Henry moved forward and slowly slid into Catherine. Catherine arched into Henry, wanting more. Getting the message, Henry started to move. With encouragements from Catherine, his pace built until together they came with an explosive shout. Henry pulled out and rolled to the side of Catherine before collapsing next to her. His love. He pulled her close to him and buried his head in her hair.

As they lay in the dark on that cold, they truly grasped the reality of their situation.

What was I thinking? It's only a few days before my execution! Ugh, if the servants see him leave my cell disheveled, I'll never hear the end of it. After all, they love gossiping outside my door. God, what have I done? Catherine thought, internally groaning. But as Catherine began to settle, she felt a tingling sensation everywhere her husband was touching her. It brought her warmth and soothed her to sleep, causing all of her troubling thoughts to leave her.

While Catherine despaired about her final days at court, Henry also began to plan what was he was going to do after this...predicament. Should I let her be executed? He thought. No. I can't do that. I might've been able to before, but now, after I've seen all the pain I've caused her, I know it was my fault that the affair happened. I should've never been so cruel to her, constantly flaunting Diane in her face. I have to make it up to her. But how? Wait, I know!

After Henry made sure Catherine was fast asleep, he snuck out and began making preparations for her return to court.

She may have cheated on him, but she didn't deserve to die. Not now, and especially not after what the two felt between them tonight. He may not have been the greatest husband, but now he had the chance to fix his mistakes and restore their once golden love.