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Taming the Unfaithful Husband

Charles Brandon/OC
No copyright infringement intended.

Chapter 2;

The midday Sun shed its warming rays upon the area of the field that housed the jousting contests. Evelyn sat to the left of the King, Lady Anne of Stratford by her side. Lady Anne stood just behind the Princess' chair, at a respectful distance but close enough that they could still gossip about the scene before them.

As she had known that Charles would be taking part in today's jousting events, Evelyn had worn one of her best dresses - a pale blue made from the finest material to match her eyes - and had one of her maids style her hair in elaborate curls.

"So, how did the talk with His Majesty go yesterday?" Anne queried from behind her.

"He wants me to wed," Evelyn replied for her friend's ears only, "He is intending to give Mr. Brandon a title so that he will be eligible to marry a Princess. However, I don't know when my brother will speak to his dearest friend about the matter."

Lady Anne gave a giggle and said, "Well we shall see. If he asks to wear your favour before he competes then you will know."

Evelyn smiled at her friend and sat straighter in her seat. If he was to be her husband then it would only be common curtsy to wear her favours.

She watched intently as Brandon approached the King and Queen.

"Your Majesties," his deep voice grumbled. Even his voice was enough to affect her. It sent shivers down her spine and a tingling sensation in her stomach.

After receiving a nod from her brother and sister-in-law, Charles looked towards the stands.

"My Lady Buckingham, would you do me the honour of allowing me to wear your favours today?"

The colour drained slowly from Princess Evelyn's face. She kept her eyes glued to scene before her as Lady Buckingham approached Brandon's lowered lance to tie on her scrap of cloth.

The King turned in his seat to allow his eyes to meet with his sister's. With concern, he noted how pale she had become and the distraught look upon her face. Henry suddenly realized that Evelyn's affection for Charles ran deeper than mere like.

Lady Buckingham retook her seat in the crowds of on lookers and Charles' gaze moved to the Princess. With a heavy sense of regret he noticed the pain that twisted her beautiful features. He was only a Mister, unworthy of being in the same room as such a magnificent creature like Evelyn. He threw himself into the chasing of other women to compensate for the hole in his heart where Evie Tudor truly belonged. He wanted nothing more than to wrap her small frame in his arms and keep her there for the rest of their lives. But, in reality, Charles knew that, although he was the King's best friend, there was no way he could ever win Evelyn's hand.

Evie watched as Charles rode over to begin the competition. She clapped mindlessly as she watched him win his deserved two points by spearing his opponent with his lance that should have been adorned with her own favour that still sat unwanted on her slim wrist. Her heart weighed heavy as she drew herself up and told herself that Brandon would soon be her husband whether she had to make it happen herself or not.

The jousting competition continued throughout the day. Evelyn had watched Charles beat all of his opponents and now looked on as her brother took his place upon his horse and rode up to the Queen.

"My Lady," he smiled to Catherine as she tied her favour around the end of his lance.

Evelyn applauded her brother with joy as he won a round against the Duke of Buckingham. A small part of the Princess was pleased that the object of Brandon's affections wouldn't be that happy for much longer. She quickly pushed that thought away due to its unladylike nature.

Charles had been watching the Princess for the large majority of the day. He smiled when she did, laughed when she did. Her every move captivated him and made him want to be near her.

Evelyn caught Charles' gaze from across the field and held it. This was the man she wanted to spend her life with, raise a family with and be buried with when her life came to an end. His eyes seemed to burn with an intensity that made warmth unfurl in her lower stomach. It was a feeling that she had never possessed before and it caused her to look down. If only he was her husband already.

Later that night, Charles found himself in the chambers of the Lady Buckingham. He had fully intended to engage in certain carnal activities with the young woman, but couldn't seem to fully rid the thoughts of the beautiful Princess Evelyn Tudor from his mind.

He felt the young woman approach him from behind. He turned to face her and pulled her close. Charles brought his lips to hers with fever, his tongue slipping easily into her welcoming mouth. For one who seemed so virginal had had some experience he was sure. Her hands brushed up his muscled arms to his shoulders and allowed her long nails to lightly scrape the back of his neck. He wrapped one secure arm around her waist and lifted her so that she sat with her legs tightly around his hips; when sure she was secure, Charles moved on to untie the strings of her gown which soon pooled down around her waist. He set her down to remove the unwanted fabric from her body, his clothing soon following her to the stone floor.

Brandon captured Lady Buckingham's lips with his once more and led her over to the bed that occupied the middle of her room. Only a dim candlelight illuminated their tangled bodies upon the once crisp sheets. He ran his large hands up her thighs until he reached his goal. Slipping a hand between her legs, Charles found that the dear Lady was indeed ready for him; a smile of pure male pride claimed her lips as he continued with his perusal of her mouth. He brought his hips to allow his swollen member to align with her core and he gradually pushed himself inside her.

They both groaned at the new contact. After giving her a moment to adjust, Charles began to move in deep thrusts that had Lady Buckingham writhing within seconds. As he was beginning to fell himself reach his limits, Charles let out a low moan, "Oh, Evelyn."

Before he truly understood what he had just said, he felt his companion freeze in her movements. Her looked down into her eyes, expecting to be met with eyes the colour of the crystal waters of the palace fountains, but found eyes the colour of coffee beans which had now transitioned from lust to anger.

"My name is Anna," she murmured.

Charles took in a deep breath, waiting for her anger to subside. All of a sudden, a loud crash sounded and the pair found themselves face to face with an extremely livid Duke of Buckingham. Anna scrambled from the bed in fear, eyes bearing glancing at her father. The Duke, however, directed his anger on Mr. Brandon.

"How dare you violate my daughter," the Duke drew his sword from the scabbard that hung around his waist and positioned it directly in the hollow of Charles' throat. It followed him as Brandon bent backwards to accommodate the sharp object currently about to slit his throat.

"Trust me my Grace, someone was there before I."

Charles watched as the Lady's father's eyes widened at the sudden news and flew to his daughter; he took advantage of the distraction and with an uncommon speed for him, grabbed his clothes and made for the door back to the main section of the palace. Charles thanked God that he had left it so late to visit the Lady Buckingham and that there would be no one to interrupt him as he dressed in the hallway.

Meanwhile, Princess Evelyn turned to firmly close the door to her chamber behind her. Evelyn had had trouble sleeping for a number of years and usually found that a stroll along the many hallways of the palace was enough to calm her enough to sleep.

Evie made her way along the corridors, nodding and smiling at the men who guarded her brother's chambers as they were familiar with her late night wanders about the grounds.

Continuing on her way, the Princess allowed her mind to wander to the prospect of marrying Charles Brandon; a topic that seemed to cross her mind frequently in the recent days. He was undeniably a handsome man and had the wit of near enough the entire Court combined. Yes, Mr. Brandon was definitely a good choice for many women when faced with the decision about who to marry. However, the fact that Charles was one who could never seem to decide on one woman for longer than two or three days, a week if the lady was extremely lucky - or merely extremely generous with her body. Lady Anne had certainly seemed to want to address that particular flaw of his at every opportunity. When Evelyn had asked her friend why that was, she was assured that Anne would rather not see her dear friend in an unhappy marriage with a wandering husband.

A dark shape shook Evie from her thoughts as she rounded a corner. Her first instinct was to quietly turn back the way she had come and go to sleep like any normal person was at this hour, but, she decided against that notion and continued forward at a cautious pace.

The shape in front of her seemed to morph into the outline of a man, a large man at that. Broad shoulders, arms roped with muscle and a trim waist; his legs were long and thick. As she approached, the man's face came into view. Her heart stuttered and then almost completely stopped all together. Evie was faced with the very man who had been occupying her thoughts only moments ago.

Charles raised his head as he finished adjusting his clothing. A quick exit may have saved him from being speared by an angry Duke but had allowed him no time to make himself decent. At least no one had walked by as he was dressing. His eyes caught a shadow in the darkness. He was able to make out the face of the Princess Evelyn before she stopped walking.

"Bit late for a walk, Your Highness," Charles smiled to cover up his speeding heart.

He watched as she swallowed and took a deep breath; it seemed that he was not the only party to be affected by their meeting.

"It helps me sleep," she replied with a lift of her chin.

Charles wanted nothing more than to pull her to him and never let go. Instead he forced himself to speak, "Well, Your Highness, may I walk you back to your chambers to ensure that you are safe and well?" At that moment, he would have gone back to the Duke of Buckingham and asked for a mortal wound if that's what it would have taken to get her to come closer.

"Firstly, you are to call me Evelyn - you call my brother by his Christian name and he is in a much higher postiton than I," she said, a slight hint of tremble in her voice, "And secondly, I talk late night walks all the time and never get lost," Charles' heart sunk, "However, I believe company may be something that will please me tonight."

A cocky smile curved his lips and he sauntered to her side. Charles offered the Princess his arm and waited patiently until she took it.

After a mere moments hesitation, Evie placed her small hand in the crook made when his elbow bent. She tried to ignore the tingling sensation working its way steadily up her arm when he placed his warm palm over the back of her hand.

"Does my presence please you, Evelyn?" he asked.

She raised her eyes to his face which still seemed beautiful even in the dim light from the torches, which flickered as they walked, that lined the hallways. "Yes," she answered with more honesty than she had ever had before.

His sky blue eyes softened with tenderness as they stopped walking. Evelyn barely noticed that they had reached the door to her chambers; it felt like she had been walking further alone.

"As yours does mine," he whispered looking deep into her eyes.

Charles allowed his thoughts and his heart to take control. He leaned down towards his love with the intent to give her a kiss that she would never forget. One for when she was married off to some old man in a position of power, someone that was 'worthy' enough to have her. Charles deemed himself more worthy than any decrepit creature to be the one who was to take care of the beautiful woman in front of him; but of course, that could never be.

Just before their lips were to meet and Brandon would have been able to finally taste the sweetness that was unique to a Princess, Evie pulled away.

"Not like this," she said, "Things are to be arranged." And with one last look into his confused gaze, Evelyn ducked from his embrace and dashed into her chambers, shutting the door swiftly behind her.

Charles Brandon wanted to kiss her! That had to mean that he liked her much more than that of simply a friend. This would make her plans so much easier; she was to have a marriage filled with love and happiness after all.

However, on the other side of the door, Charles stood in shock. She had avoided his kiss. She didn't want him; he had been a fool to think that she had. And what had she meant by "Things are to be arranged"? Was she to be married? The thought wrenched his insides and had him gasping for breath. He knew the time would come at some point, but so soon. His confusion turned to anger. His darling Evelyn was to be taken away from him and there was nothing he could do about it.

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