Second chapter. I suppose I got to much fantasy. But still, it's fairly in common with The Other Boleyn Girl from Phillipa Gregory. But this isn't Phillipa Gregory, nor Lauren Kate, it's me. I'm not sure if it's meant reasuring.
Well, whatever. Sorry. Have fun reading!

Chapter 2

Few days later I was standing at the window, looking outside, like I often did. It was a beautiful morning in Greenwich. Queen Catherine was embroidering a red rose on some linen, while music was playing soft.

I gazed over the gardens and the forests. The access ports of the palace were heavily guarded. I was about to turn back to the queen, when I spotted a man on a horse, riding at ease towards the ports. His long black cloak was waving in the wind, somewhere behind. But his cloths were tattered, and his face dirty.

He was led through easily and a man came in the Queen's rooms.

He bowed in front of Queen Catherine. 'Milady. The king asked for two ladies to help his guest. He asked for Mary and Lucinda.'

I turned in the same time as Mary boleyn did. The Queen was looking at us. She nodded. 'Certainly. If the king asks for them, they may go.' She gestured us to leave.

Mary and I hurried down and found the man leaning on the wooden chair, close by the entrance of the palace doors. The man was blond, though his hair was very dirty. Like I saw through the window, all his clothes were tattered. He looked very strong and soft in the same time. His lips were soft pink, just perfect. His eyes were grey with purple spots.

But without even seeing him, I knew it was him. My body felt weak, of the love I felt for him.

Daniel finally arrived.

Instead of me, Mary immediately ran towards him to help, but Daniel didn't react on her questions. Daniel was staring at me. I knew he recognized me, but he didn't know that I knew who he was. At least I think. I mean, like, he can't see the future. Can he?

Well whatever, I walked towards him and bowed. 'Sir. We will get you just fine. The king wants to see you, but not in those tattered clothes.' I looked at Mary. 'Can you find some new clothes from your brother?'

She nodded. 'I'll see you in the main room again.' She bowed towards Daniel and walked away.

I looked at Daniel. 'Sir, please, follow me.' I walked of and heard his footsteps follow mine. I looked down at my dress, just a normal flat dress, nothing extraordinary about it. My heels were clicking against the stones of the floor. We went upstairs, and I opened a door. It lead towards a big room, with a bath and a chamber to sleep. It even had some private rooms.

I entered the room and turned around, finding Daniel still staring curiously at me. I closed the doors.

'Follow me, sir, please.' We went to the bathroom and I filled the bath with hot water. I tried to act as calm as possible, but I felt the stiffness of his shoulders, when I tried to remove his tattered cloak. He stiffened at all my touches.

After some awkward moments, like me removing his shirt or reaching for his soft muscles, to touch, Mary came in the bathroom with some clothes. Daniel was in his bath, behind the screen we put up together.

Mary put the clothes down on a table. 'Luce, the king asked for you.'

I nodded. And looked at the screen.

'I will help him further. You can go.' Mary encouraged.

Mary was the only girl I liked in this palace. She was sweet, so unlike her family, since she wasn't longing for power. Plus she at least behaved still normal.

I nodded again. 'Of course you will.'

Mary looked at me. And stopped me. 'Oh no, Lucinda, you cannot go to the king like that!' in the same time she pushed me towards the doors and placed me down at a chair. 'You have to have your hair okay!' She loosened my long black hair (it had grown back!) and braided a part of my hair, like they did in France. She brushed my hair of what was still loose and tapped me on my shoulder. 'You should be okay to go like this.'

I stood up and embraced Mary. 'Thank you very much.'

She laughed. 'now go! The king doesn't like to wait!'

I laughed too and walked out of the door. Mary's brother George passed me. He bowed. 'lady Lucinda, young and beautiful as always.'

I bowed too. 'Sir Boleyn.' And went through. It wasn't smart indeed to let the king wait, since he was the one what everything was about: Henry's will was the law, with no exceptions. Finally I stood in front of the kings doors.

I knocked and entered the room when Henry beckoned me in.

'Ahh, dear lady Lucinda.' Henry sighed.

I bowed, but Henry waved it aside. 'No need for that. We are friends, aren't we?'

'Certainly, sir.' I bowed my head. 'Mary said you wanted to speak to me.'

He smiled. 'Oh no, not speak to you. As far as I know, I just asked for you. But I suppose speaking always follows. Come sit here.' He patted the place on the bench next to him.

I strode forward and sat down on the seat. I looked at my hands in my lap. The king didn't speak any further, and, as was bidden, no one speaks, unless the king asks to. I thought about the warm, soft muscles of Daniel I touched when I removed his shirt. His beautiful grey eyes, staring at me, while I was leading him towards the room, preparing the bath. I felt my face become red.

The king studied my face. 'Are you blushing?'

I blushed deeper. 'I guess so, milord.'

He stroked my hair out of my face and looked at my cheek and finally stroked it. 'Do I make you blush?'

I thought of Daniel, brushing my cheek a million times. 'Yes milord.'

Henry laughed smugly. I felt his face coming closer and felt the breath on my face. His lips stroked my face. It startled me. I stood up instantly, with my hand on the place his lips touched my cheek. 'My… milord… What…? I… um…'

He stood up and took my hand of my face and held it in both his hands. 'No need to worry, my dear Lucinda.' He kissed my hand.

I closed my eyes in fear. The only one I really wanted to be touched by, was Daniel. But I knew he wasn't here that close by. Plus he would be scared to touch me like that. Henry kissed my neck and continued to climb up to my face. His hands were on my back.

I wanted someone to interrupt us, but no such luck. His lips were on my cheek.

And someone knocked on the door.

Henry froze. And went on. He released my body and kissed my hand again. 'I'm sorry, my dear.' Then he let go and answered: 'come in!'

Daniel entered the room. He looked really handsome in the cloths of George Boleyn. He bowed in front of the king and me. 'Milord, milady.'

Henry let him raise again. 'Welcome at Greenwich Palace! Please, excuse me for a minute.' He led me to the door. 'We'll see again, dear Lucinda. Tonight at the dance, my first dance will be with you.' He kissed my hand again. I bowed for him and for Daniel, mumbled a goodbye and hurried out of the door. I almost ran back to my room.

Personnally I think Henry VIII is a freak. But that's me. Maybe you would like to be touched like that by that ... man with the 6 wives.

If you leave a comment, maybe I can let Henry VIII rise from death and kiss you like that too! Soooooooo LEAVE A COMMENT!