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To answer some questions: I've changed a bit of the timeline regarding Henry's life and his wives. I shortened the time he was married to Catherine of Aragon and the time he was with Anne Boleyn as well. So when this chapter takes place he would have just been 31.

Also- as stated earlier I've taken the liberty of changing names, dates, etc as my writing deemed fit. So no, this story does not go according to history nor the tv show the Tudors.

Hope you enjoy this chapter!


It would be almost two years after their first meeting when Amelie de Saint Remy would meet King Henry the 8th again. Amelie's father was invited to the English court as the French diplomat and his mother now deceased, Philip was weary of keeping Amelie without any family for too long. Thus, Amelie's father first made the journey to the English court and then a fortnight later after Amelie had spent some time with her mother's side of the family on their grand estate, Amelie made her way to the English court.

Sixteen, almost seventeen year old Amelie had grown several inches more than the last time she was in the presence of the English King, who had just past the first year of his 30th decade on earth. When Amelie was presented in front of King Henry the 8th, she stood out from the usual crops of noblewomen as her skin glowed from the exposure of the summer sun she received as she ignored her aunt's constant nagging to stay indoors and instead explored the woods of her family's estate. Amelie held a healthy glow of sun and her usual dirty blonde hair had a lighter shade. She had a tall nose, but nothing that would arouse any disgust or irksome. Blessed with her mother's high cheekbones, her face looked slender yet she had pink full lips that made the opposite sex want to rest their lips on. Carrying her father's mother's genes, Amelie had long full dark eyelashes that fluttered each time she blinked. Her blue eyes sparkled and stood out more as she wore a sky blue dress adorned with small pearls on the waistline and the sleeves. A large of pair of pearl earrings rested on her ears, a pearl surrounded by sparkling diamonds decorated her left hand and a shimmering blue sapphire rested on top of her full bosom supported by a gold chain.

Amelie was re-introduced to both King Henry and his wife, Catherine of Aragon at a banquet. The two royals sitting at the front of the table, Amelie's father took his daughter's hand and the two bowed in front of the English King and Queen.

"King Henry, I would like to introduce you to my daughter, Amelie de Saint Remy." Philip said with his French accent heavy on her name.

Amelie curtsied as her father said her name, her head still down as she waited to be called upon by the English King.

"You may raise your head," Henry said as he placed his attention on Amelie, when seconds earlier it was eyeing his mistress, Anne Boleyn.

Amelie slowly raised her head, which was kept and decorated by a pearl headpiece. She smiled with her mouth closed, her full lips painted red as she looked at Henry and then at Queen Catherine.

"Actually, we've met previously, when you were in France, about two years ago." Amelie started to speak, she had learned to keep her French accent soft as she spoke in English.

Henry for a second furrowed his brows, trying to recall, but before he could, Amelie looked at Queen Catherine and allowed her lips to move, "It is an honor to meet the daughter of the great King Ferdinand and his wife Isabella," The Spanish language freely flowed from the young woman's tongue. Henry furrowed his brows as he didn't expect to hear another language from Amelie's lips and for a moment was confused.

Catherine of Aragon, happy to hear her mother language, smiled big at Amelie who moments earlier she only saw as just another pretty girl in court wanting the attention of the King. Her marriage with King Henry was deteriorating and everyone in England, even Europe knew about it. Talks that the King Henry has requested an annulment from Queen Catherine were well known and it would only be a month from now when Queen Catherine would be banished from the English court.

"You speak Spanish well." Catherine complimented her genuinely, it wasn't new for someone to speak to Queen Catherine in Spanish in attempts to accrue her favor.

"Thank you," Amelie said with a smile and a twinkle in her eyes. "I've always been fascinated with languages and luckily my father speaks several." Amelie replied in Spanish. "But, I generally don't have a chance to practice much, so I apologize if I'm butchering the beautiful language." Amelie quickly added. Amelie exuded confidence yet she was always humble, she grew up without her mother which left her always feeling vulnerable even if she did not show it or more so want to admit it.

During the time Amelie spoke with Queen Catherine, Henry finally gave Amelie the attention her beauty deserved. He's had his sexual encounters with the Lady Anne after a long time of her refusing to sleep with him, but she was constantly demanding the removal of Queen Catherine which was becoming annoying. Henry was in need of a night with a pretty lady with no strings attached and was willing to endure the consequences, if any as he intended to keep it from the Lady Anne.

Henry carefully studied Amelie, she had soft features, her eyes were large, innocent and naive, her golden hair sparkled in the candlelight and her lips where'll and plush. She seemed to be the run-of-the-mill noblewoman- pretty, charismatic enough to land a wealthy husband and curious enough to want to sleep with the King of England. Henry entertained the idea of undressing the virtuous looking Amelie and spending a night with her as sex always relieved his frustrations.

The Lady Anne might get upset, but a man has his needs.

Henry needed someone to investigate into Amelie, so he commissioned his most loyal and best friend, Charles Brandon as he carefully eyed his friend and motioned him to act.

Charles carefully approached Amelie as she was standing with her father and talking to a group of people wanting to meet the one-handed, only son of the deceased French King. Amelie had to admit she quickly noticed Charles approaching her and she found him dashing, tall and handsome. There was a reason why noblewomen had no problem spreading their legs for the King's right hand man even if it was just for a night.

"May I have a dance?" Charles asked with his most schoolboy smile and in his best manly and courageous voice.

Amelie at first glanced at her father who she was standing next to. She knew she didn't need his permission but it was out of habit and she wanted Charles to know that her father had an eye on them. Philip gave his usual response of a nod and a smile.

Amelie gave Charles a simple smile as and let her hand rest on his.

Charles noticed Amelie's hand was not soft and delicate as most of the women in this room but it was calloused and hard, a sign that she knew how to take care of herself. Her calloused hands clashed with the sparkling jewels adorning the once French King's bastard son's daughter. The music started again and the duo followed on cue with their footsteps. Their was an air of grace and sophistication that oozed through each of Amelie's precise and graceful moves.

"So..." Charles started to say, in hopes to start a conversation with Amelie. He was unusually shy around the young woman which was out of norm for him. Despite Brandon's humble background he had gotten used to be being in the presence of beautiful, wealthy noblewoman, especially after his marriage to Margaret Tudor. Brandon had married the King's sister out of love and without the King's approval.

Charles did indeed love Margaret and he knew very well that she loved him dearly. Nevertheless, he had no idea she was ill when she passed and regretted the times he spent the nights with other women despite his marriage. There was an air about Amelie that reminded Brandon of Margaret. Amelie held her head up high,with confidence and grace, as if she was a princess like Margaret. They both held attitude about them where they seemed not to care about the judgment of others, a difficult task in court where everyone was always trying to find a weakness of others and a way to climb up the social ladder.

"How do you like the English court so far? I'm sure its quite different from the French court," Charles started to say as he cleared his throat and finally found the words to speak to Amelie.

"Oh, I've never been to the French court." Amelie said as she spun around Brandon.

Charles was shocked, from what he could tell about Amelie's age, she had to be in her late teens. Surely, if she or her family cared about her finding a suitable husband and a stable future she must have been at least presented in the French court or some other foreign court where she would have worked as lady in waiting for their Queen until she found a husband.

"Then the Spanish?" Charles started to say as he tried to think of another foreign court.

Amelie chuckled, "No, this is my first time at a royal court. Its quite fascinating, so many people..." Amelie said as she gave Charles a nervous chuckle.

"Oh..." Charles said trying to figure out why her family waited this long to take her to court. Granted, Amelie was beautiful and it would not be difficult for her to find a husband.

Amelie gave Charles a gentle shrug as the two kept on dancing together along with the music.

"But I am acquainted with the French King Francis. I was there when King Henry visited France couple of years ago." Amelie replied, she was sure the memory most ingrained in both of their minds about the said visit was when King Henry challenged King Francis to a wrestling match and he lost. Amelie watched with her father from the sidelines and was astonished to see the Kings act in such a primal way. She was reminded of her grandmother's stories and critiques about her time at the French court.

"Oh, I..." Charles started to say as he tried to recall if he saw Amelie at that time. Charles noticed how King Henry would look over to him and Amelie in between his usual flirting glances with the Lady Anne.

Charles reminded himself that the only reason why he was dancing with the beautiful creature in front of him was because his King had asked him to inquire if she would spend the night with the English King. However as Charles recalled Amelie telling him that this was her first time at a royal court, he was unsure if she would be willing to act in such a promiscuous way as to sleep with a man just because of his title as King. Both Charles and Henry assumed that because of her French connection she had already been acquainted with the licentious French court. But now, Charles was almost certain Amelie was still as virtuous as the Lady Virgin Mary. This could be a hinderance to King Henry who only wanted a night of passionate sex with Amelie.

"Why do you ask?" Amelie said as her curious nature was heightened as she wondered why Charles Brandon, the right hand man of the English King asked to dance with her.

"Just wondering." Charles said with his best boyish smile as he for the first time carefully studied Amelie's features. She had sparking blue eyes which were large and inquiring, her lips were full and colored red making Charles jealous of any man who possibly had or will have a chance to kiss her plush lips.

Their dance was almost coming to an end and Charles knew he had to act fast to see if Amelie would be the English King's companion for the night. Charles despised disappointing his King, yet he was now very unsure of how to approach the question.

"If I'm not mistaken, King Henry keeps on looking over in our direction." Amelie said matter of factly as she stared into Charles' eyes as she made another twirl around her dance partner.

Charles felt his heart stop for a second and his mouth was slightly ajar as he was in shock with the forwardness of Amelie and more so because he was unsure of how to respond.

"He uh...I uh..." Charles tried to form a quick witty response but for the first time in a long while he was stumped in his response for a woman.

Amelie playfully smiled and even chuckled, "Would you like to finish your sentence, Sir Brandon?" Amelie said with an ever so curious matter.

Charles bit his lips, he knew it was now or never to ask Amelie and hopefully, even if it seemed it was an ill-fated question.

"He is..because, he..." Charles glanced at Amelie with sheepishly boyish eyes. "He was wondering..." Charles tried to form a sentence but maybe it was because of her brashness, her beauty, or the now assessment of her as a virgin, he struggled.

Amelie furrowed her brows as she tried put the pieces together. She then cocked her head to the side and started to chuckle, which soon turned into a loud and boisterous laugh which caught the attention of everyone on the dance floor and even King Henry who had been playfully gazing at the Lady Anne.

Charles felt his body froze for a second but he was lead by Amelie who was still laughing and the couple were able to continue with their dance.

Amelie finally caught her breath and her laugh came to a stop by the time their dance only had a handful of steps left.

"Please forgive me if I'm wrong, but..." Amelie said carefully, she was a bit embarrassed to even say the words, but she had to know, "Were you asked to dance with me by King Henry to see if I would..." Amelie tried to stop herself from laughing again as she never expected to find herself as being the desire of the English King, "umm...how do I say this delicately..."

Charles wanted to spare her the embarrassment and he nodded his head as by now the two had a mutual understanding of the reason why Charles asked Amelie to dance with him.

Their dance came to an end as the song played its final beats.

"Although I am honored," Amelie knew she had to word her sentence in an eloquent and graceful manner, "please tell King Henry, my maidenhead is reserved for my future husband and therefore...I'm unable to..." Amelie struggled with finishing the sentence, but Charles understood and he bowed to Amelie as she curtsied, thanking each other for the dance.

Amelie made her way back to her father as Charles made his way back to King Henry.

Henry could almost read what Amelie's response was from the way Charles walked back to him. Yet he wanted to remain hopeful as all he could think of while he watched Amelie and Charles dance was how well of an orgasm Amelie would be able to give him as she straddled him and bucked her hips, coaxing him to finish.

"Well?" Henry said as he moved his head away from the Queen and looked at Charles.

Charles sighed heavily, he disliked failing his King. "She's reserving her maidenhead for her future husband." Charles whispered in the King's ears.

Henry made a strong fist with his left hand and grunted as he showed his disappointment. The Lady Anne had told him the same thing when he inquired about a sexual relationship between the two of them and it took him years as well as a promise that she would be Queen for her to succumb to their sexual encounters. King Henry had no time nor no desire to try to persuade another woman her maidenhead would be worthy of himself and sighed loudly.

"Fine." Henry said in a disgruntled manner, "You may leave now." Henry said as he sighed again this time louder than the first.

Henry felt a gaze on him and at first he assumed it was the Lady Anne suspicious of what he and Charles may be talking about. Instead it was Lady Amelie of Saint-Remy, the two held their gaze for a second longer, Henry furrowing his brows and Amelie intently looking at the English King wondering why he would've wanted to sleep with her out of all the women in front of him. Henry was just about to look away when Amelie gave him a playful and challenging smirk.

You're too arrogant to assume I would ever become one of your mistresses. I'll never make the same mistakes of my grandmother.


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