Hello there, my lovely readers. Just a mini notice. I won't be updating for a bit because I have final exams coming up in the beginning of April and I NEED to study. My exams end of April 18th, and then I have a 3 week or so long break that I'm free to write! (and play Minecraft.)

Also a HUGE THANK YOU! To all those who have favourited, followed, and reviewed. It makes me super happy to see that people like my writing and are willing to stick around to see what's gonna happen next!

Sooooo, here's a nice chapter for you!

Edited: Jan 2, 2015


Sarah sat in the royal box, in place of Katherine, who was unable to attend. Her forest green gown shimmered in the sun, the gold embroidery and emeralds in her jewelry glittering like stars (AN: Think Anne's dress when she was invested with the title of Marquess in 2.02, but in green, with a tiara). She looked every inch a queen, and it was only fit as she was filling in for one. She was playing with a small piece of lace, long enough to wrap around the lance. Henry was about to joust, and he came over to Sarah, and requested her favour. She smiled, as Henry saved her the trouble of deciding which man she would give it to. After all, there was no problem with her favouring her brother. Nobody would see anything wrong with it.

She smiled at him, kissed the ribbon, then wrapped it around his lance. "I wish you all the best, your majesty." Henry nodded to her, then rode off. She breathed a sigh or relief, and she sat back down in her seat, a throne a few inches lower than Henry and Katherine's thrones.

'I have no clue how men can suit up and crash lances together. They must get some thrill out of showing off their 'masculinity'. It's ridiculous.' She clapped at the proper times, smiled at the proper times, but her mind was not focused on the joust. 'Charles Brandon is quite handso- What on earth am I thinking!' She gently shook her head, but her thoughts wandered to Charles. She thought of him dancing with her, pressing his strong body against him, kissing her, pressing her into a bed. 'Sarah, these are inappropriate thoughts! Bad Sarah!'

But she couldn't deny the fact that Charles was handsome. She watched him astride on his horse, his strong legs gripping the sides of the beast to stay on as he rode to pay his respects to Henry before crashing lances together with him. She shook her head, and mused on how silly men could get.


Sarah's POV

"Make way for her Royal Highness, Princess Sarah, Duchess of Somerset!" I walked forward to Henry's throne, smiling the entire way. I knelt before Henry, and listened to Wolsey speak the usual words of ennoblement.

"Princess Sarah, his majesty has declared that from this day forth, you and your offspring shall henceforth be known as Duchess of Richmond, and of Lisle, and grants you a pension of 75,000 pounds for the maintaining of your dignity." Henry got up, kissed me on both cheeks, swept the ermine and red velvet cloak around my shoulders, placed the crown, specially made for the event on my head. He handed me scroll containing my letters patent. "Your letters patent."

I smiled up at him. "Thank you, You Majesty." He took my hand, and together we walked towards to Great Hall. I swear, Henry grasped at any excuse to have a party.

The rest of the evening continued on, as merry as can be expected. Until something odd happened.

Henry and I were laughing at some of his fool's jokes when Charles walked up to the head table.

"Your Majesty," he bowed to both of us "with your permission, may I dance with your sister?" Henry turned to me.

"It is your choice, Sarah." Shit shit shit. The images of yesterday were still flowing through my head, although a bit dulled from the amount of wine I consumed throughout the night. I drank the last of my wine, got up and placed my hand in Charles'. I nodded to Henry, then allowed Charles to walk me to the dancefloor.

We got in our positions, and when the music started, I lost all sense of right and wrong. "Charles, what on earth prompted you to ask me to dance? You didnt seem all that interested in dancing before."

His warm chuckle filled my ears as our bodies pressed close together for the dance. I shot a glance at Henry, but he wasn't paying attention. "Perhaps I merely wished to dance with the beautiful woman in purple." I rolled my eyes. "Or, maybe it is because I want to dance to deny the fact that I find you deliciously arousing." He spun me around and pressed me back against him. "Or maybe it is the fact that I have felt your eyes on me since the joust yesterday and wondered why you, a woman who could marry anyone, would lower yourself to a commoner."

My eyes widened. Apparently I wasn't all that discreet with my staring. "Anyone within reason. I doubt Henry would let me marry a woman." The dance ended, and I bowed to Charles, before moving to Henry and letting him know that I was retiring for the night, and that Charles was escorting me back to my chambers. He nodded, wishing me a good night, and Charles bowed to him before offering his arm, upon which I gently placed my hand, and we both walked out of the Great Hall, towards my chambers.


Third person POV

They made a minor detour, however, and Sarah soon felt herself pressed against a wall with Charles' warm lips against hers. The duo, both intoxicated, had very little sense of self control as their tongues fought against each other, battling for dominance. It was only as Charles started pushing her skirt up that she stopped him.

"No. Not like this." Charles remembered the status of the woman he was just making out with.

"Oh my god, Sarah, I'm so sor-" She cut him off with a kiss.

"Don't be. It was amazing, but perhaps we should save the more sexual activities for a later date?" He dumbly nodded, and she wrapped her arms around his torso,gently resting her head against his chest. He hugged her back, seeming content with the continued contact. She was slightly lulled to sleep by the steady beats of his heart, and she felt him pick her up and carry her off.

She vaguely remembered hearing him talk to one of her ladies, before feeling him gently shake her. She got up and dressed for bed in her inner chambers then dismissing her ladies for bed, before thanking Charles in the outer chamber for bringing her to her rooms. They shared a gentle kiss, then both left for their own beds.

As Sarah snuggled into her sheets, she wondered one thing.

'Good god, how am I going to keep my hands - and lips - off of him now!?'


Just incase I haven't mentioned this before, I do have a temporary picture of an actress who could play Sarah, but I would like some reader input. How do you think she looks? I'm open to taking actress requests, but please note that Sarah has reddish blonde hair, blue eyes and pale skin.