Andrew Boleyn
He slammed her against the wall and wrapped his hands around her throat, a wicked smile on his face. "You have over reached yourself Lady Cromwell. Believe me, you have placed yourself in very great danger."
He released her and his voice softened slightly. "Do you believe? Once you assume I no longer possess the power to crush you!" He smirked. "It would be an easy mistake to make Lady Cromwell."
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His mother walked beside him. "You know I did not raise you to interfere in the affairs of women and to have opinions. Nor to quarrel with those closest to the crown."
Andrew scoffed. "But I am closest to the crown. I am the Queen's husband."
She jerked him back. "And you should remember how you got there!"
He pulled away and glared at her. "I know how I got there, Madam! And it was not all you! It was not all you, or Norfolk, or Sarah, nor any other female that you wish to name! It was also me. She fell in love with me. She respected me!" He walked backwards and pointed to himself. "And my opinions."
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"Andrew. I wish to say something to you. If it pleases you to be my true loyal lover and friend; to give yourself up to me, body and soul, I promise I'll take you as my only lover. I won't have a thought or affection for anyone else. If you agree to be my amant officielle, I promise I shall serve only you."
"Amant officielle? Your official lover?"
"Yes. And everything you could ever possibly need or desire, that is within my power to give you, all you need do is to do is just ask."
A sad look crossed his face and his eyes filled with tears. Alarmed, Helen spoke. "What is it?"
"What have I done to make you treat me like this?"
"Done?" she asked confused. "What fault have I committed? Tell me! Tell me."
"Majesty, I have already given my sexual purity unto my wife's hands."
Helen scoffed and turned away but Andrew continued. "And who ever she is only she will have it."
She sighed. "Andrew..."
"Because I know how it goes other wise! My brother is called the Walking Stallion by everyone!"
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Andrew came into his apartments with a smile on his face.
"John!" he called.
"Yes, sir?" A young man with blonde hair and dark eyes appeared.
"Draw me a bath for the walk has made me cold."
He nodded and left. Andrew smiled in triumph once more as he took off his gloves and spoke again. "I have the most riveting news, dear John! We're going to Paris. I'm going to be presented to the Queen!"
He noticed something on his desk. "John!"
"Yes, sir?"
"Who has been in the apartments today?"
"No one, sire. Not to my knowledge. What is it?"
Andrew smiled. "Here lies in a book of prophecy." He pointed to the cards as he spoke.
"Here is the King. Here is the Queen."
He paused. "And here I lie with my head cut off." He chuckled but fear shone in his eyes.