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Chapter 4 – 15th January 1559 (continued in England's POV) - Mine
This girl – no – young woman was mine.
She was my queen
My woman
Mine
She was mine from the very beginning… from the day she was born. I knew that she would make me proud and she has prove me right.
Now, she had defied all odds through Mary's reign and was now my queen. Just before Elizabeth's coronation, Spain saw how beautiful my queen she was now and Kind Philip wanted to marry her. I, of course, wouldn't let her accept him. She is mine.
Now, as her small form writhes underneath me and she has become mine. She moans my human name in my ear, calling for me and nobody else. I run my hands over her silken skin and perfect body. I run a hand through her auburn hair and grasping it within my fingers. Her hands rake down my back, her finely manicured nails digging into my skin. Her hands travel all over my upper body and through my blond hair, grasping at it painfully as I make her cry out. My lips silence her screams, swallowing them soundly.
Nobody would take her away from me.
I will fight for her at every turn.
"That was beautiful, Arthur," Elizabeth whispers as she turns to me, "I love you… and I am glad you are mine."
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