SO I was thinking about stopping the story there & starting on Mary's but I just couldn't! So Chapter seven here we go!
Eighteen months later…
November second was the date I heard of Queen Jane's death leaving behind a son a successor for the beloved king of England. When I heard the news I went to my cambers and wept not for the lost of a queen not for the agony Henry must feel but for the birth of his son how I wished I would have provided him with the next king of England. It has been weeks since that day though now knowing the once queen and before then temptress is gone I have planned to go home and see my family for this Christmas in high hopes Henry will allow my presences at court. As I enter the carriage with a footman's help I look behind me taking in the gorgeous manner I have been staying at with my cousins the stone first felt cold when I came here and now when I am finally leaving it just starts to feel like home. As we start to leave for the docks I pull out my diary I have started to write in since I came to France it was the only thing that comforted me after leaving Henry.
December 23
It has been Eighteen months since I left from court I am on my way back to England back to court. My sister was one of many of Jane Seymour's ladies in waiting, I know I use to write such awful things about my dear sister but now I have forgiven her. Anyways, she had no clue of why I left how was she to know Jane pushed me away from Henry? Such a silly girl I was being but none of that matters I'll see my family soon and I will have to beg Henry to allow me to stay in court during Christmas time. I have a long road ahead of me I only hope no one wishes to light this road on fire as I walk down it.
I have had this thought in my head ever since I notice I have changed, grown as a girl to a smart woman that once I come back home back to court I would amaze Henry make him wish I was still his. But this trip home is not to win his heart if I truly get my way it would be to crush it and hurt him but has that not happened enough? Jane is dead perhaps that is enough heart crushing agony?
I put my diary down wishing to no longer think of ill will towards Henry nor Jane; I wish I could be sad for her death wish I could hope they had a good marriage but I still hate her and that hate darkens my soul. As I kept all my thoughts away I finally made it on the ship heading home.
December 24th Eleven O'clock
The ship docked late on Christmas Eve a coach took me to an inn I am staying at for the night I did no unpacking in hopes I will return to the castle tomorrow. I shuffled my way to my bed trying to undress but failing I plopped down and slept without covering myself in the blankets. Henry filled my dreams all night his undeniable attractive sent and sweet sounding voice whispered in my ears till the early morning.
HENRY POV CHRISTMAS DAY
I hovered over my son he is only one month and thirteen days old he is so small he could fit in my hand so perfectly. I have always wished for a son and now I have him and on this joyful day looking at my new son almost brings sorrow in my soul as I look at him I wished to have a wife next to me to care for him I want to see my girls standing here loving there new brother but now Mary fears I will push her out of my life again since Jane is no longer here to fight for her place in court. And he is alone with me I have pushed every woman out of my life but at least I have my son, Jane's death was worth something.
"Bring him to me when he wakes" I tell the nanny.
I left the room as his tiny eyes closed and he fell asleep to sit on my throne accepted gifts from many people who love me. As many people talked I smile faking my happiness looking to the empty space Katharine, Anne and Jane throne was I felt so alone ruling by myself with no wife for me to go to in the night. My daughters are surely up now but most likely getting ready for the day how I wish them to be here now. I nodded as I could not even tell who but a man had said there was someone here who wished to see me and offer me a gift or something like that. The room seemed to have gone quiet and that grabbed my attention as little whispers of gossips filled the room. Looking up I was breath taken as I saw Margaret walking with such grace to me and curtsying. I licked my lips as she lowed in front of me allowing me to see her breast so perfectly.
"A throne next to mine?" I mutter.
This was perfect timing I need a wife and my childish Margaret would love me and love my child so. I rose from my throne and walk down the three small steps to grab her soft delegate hand and help her to her feet. Her cheeks flush a bright pink color as I softly rub her hand with my thumb and lead her up the steps I help her sit in the chair Mary always sits in next to me.
"Of course you are welcome back to court" I smile to her still holding her hand.
I kiss the back of her hand my eyes not leaving hers, all the things I could do to her roam in my mind. Softly I let go of her hand eyeing her body for a moment before pretending I given my attention back to the happy people. Her body seems to have grown beautifully, her bust looks a size larger, waist thinner and all over she looks more like a woman then a child. I am in awe of her in her blood red satin dress the bodice embroidered with gold roses and the skirt embroidered with the golden vines and leafs. I have never seen quite a dress like it fit for a queen I would say. The trim was pure gold and red glitter very low on the bust, the trim traveled up to her shoulders becoming the sleeve and at the edge of her shoulders the golden sleeve turned in to a sheer blood red fabric tight on her arms stopping at her wrist with gold trimming, the sheer fabric had gold glitter all over it making her shine and as the sun hits her I soon see her whole dress is lavished in glitter colors of gold and red everywhere. Beautiful.
Her long hair curls past the middle of her back bouncing at every move she makes. I wanted to hold her close and rub her silk hair knowing it smelled of roses as she always has. My golden haired lover I want you back. I smile as I see her gold and red hair band, beautiful glittery red and gold roses lying flat in her hair. I remember picking that piece of jeweler out personally and gifting it to her I love her rose sent she is a rose to me. I lean in close to her and she responses with her body and leans close to me as well.
"I have missed you" I confess to her.
"I have miss you to my king" her voice conforms what she says is true.
I smile at her miss of me and the fact she still smells of the sweet red rose she looks like.
"Henry pleases" I ask her to call me by the name she once did.
"Henry" she smiles.
"Tell me what have you been doing these past years?" I ask.
"Learning the arts in Paris" she tells me whimsically.
"Your innocents has always warmed me" I chuckle a bit.
She smiles to me and for awhile no words were given my daughters walked in the room both dressed in beautiful red dresses, both greeted me with a curtsy and after a proper greeting little Elizabeth runs to me I quickly swoop her in my arms sitting her on my knee and kissing her forehead. I introduced my girls to Margaret.
"Mary and Elizabeth!" Margaret coed. "You have no clue how long I have wished to meet you two" she seemed in awe of my pretty girls.
"We're flattered" Mary said.
Mary sounded intelligent and refined she always surprises me as she is beyond her age as she speaks and when she acts. Yet I fill as if I have robbed her on some child like innocent she could have still had allowing Anne to treat her the way she did was unforgivable of me but I have righted that wrong.
"My majesty your son has woken" the nanny says behind me.
"Bring him here" I command.
The nanny stood in front of me holding my pride and joy, Edward. I kissed Elizabeth on the head and picked her from my lap setting her on her feet she ran and sat by Mary then I reach for my boy. He squirmed in my arms till he laid there in a comfortable spot.
"He's handsome, Henry" Margaret coed over the infant.
"Yes, yes he is" I say softly holding his small hand.
I could not feel more joy in my heart then holding my boy in my arms. I sat back down still gazing at my son, finally a boy.
"May I?" Margaret asks gesturing to hold little Edward.
"Yes of course"
I had him to her carefully seeing as she quickly wraps her arms around him with a warm mothering gaze. The sight of all my children together on Christmas day and Margaret sitting beside me hold a babe was all I could ask for no gift could over shine this. Her smile to my son was so beautiful and genuine a woman never looks better then with a child in her arms, why did I ever let her go I don't believe I have met a prettier girl then Margaret her beauty out shines Mary's and Elizabeth's and Edward's mother's by great length if I was to look at every woman in this room I couldn't find one prettier. As she taps the nose on Edward and batters her innocent mother like eyes I ask a question I do not know the answer to.
"Why did I let you go?" I blurted out not meaning to.
She looks up to me with her soft face and narrow blue eyes with a devilish smirk. "To learn a lesson" she explains to me. Her voice is husky she is a siren.
"What lesson?" I ask leaning in to her taking deep breaths.
"To learn true agony" her seductive voice boiled my blood. "Is agony not what court was without me?" her voice sent blood to all sorts of place in my body.
She chewed on her lower lip tempting me leaning close to me fully exposing her breast I cough breaking the tension between us no longer be able to handle this game same was winning. She battered her cat eyes calming innocents as I regained myself unable to look away from her. My god when did she become the puppet master in this game of seduction I played trying to win her body and soul. I miss my late wife but honestly she had nothing on this beauty sitting beside me if I were to over look Edward I would say I was a fool however, Edward was worth any amount of fool I was but maybe now things could be different, perhaps now I should take a new queen? I know to have Margaret it would not be an easy road she is as possessive as I am I don't believe I will find another wife like Katharine but I have a son now is not all complete? I do not need any more women then Margaret she is beautiful, young, kind and her body is enough to give me a heart attack. I loved her once and truly did I ever stop? I wronged her though I hope her heart as loving as it is will forgive me, it has to.
"I am sorry" I say to her.
I meant it with all my heart and I know she saw that, her eyes widen as if to spill tears and that broke my heart to know I have hurt this child so deeply someone I wished to only make happy someone I wished to only love. I will make it up to her she will be mine again I will have her no matter what.
SO Henry thinks he can fix thing wonder how Margaret feels about that? Will she fall again or stick to her plan of heart break…
Short I know but I feel this good place to stop! AND I KNOW I HAVEN'T UPDATED IN FOREVER I'M SORRY! Anyways review, review please REVIEW!
