Good news I am now catching up on NaNoWriMo and if I concentrate I will 4k words today and make the daily goal of 21,000 words.


Anyway Eleanor makes her first appearance and there is not really any warnings except for Henry being a dick shocker and descriptions that make this look like slash but it's not.

The Plot Thickens:

Part 3 Hurt:

May 30th 1537 Whitehall Palace

Katherine looked at the clock it was 11:30 at night, her beloved Thomas had been gone for almost a day. The King was missing too. Part of her thought Henry had something to do with it but the other part of her denied it. Thomas was like Henry's second father he would never hurt him. But either way she hoped they were both safe. She was so lost in her thoughts that she didn't notice the knock at the door.

"Your highness," A voice said making her jump in fright. Katherine looked over to see the lord privy seal Sir Thomas Cromwell with a concerned look.

"It better be good news Mister Cromwell," Katherine said with venom. It was obvious that the Spanish Princess/Duchess of Pembroke hated Cromwell.

Cromwell gulped

"No your highness," He said looking down, "but a search party has just left the castle to find them both. My prayers are with both of them. I promise with god's help. They will come home safely."

Katherine stood up and smoothed her gown. She walked towards Cromwell with venom in her eyes.

"You better Mr. Cromwell," She said hand with her hand on the door, "because he dies and find out you Martin Luther loving piece of shit has something to do with this you will not only be a enemy of England but of Spain too."

Before Cromwell could say another word Katherine slammed the door in his face. She leaned her back the door and buried her face in her hands. The only thing she could do was slide to the floor and sob. Without her beloved Thomas she was a wreck.

May 31st 1537 Kimbolton Castle:

Pain that is all Sir Thomas Moore felt when he woke up. The first obvious pain was in his head which was throbbing. The next was arms which were bound together by the wrists and elbows with rope then secured with a chain above his head to a wooden beam by the fire place. The shoulder which was injured during his beating throbbed from the awkward position.

Along with his arms being bound, he was bound in a forced kneeling position. His torso was bound in the middle of the beam and sat on his bound ankles. He turned his head towards the raging fire and then at the corner of his eye he saw a feast laid out on the table. He turned his head towards the table as far as the binds allowed him to and saw Henry digging into to a swan pie with his bare hands.

The food looked so good and hadn't eaten in a day. The sound of his rumbling stomach filled his ears. He couldn't escape but if he could apologize maybe Henry could give him some food. He opened his mouth to get his attention but instead a small muffled grunt came out. The lawyer whimpered to realize the King gagged him again with a thick dirty rag probably used for cleaning. The taste was so foul, he started choking and tearing.

"You're up." Henry said taking another bite causing the humanist to groan again. "Oh you're hungry…you want some of this wonderful food huh?" Sir Thomas grunted in annoyance the king just laughed. "Oh you want the gag out."

Sick of the taunting the humanist writhed violently forward only to get a sharp throbbing pain in his shoulder. He made a muffled shriek in pain and immediately stopped. He involuntarily started to sob. The tear tracks glistened in the firelight.

Fuck, Sir Thomas thought, don't cry in front of him don't you fucking cry in front of him. If you cry it's just going to fuel Harry further.

Henry just laughed and sipped his wine.

"I was going to give you some food but you were disobedient," He said, "you interrupted me twice as I was speaking and you objected with your lies. Now like a slave you are getting the table scraps."

Sir Thomas turned his head towards the fire and closed his eyes. He made some muffled sniffles. He slowly started to lose his hope for survival. He was being beaten and straved. And why? For a kings delusion of a love that did not at all exist. He just prayed that if he didn't make it out Katherine was protected from that monster! He was so lost in his thoughts and tears that he didn't notice Henry taking an apple and sitting across from him.

"What's wrong dear teacher?" Henry said, "you miss her? I do too. But you'll get used to it, the next part of the story involves you and dear teacher if you behave I will give you this apple to eat how does that sound?"

Sir Thomas looked up and blinked tears falling down his dark eyes. The only interaction he made was a muffled whine. This story couldn't have been so bad. This story was probably true…for once.

"Good," Henry said, "Obviously after that what you call incident with Katherine, I laid back for a couple of days because I knew I was trying too hard and besides I was distracted with getting ready to marry that horse…"

May 30th 1536 Whitehall Palace:

Sir Thomas was relieved that Harry was now married to that horse even if she was a heretic. Not even a heretic. Though the new queen had didn't believe in the pope, she didn't have as radical views as the rest of those heretics had. With the brief time he had with her he found her interesting. He reminded her of Katherine when she first arrived in England many years before.

Anne was actually sympathetic of the situation. She saw how much Moore loved Katherine. He loved Katherine to the point where he would take a bullet for her. Also taking notice in her future husband's behavior towards his former wife, she took a pact that she would make sure Henry made no more advances towards the Queen. And warn him if Harry's feelings became more intense.

It proved to Sir Thomas More that all people of Lutheran faith were not as bad Mr. Cromwell.

But that wasn't enough Sir Thomas needed some more reassurance. One person he could definitely find it was in Charles Brandon, the Duke of Suffolk and Harry's best friend. Sir Thomas found the perfect opportunity to address the situation.

In all events a royal wedding celebration being one of them, the Lord Chancellor and a man of the King's choosing which was the Duke of Suffolk. Part of him was skeptical after the cold way he treated the Duke at Anne's execution but it was rumored that for the most part was a forgiving man. Sir Thomas walked over to Brandon who stood in front of the double closed doors.

"Your Grace," Sir Thomas said clasping his hands properly behind his back.

Brandon turned his head and bowed it in acknowledgement to his fellow Duke. He was dressed in his favorite outfit his grayish green doublet and hose and a matching cape with gray fur on the shoulders. It was totally opposite from Moore's outfit which was like the duke's but all black making his gold chain of office more noticeable.

"My Lord," Brandon said before curling his lips into a smile, "hopefully you are in a better mood than the one from the last time we spoke." And then he snickered, "you are not wearing your hat today!"

Sir Thomas couldn't help but curl his lips into a smile as well. Mainly because it was reassurance that someone noticed him for once.

"I didn't think it was a proper occasion to wear it today," He said with a smile, "Katherine likes me better without it." Then he dropped his voice to a whisper as if he was telling the Duke a secret, "Speaking of Katherine I must discuss something with you and it's concerning the King."

The duke's smile turned into his smile into a frown and narrowed his eyes. He knew what this was about.

"It's about him and Katherine isn't it?" Brandon said whispering just as lowly, "you know I would never betray the King's trust, but the way he spoke about it concerned me."

Sir Thomas' eyes widened as wide as sundials. From far away they looked like big black ink stains.

"What did he speak about?" He spoke about lowly heart racing rapidly.

The Duke took a deep breath and looked at the humanist. He was afraid he would terrify him if he told him or risk his rage. But then he closed his eyes for a moment and thought about his beloved Jane. Hell if he was in this situation he would want to know if Jane was the target of a possibly dangerous obsession he would want to know.

Jane changed his life for the better. He met Jane in 1533 when she first became Anne Boleyn's lady in waiting. It was that year where Brandon was at his low point. He was midst of mourning both his wife and son whom he loved dearly. He masked that pain by drinking heavily and sleeping around with all the ladies in court. One day when he was at one of his lowest points Jane stumbled upon him crying in the hallway. He was embarrassed knowing what it would do for his reputation and screamed at her to go away…but she didn't.

It was because she didn't run away from him even when he asked her to leave him alone, he fell madly in love with her. And luckily for him, she secretly fancied him as well. He knew at that moment he was going to marry her. Since Jane, Charles' womanizing antics and bad boy behavior completely diminished. Even if the prettiest girl in court came up to him and flirted with him he would say "Sorry there's only one beautiful woman allowed in my bed chamber and her name is Jane." She was faithful to him as well. When Henry tried to court her before their marriage she turned him down telling him her heart belonged to one.

If something were to happen to Jane….Charles Brandon's world would shatter like glass into a million pieces. For that he would everything to protect her and looking at Sir Thomas Moore he knew he would want the same thing for his Katherine.

Moore needed to know, as a warning. Charles took a deep breath.

"Henry said," The Duke said quietly, "that he finally realized Katherine was his soulmate and he wants to possess Katherine again but…you're in the way. I know Henry wouldn't be stupid enough to send you to Scaffold and marry Katherine but I would be careful. You know how Henry can get sometimes, he can act irrationally."

Sir Thomas' heart skipped a beat when he heard the words. Harry would never hurt him intentionally, especially after all Sir Thomas had done for him. He didn't want to believe it. It was a phase, just a phase. Harry had many phases that would pass eventually. This was no exception.

"Well lets be rational your Grace," Sir Thomas said looking away from Brandon and to the door, "I am like his second father to Harry and he did well end the marriage between him and Katherine, maybe…Harry was just upset about his marriage once he consummates the marriage with Anne of Cleaves he'll forget all about it."

At least that's what Sir Thomas Moore hope would happen but little did he know he was clearly mistaken.


"She's beautiful," Jane Seymour Brandon said whilst she looked at the little girl who was held in the arms of Sir Thomas Moore, "Eleanor's her name right?"

Sir Thomas looked upon his and Katherine's beautiful young daughter and smiled. The court considered her an exotic beauty because of her dark hair and gray-blue eyes a rare combination. She had her mother's eyes and chin and her father's nose and smile. The Spanish Ambassador Eustace Chapyus reported to the emperor that she was to grow up to be a great beauty.

At 4 years old she was already the imitation of her parents. She was polite, pious, proper, intelligent and kind, just the epitome of her father the man of all seasons and her mother the true Queen of England. Every child wanted to be around her and the Lady Elizabeth (Henry and Anne Boleyn's only child) even envied her because everyone said Eleanor looked and behaved more like a princess.

"Yes," Katherine said running her hand through her daughter's hair, "Eleanor Isabella Moore, Eleanor why don't you say hello to the Duchess of Suffolk."

Eleanor smiled at the blonde hair woman staring at her and waved at her.

"You're pretty," Eleanor said causing the woman to blush. She then looked at her stomach curiously. Like her father she often questioned a lot of things she wasn't sure of "but why is your belly big?"

Sir Thomas pouted at his daughter. Like the rest of his children it was hard for him to be mad at her. He sighed and said, "Eleanor you know we don't ask those questions."

Jane giggled and put her hand on her swollen stomach. "How can I be mad at her with a face like that?" she said with a giggle, "Well Eleanor dear there's a baby growing inside of me and my stomach needs to make room so it could grow!"

That brat should be my child! Henry thought staring at the scene yards away from him. Not his!

It could have been his had he not realize the truth beforehand that Katherine was his soulmate. How could he miss it? Then he remembered he married a witch who clouded his judgment with her witchcraft. He stared directly at Sir Thomas Moore with his intense blue eyed glare. He was clouding Katherine's judgment to the truth. Though it was impossible for someone like Sir Thomas to fall to such heresy, he was clouding Katherine's judgment in another way…with his words.

Who could fall for someone like Thomas Moore anyway? The man was nothing like any courtier. He was boring and rumor had it…he couldn't pleasure a woman. That wouldn't be surprising, the man cringed when the topic of sex came up. If it were someone like the Duke of Suffolk he would understand but Sir Thomas Moore…that was inconceivable someone had to be mentally impaired to fall in love with him.

Henry groaned burying his face in his hands.

"Poor Henry," Katherine said who took notice of Henry's distress as soon as Jane walked from, "he doesn't look too happy I think his phase is over, besides we're in public besides Eleanor hasn't seen her godfather in weeks, why don't we bring Eleanor to say hello?"

Sir Thomas frowned; the marriage between her and Henry was long over. But some of those wifely instincts still kicked in. It was those instincts the lawyer believed were the reasons Henry fell into those delusions in the first place. But what was there to worry about? Harry knew he was married to someone else and it wasn't as if Katherine was going alone. What harm can a visit with him watching do?

"Eleanor, do you want to see Uncle Harry?" Sir Thomas asked kissing his daughter on the head, "he looks upset you can make him feel better?"

Eleanor hugged her father tighter and shook her head eagerly and three started walking towards the King and his new bride.

Upon seeing this Henry smiled and immediately ran up to them. He first ran up to Katherine and hugged her. Sir Thomas watched carefully making sure there were no false moves being made towards Katherine. Henry hugged her for a few moments and then pulled back taking both her hands into his own.

"What a pleasure it is to see you Katherine," Henry said with a smile then turning his head towards Sir Thomas and Eleanor, "and you brought your beautiful daughter." He let go of Katherine and walked over to his dear friend and mentor, "may I hold her your grace?"

Sir Thomas smiled slightly. Despite the fact it took a moment for the King to acknowledge the humanist's existence, he didn't act in a way the lawyer should be wary of. He softly handed his daughter to the King.

"Don't drop her Harry," Sir Thomas said.

The King just bowed his head and just walked away holding the young girl close. He cradled Eleanor's head on his shoulder, running his hand through her long dark hair. Sir Thomas's smile turned into a frown when he realized what Harry was doing….treating Eleanor as if she were his own daughter. Sir Thomas moved from his spot and walked to his former student, hoping he'd take back his daughter before Harry caused damage to the young girl.

"Oh Eleanor," Henry said aloud, "did you know you were supposed to be my daughter," Sir Thomas stopped in his tracks and Katherine just put her hand on her mouth, "I was married to you see and I hurt her, she really loved me you know, your father was just a rebound."

Everyone in the room gasped, Katherine furious by these words turned to see why. Her husband, hurt by those words, was sprinting out the door. The former Queen enraged and appalled by what happened turn around to face her former husband. It was his fault that the marriage was over how dare he pin it on the man she loved?

Being careful not to hurt her daughter she pulled her daughter out of Henry's hands.

"I don't know what's wrong with you," Katherine said, "but whatever it is, you better snap out of it."

Only pausing to give her daughter to her eldest child Mary Tudor, Katherine ran out the door following her husband.

Don't worry Katherine, Henry thought surveying the scene, You'll see the truth…we belong together.

May 30th 1537 Kimbolton Castle

As Sir Thomas listened to the story a tear fell down his eyes. Though he knew Harry's words weren't true they still hurt. He turned his head away and looked into the raging fire. He wondered about his five children and his stepdaughter, were they alright? He wondered about Meg who was just starting to put her rape behind her and was able to finally gain the trust of her husband (Harry still needed to him who the damn rapist was, he made a mental note to ask him when he was calm). About Elizabeth who became a favorite of the Queen because of her ability to control her politeness. About Cecilia who recently became a widow because it was discovered her husband was part of the rebellion (it suddenly hit the humanist evidence could have been planted as a way to have him return Katherine). About John who every day did more to make his father proud. About his Stepdaughter Mary who just settled into a marriage with Phillip of Bavaria. And Eleanor poor Eleanor she must have been worried about him.

"I am surprised dear teacher," Henry's voice interrupting his thoughts, "not one word not even a peep behind your gag this entire story." The lawyer felt Henry's familiar fingers grab his chin and forced his head back to look at the King. The lawyer scanned the scene in front of him. Henry sat in front of him on sheepskin on the ground. In front of him was a plate with a cut up apple Henry must had prepared for him as told his story. "And for that dear teacher," Henry said trailing his fingers over the cloth which stuck out from the corners of the humanist's mouth, "you shall be rewarded."

Henry yanked the cloth out of Sir Thomas' mouth causing him to gasp for air. He took a few deep breaths.

"Harry thank you," Sir Thomas said hoarsely, "for relieving me of –"

He was cut off by yet another vicious backhand across the face. He winced slamming his eyes shut.

"Quit the flattery," Henry said grabbing his face again this time stroking the lawyer's cheek with his thumb, "it's not going to get you out of here." He took one piece of the apple and brought it to the lawyer's lips, "eat, you'll feel better."

Sir Thomas was embarrassed on how he was being fed like a child. But he was hungry so he reluctantly opened his mouth. He chewed slowly savoring the juices that filled his mouth. Because he was starved for so long the juices that flowed in his mouth tasted so sweet. After one piece it was followed by another then another followed by another piece until finally he was fed one last piece. He chewed this the slowest because he assumed this was his last meal. He always said he wanted his last meal to be something sweet so he was satisfied. He even went as far as licking the excess juices off his lips.

Henry laughed the pathetic sight yet having a captive as physically weak and bizarre as Sir Thomas Moore was a boost to his ego. What lay before him was a power play. A man's fate in which he can only control. It seemed more satisfying seeing it before his eyes than signing a death warrant and waiting to hear the news of a execution from someone else.

"You really enjoyed that meal didn't you dear teacher?" He said running his hand through his captive's hair.

"Yes Harry," Sir Thomas replied he said turning his head away looking into the fire once again the only thing that seemed to relax him, "I quite enjoyed it thank you will I be receiving more any time soon or that is the last I shall receive?"

Henry smiled and placed his hands on his captive's knees

"I'll make you a deal dear teacher," He said now whispering lowly in his captive's ear, "you tell me what happened after you ran out of the room like a pussy during my wedding celebration, and I will give you something else to eat how does that sound?"

Sir Thomas swallowed the lump that formed in his throat then turned his head back to Henry. Again it would be hard to speak of what goes on between him and Katherine affectionately, but he needed to survive this.

"You have yourself a deal," The lawyer took a deep breath. "After you said that remark about me to my daughter, I am not afraid to admit it the words pained me to the point of tears. Katherine walked in to find me afterwards distressed…."

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