Jane Seymour Part 9


Within days of the Kings proposal we were to be married. This wedding was going to be different from the one I had thought I would have ever since I was a child not only because it was the King I was marrying but for several other reasons. I would be married in secret to a man who had just got his wife executed days before our wedding. There would be no big banquet. I would be the third wife of a powerful man who has two children who need a new mother. Not to mention the responsibility that being the new Queen of sonless King brings. It was all so confusing but wonderfully so. The days leading up to the wedding I would lay in bed with a mind so filled with thoughts that I struggled to sleep. Nervous thoughts, happy thoughts, excited thoughts, curious thoughts and some just purely terrifying.

It was an evening in which we married. I stood in front of the mirror my blonde hair flowing down my back in a tumble of waves. I wore a few freshly picked flowers through my hair. I wore a simple white embroidered dress. I thought I was wearing the perfect outfit for our secret union.

Moments later I heard a tap at the door. I spoke up saying " Come in."

It was my father as I had expected. " Are you ready?" came his words.

I took a deep breath and nodded. My father wasn't usually very complimentary in fact he would usually try to avoid it at all cost but as he linked our arms together to walk out the door he said " You did well, Jane. You did really well." I knew that had been hard for him to say that to me. Usually a remark like that was reserved for Edward. I smiled with tears in my eyes and said " Thanks. I hope I make you proud."

We didn't say another word to each other all the way down the corridor but I knew that from this day forward it would be another man who I would have to try to please and impress. In some ways I questioned if I was leaving the control and entrapment that one man forced upon me into anothers but before I could think to hard about it we were outside the room in which I would become the Kings wife.

Before I knew it we were walking through the doors and were entering the room. I felt like I wasn't really their almost like an outer body experience. As I walked down the aisle I looked to either side of myself. The only people in the room were My father , my brother, the priest who was to marry us , Charles Brandon the Kings best friend, the King himself and I of course. My own mother wasn't even present. I felt a surge of longing for her at that moment. I wanted her to be here to hold my hand and tell me what to do. As I reached the end of the aisle I was met with the King. He seemed hypnotised when looking at me. It felt so good to know that it was me that was doing that to him. No man had treated her like that before. No one had ever seen her as beautiful as he had.

The service went by quickly. The vows were said and we were pronounced man and wife. We kissed and walked back down the aisle together as one. It felt odd knowing that their would be no celebrations or congratulations. All of this was to remain hushed until it was thought appropriate to announce our marriage.

I returned to my chambers hardly feeling that I had left. It felt surreal that after only that brief amount of time that I had become someone's wife. I knew what came next and that was what worried me the most. I couldn't pretend to know much of the marital bed but I heard talk at court. It would hurt for one. For me however it was more than that the whole idea of being intimate scared me but I trusted the King to be kind and gentle.

A maid came in to run me a warm bath which I accepted gladly. Laying in the warm water helped me to relax somewhat. When I came out of the bath I put on a plain white night gown. I let my hair down still a little damp after my bath. I put on a dressing gown hoping that it would provide me with some more modesty. I sat down at my dressing table and brushed my hair with trembling hands. The maid came over and took the brush out of my hands.

" Let me, your majesty." she said.

At first I was surprised by the name in which she called me but then I remembered that I was in fact Queen.

" I'm sorry if it is not my place but please don't worry. Everything will be alright." she said this with a kind smile.

" Thank you. I'm sure everything will be fine." I replied bravely.

" I think it's time to go, your majesty." she said after a few minutes.

With one final look in the mirror. I stood up overcoming my nerves and slowly walked towards the door. Just before I left the maid spoke once more.

" Remember what I said. "

" I will thank you. " I said in return.

I walked down the corridor slowly. In a way trying to delay what was to come next. I was shaking all over mostly with nerves but with some anticipation. Finally I reached the Kings door and I knocked.

" Come in! " boomed his voice.

Then quickly before I was able to change my mind I walked into the unknown. Inside the room was the King in his nightwear as I was. I was unused to seeing any man in such a state of undress. The priest was also there. It was tradition for the consummation of a royal marriage to be witnessed. I had almost completely forgotten about this tradition and once again the nerves set in.

I heard the King say " You may go now." to the priest.

The priest left and I knew the King had done that for me. He had done it because he knew it would make me even more uncomfortable for their to be a witness.

I stood next to the door staring at my feet when the King spoke again.

" Wife come closer." said he and I did.

I approached him and we kissed. I was holding back some. We had kissed far more passionately than this before but before I knew that we would have to stop. Tonight we would not stop. We would not stop until we had consummated our marriage.


I will continue the wedding night in the next chapter. Hope you enjoy.