Sinful

Chapter Nine

Wrath

Notes: I did not think this story would have a good turn out! I am so happy, I have over 750 hits! I am very proud of this story and I will shut up and stop gushing on about it XD.

Thank you all of my readers, reviewers, C2ers, favers and everyone!

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*There is a huge AU in this story with Jane Seymour, you shall see. And it actually fits (with my side of the story) so if you are a Jane lover this may not suit well for you. (Hehe it did not for me but as I said it fit :D)

Warnings: Cursing, Death, and Blood


Men often make up in wrath what they want in reason.- William R. Alger

October 20, 1537 Greenwich Palace

He held the child in his arms. Cooing away the nightmares that plague Edward's mind. Henry smiled at the chubby baby whom giggled at the King's strange facial expressions. Chuckling, he placed the small infant in a woodened crib next to his Queen's bed.

Jane, pretty little face but her mind seemed elsewhere. He noticed how dreary she looked. Darkness coiling beneath her limp frame as she stared with wide blue eyes at the man before her.

"Henry…" she rasped, the King made it to her side in a flash. Gripping her frail hands, ice met with heat something foreign to his majesty's touch.

"I…Know your keeping a secret…" she finally choked out. Blue eyes narrowed at very sullen ones. She knew? "..The way…You look right now…I can tell I am right…"

Nothing could compare how hurt she felt. Jane's body strained for the words to meet his highness's expectations.

"Do..You love him?"

Withdrawing from her side, his eyes widened in apprehension. He could feel the room swimming; no longer could he see beautiful people but ugly faces that shrouded his vision.

"What are you…What are you talking about?" stomach churning Henry finally was able to talk after a long moment of silence with his wife.

"I saw you…" coughing out the excess of phlegm she continued. "Kissing…Charles Brandon.." her voice hitched, sweat pouring from her sickly pale face. Squeezing her eyes shut, she licked her lips hesitantly then glanced over at a stoic King.

"It was a maid.."

"You…Kissed Charles Brandon!" her voice raspy spoke harshly against him. Tears paraded down her cheeks as she tried to breathe again.

Shutting his eyes, Henry turned to face his son who began to hiccup after hearing so much racket in the room. Turning around, he faced her with a scowl upon his face. Jane did not pay no heed as she sobbed upon the blankets before her.

"I did…And I would be wise if I were you to not say a thing…" he hissed, leering at his wife whom only cried more.

Her sobs did not decease until Henry shut his eyes again in thought. Then finally released a ragged breath "Jane Seymour I love you…But I love you more like a guided friend then anything else…"

Heart breaking into little pieces, Jane held onto the covers for dear life. Her body shivering as she coughed again. "I…I thought..You loved me…Oh God…That is what Anne..She meant…Oooooh.."

Lolling her head back and forth, the sweet Queen settled back against the pillows. Henry gathered his weakened courage and walked towards the bed. Eyes shifting to her shoulder as he placed a hand upon it.

Jane felt the heat from his hand. Warm, soothing, something she would greatly miss. Moving her head, she let him rub her frazzled hair away from her sullen cheeks. "I am sorry.." he replied softly.

Tears traveled down upon her face with a mixture of sweat from the disease that ails her. The Queen only shook her head, "no…I am sorry…For not listening to Anne…"

October 24, 1537

"Sweet little birds…Fly o'er yonder…"

Jane set out tentatively onto the balcony bordering her room. Blonde hair wavering in the winds that blew in west. Little Edward started to sob as his mother left him to weep.

She wore a white over shirt, skirting at her feet. Ah how cold chilled her feet, stone meeting flesh placing her fragile hands upon the stony wall that bordered the balcony.

"Little birds…Fly o'er yonder…Across the blue..Skies.." she laughed suddenly, a small one that would not bring attention to those picking the flowers. Namely Lady Mary whom had been helpful to Queen.

Glancing down, Jane eyed a iron fence, with dreaded spikes coming forth from them. Sniffling, she got up upon the stony wall wiggling a bit as she regained balance.

Oh how those spikes invited her with their wrathful stares. Screaming her name, 'Jane love…' she could see her mother holding out her eternal arms.

Opening, further pushing her presence upon Jane's delicate body.

"If I…Loved you…Back…Would you Henry take me…To be your wife?"

Their high pitched screams blared in her ears as she covered the aching appendage.

Then her body flew against the wind…Against all odds.

"Floating…" her last words whispered continuously from her dry mouth.

Her last breath, her eyes shut, and her body catapulted upon the leering spikes. The wrenching sounds of bones crackling beneath her body. Gasping in pain, Jane's whole body collapsed after trembling from the blood loss that snaked down the spikes like the devil's poison.

"Queen Jane!!!" a small voice shouted from the fields, Mary ran towards the castle. A rush of people ran outside, eyes upon the dead body idly swaying from the current wind.

The beautiful porcelain doll had finally cracked.

October 26, 1537

Walking haughtily down the hall, Charles Brandon made his exit through the King's noblemen. Mainly Thomas Cromwell whom had been getting on his nerves lately.

"The King needs a wife as soon as possible!" that same damn phrase kept repeating in his ill thoughts.

However putting that aside, his more problematic error came within Jane Seymour's last note that concluded about Henry and his affair. Baffled, Charles told Parliament the charges were false and that Jane Seymour had been diluted. The sickness was causing her to hallucinate.

Thomas her brother, would of course doubt it and say that it indeed Charles Brandon, the Duke of Suffolk has been having an affair with their majesty.

Of course, Brandon voiced that Thomas was not all of a saint. Shouldn't he not have been sneaking around and bribing money from other servants? After that Thomas did not voice his opinion again.

Luckily, for Charles he was able to see the King today. Unlike everyone else, he knew his King better then any of those bloated fools.

Rapping the door, one of the servants opened it hesitantly letting in the Duke with one last look and leaving.

"I am guessing others may believe.." he said to himself before he noticed Henry's pale frame staring out at the spikes where Jane's body had been seen.

"Have you ever thought why…Why this happened?"

Charles's face softened as he thought, biting his lower lip out of habit. "I have never really thought about it…" he replied truthfully.

Turning to face Charles, his face gaunt from the excess of not eating. His leg ached from the jousting accident; on top of that guilt had killed his once great arrogance.

"What do you mean…You never thought about it…?" his voice hissed, he felt like he too had been going insane. Had he caught Jane's sickness?

Taking in a deep breath, Charles moved towards the King. Cautiously placing his hand upon his shoulder as Henry shook it off.

"No! Stop this! Stop fucking up everything! Why had I not put you on the scaffold long before hand!" his whole body collapsed to the ground. Just as Jane had upon the spikes…His mind spiraled out of control. He wanted to gouge his eyes out, be blind to those who had never loved him

But he was wrong…

He was loved…

And he stood near him, holding him close. The child that resided in Henry grabbed a hold of the strapping Duke. Damn him for being handsome and he so…Undeserving.

"Please…Stop…"

Charles held him closer, knowing it was he and Henry's fault to have killed Jane. However, Jane to him had problems before hand. Maybe it resulted because of the birth? His brain retorted saying he was right but he knew deep down Jane was his fault.

Pushing away from the Duke's hold. Henry flung himself at the nearest breakable thing and threw it upon the ground. Screaming about he was an idiot, a fool, and even more words that were lost in his temper.

"Henry stop it! This is utterly foolish of you!" Charles roared, startling the seething Henry who raked his fingernails through a lavish painting.

"Shut the hell up Charles! You..You are your pathetic excuse of love…God! To think I would marry a man!" laughing at his own insanity. Henry strode towards Charles who pointedly leered at him.

"Oh you know damn well Charles Brandon…That we cannot be together! I am the fucking King of England! And you are a pitiful excuse of Duke…"

Charles only stared at him, feeling as if someone made a mistake on making Henry the King. However, he knew the King was torn because of Jane's death. Instead, the Duke decided to try another tactic to soothe the savage beast.

"You never loved any of your Queen's Henry…Maybe Catherine for a while as well as Anne…But Jane…You loved her because she gave you a male heir…"

Henry felt his world collapse; the puzzle is being put together without him knowing. "No I loved Jane…I loved them all…Its you-"

"Its not me God damint it is your own damn pride that is blinding you from seeing the truth! You never loved any of them! You wanted a male heir! That is all you cared about, and you locked them up, executed them or make them go stir crazy! How can you have the audacity to blame me for all of your misfortunate mistakes!"

Slowly, Henry sat upon his disheveled bed. Circles shadowing under his eyes as he rubbed them. Charles lowered his voice now, getting closer to Henry's face.

"I will not tolerate it…"

Moving away from the ill King, he turned around and with a calm voice said "I do not care if you are the fucking King of England…I would not care if you were a peasant on a disease infested farm. I will love you endlessly…And I will wait for you…Even until death…"

Shutting the door, Henry glanced down at his raw hands now coiled with blood. He leaned against the bed, his brain racking for answers until he fell vast asleep.


Notes: How was that for Wrath? XXDDD Okay I may have made it to over the top. Not so much Henry I know, in the Historical version he would have gained a lot of weight..Well I still want to make the story sexy so I decided to age them but not horridly. (I know making Henry not fat is bad.)

They are probably in their thirties am I correct? Well Charles would be in his forties but I decided to drop his age. XD I am just that evil.

AestheticNarcissist : Yes very human, as I have said to everyone that would have to be my favorite chapter. (Well the sex one was great XD) but yes I wanted to add something that Henry is not seen as a monster but just a normal person who has a horrible temper. Thank you loves for the review :D

Ladyjaxs999 : Thank you! That means a lot to me, I know there are alot of Anne lovers on here and I hate it to be disappointing for ya'll. Thank you again!

skullycandy12 : Thank you sweets, that means alot and I am glad you are enjoying it :D.

Boleyn Girl13 : Thank you loves, that also means alot to me. Hehe I wanted to make Anne's death scene to be dramatic yet very Anneish I saw her going out in style. Yea I wish Henry would have felt more remorse for her, especially with Catherine as well, that is why I wanted him to go semi-crazy in this chapter. The guilt is just getting to him.

Thank you for all of your reviews and everything! It makes me happy :D

Three more chapters to go woot! I will be sad when this story ends...Hurm...May be creating another CharlesXHenry story?