Oddments

Disclaimer: I am not a Theologian, a Historian, or a TV Producer; I therefore do not own any thing.
Pairing: Thomas Boleyn/ Katherine of Aragon

Prompt #9: Green

"Thank you Thomas, you do not know how you warm my heart." Katherine said, adjusting her friend's collar and chain of office. She did not regret what she did to get back to court if it meant she could see Thomas More, his kind words of support pulled her a little farther from the edge of despair. More took her hands from his shirt and held them in his own, large thumb gliding over the back of her small, smooth hand. His brown eyes locked with her blue ones.

"I am here for you. Always." Katherine gave him a true smile.

"Wife?" and then winced, it was Boleyn. More dropped her hands instantly, guiltily, he did not want to bring trouble to his beloved Queen.

"'Husband.'" Katherine greeted her 'spouse'. Boleyn looked between her and More in their secluded corner, eyes ablaze.

"Katherine, mon cher, you look tired – we should be going." He took her arm in his strong hand and hauled her to him.

"More." Boleyn said curtly.

"Your Grace."

"Good Night Thomas." Katherine said softly, More bowed.

"My Lady."

Boleyn drug her away and manhandled her all the way to their chamber. He slammed the door behind him and then turned upon Katherine angrily, his ice blue eyes spitting green jealousy.

"What were you doing with him?" he asked venomously.

"Who? Thomas?"

"Sir Thomas – unless you are familiar with him." Katherine narrowed her eyes at his implication, she wanted to slap him. But she didn't know if he would slap her back.

"Of course I am familiar with him – he is my oldest friend. I do not like your insinuations My Lord." He took a step closer to her, and then another, soon her nose was to his chest, he was forcing her to look up at him. Once again she was unwillingly put in a submissive position.

"And I do not like you talking to him. I forbid you from being alone with him. I do not want you near him." Her nostrils flared. He did not! No one forbid a daughter of Spain from doing anything.

"And why not?" she got out between gritted teeth.

"Because you are mine." And his lips crashed against hers.