Alright I am epicly catching up and thanks for the reviews the only warnings I have for this chapter are sexual content and Henry being freaky
Confrontation #2/Disgust:
May 31st 1537 Kimbolton Castle
Sir Thomas must have drifted asleep because the next thing he knew Henry was squatting in front of him with the rosary mysteriously dropped for him in his hand. He hoped Henry didn't do something drastic like throw it in the fire. Instead the King gave him a smirk.
"You dropped this dear teacher," He said he seemed to be in one of his calm states, "wouldn't want to pray without this do you knowing how you pray?" He softly placed the rosary in Sir Thomas' bound hands. The humanist clutched it tightly. "There you go."
Sir Thomas smiled slightly hoping to keep Henry calm. It was the only way for him to survive and to prevent another beating. He clutched his rosary tighter feeling the protection of his guardian angel.
"Thank you Harry that was very kind of you," He said quietly, "as your captive I shouldn't be worthy such luxury you are such a merciful prince."
Henry smiled and lightly gripped his captive's chin. He stroked his cheek lightly with his thumb. The lawyer's smile slightly faded. The King moved his mouth to his captive's ear. The lawyer shuddered when he felt the King's warm breath against his ear.
"I can be kinder," Henry whispered into the humanist's ear, "if you stop denying the truth I'll set you free."
Sir Thomas gulped and closed his eyes lightly. He gripped his rosary so tightly that his knuckles turned white as snow.
Protect me friend, He mentally prayed.
"I am sorry Harry," He said calmly, "but I stand by my word that Katherine loves me." He opened his eyes and turned them back towards the King remembering his plan for survival, "but if you give me more proof Harry…I will listen. How about we make the same deal we made before. I'll listen to another story and you will feed me again."
Henry just snickered in his ear causing the humanist to shake more vigorously. He then pulled back untying the rag that still rested loosely around his neck.
"I like that idea dear teacher," Henry said adjusting the cloth to a neat straightly folded line smoothing the wrinkles, "I can talk about Katherine for hours but under one condition you must be gagged when I speak."
Sir Thomas' heart started racing. There was no way in heaven or in hell he was going to have that thing shoved in his mouth again. Or at least Henry would have some humanity and use a cleaner piece of cloth. With his chest heaving heavily he turned his head to the side hoping he could fight it off. Henry lifted the cloth so it was parallel to his captive's mouth.
"Please Harry," He said once again trying to keep all the composure he had left, "I promise you I will not I will not interrupt you can-mmmm!"
He shouldn't have opened his mouth to speak for without any warning the King managed to once again shove the cloth deep in his mouth and tie it tightly at the back of his head. The sudden arid taste most likely from his dried up blood caused him to choke on the cloth. His eyes watered and even a few tears even escaping. He was breathing heavily through his nose so hard that his chest was heavily heaving up and down.
Henry was drinking the sight so delightfully. But he knew this was to his benefit. Without his greatest weapon which was words, Sir Thomas Moore was powerless and unable to defend himself. It was better that way the King didn't need for his captive to scream out his lies when he knew the truth was there all along. Henry sighed and stood up in front of his captive, running a hand through his hair. Sir Thomas was squirming uttering out muffled grunts.
"Don't be so sad dear teacher," Henry said now lacing his fingers tightly in his captive's hair causing him to wince, "at least it prevents you to say something that WILL MAKE ME CHANGE MY MIND!"
Sir Thomas immediately paused and looked up at the King with fear in his eyes. Henry just laughed and patted him on the head as if he were a dog.
"Good pet," Henry said in a mocking tone. "You finally learned your place."
With that Henry walked away laughing. The lawyer just gazed at him with menacing eyes. He watched as the King poured himself a goblet of Ale. His mouth went dry behind the gag. He was thirsty and Harry nourishing himself in front of him just added on to the torture.
"What happened next?" Henry said as he sat on the comfortable sofa, "we'll let's just say you helped with that…"
June 2nd 1536 Whitehall Palace
Sir Thomas sat at his desk looking over some important documents. He couldn't believe he was even still even working to Harry after that rude display he put on during his wedding. But he had no choice in the matter though. It seemed that as long as he was Lord Chancellor Harry was making rational decisions. The only thing keeping him motivated was the fact the court was taking a recess until September so he would at least take a break from this. But for now he had a spilting headache and when he thought when things couldn't get any worse there was a knock on the door.
The lawyer looked up and tensed his brow. Henry was standing in the doorway leaning his back against the frame.
"Harry," Sir Thomas said turning his attention back to his documents, "I know I cannot command you but I really don't want to be speaking to you right now."
"But Sir Thomas," Henry said pouting his lower lip as if he was a child, "I need your advice. Stop making a big deal about an incident that happened whilst I was drunk and do your duties as my chancellor."
The next thing the two men knew Sir Thomas stood abruptly from his seat. He was slowly losing patience with the King and his behavior towards Katherine put the humanist on his last legs. Did Harry even realize the damage he was doing to him and his family?
"You listen Harry," Sir Thomas said clasping his hands in front of him and walking in front of his desk, "for the past few days your behavior towards my wife resembles one of an adolescent child and I speak on her behalf when I say she is very uncomfortable." He paused and leaned his lower back against the desk before continuing, "and my daughter she asked me what Uncle Harry meant when he said that he was supposed to be her papa. And now you expect me to forget about everything."
Henry just raised his eyebrows and then smiled. It was part of the game. He needed to please his enemy to win the prize.
"Look I am sorry it was rather foolish of me," Henry said folding his arms in front of him, "I shouldn't have hurt you like that especially after all you've done for me. I hope you can forgive me."
Sir Thomas narrowed his eyes suspiciously. Part of him didn't trust the King. But then again Harry rarely apologized for his wrong doings so it had to be sincere right? He then smiled slightly.
"Since you made the effort to apologize Harry," The lawyer said clasping his hands in front of him, "I forgive you, now you said you needed advice."
Henry sighed and ran a hand through his own hair.
"Well I am having trouble consummating my marriage with Anne of Cleaves between you and me I don't feel," He paused before bringing his voice an octave lower, "stimulated." He then brought his voice back to normal octave, "this is a major problem because England needs an heir."
Sir Thomas' eyes widened. He can give keen advice on political, intellectual and spiritual matters but when it came to sexual intimacy he couldn't give the best advice. Especially since it took till he read the Kama Sutra to pleasure his bride to a way of her pleasing.
"Well Harry I am not good at advising on intimate matters," Sir Thomas said his face turning a shade of red, "but the best I could give you is that and god forgive me for saying this…is to pretend she is someone else."
Henry's smile became wider. Again Sir Thomas gave wise advice and implored him for it.
"Why thank you Sir Thomas!" The King said with a smile, "seriously how can I do anything without your guidance..well I shouldn't keep you waiting I'll speak with you again tomorrow."
Before Sir Thomas could reply the King was out of his sight. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. He knew feelings and thoughts of others were far beyond his control but he prayed to god that the woman Harry he pictured other than his wife was Katherine.
Anne of Cleaves looked in the mirror. The king wanted her at his bedchamber. She doubted that it would lead to sex so she assumed to come fully clothed. She surveyed her outfit one last time she wore a maroon dress. Her golden brown hair was once again tied in a low pony tail. On her head she wore her round German headdress. She smiled everything was in order.
She walked alone to her husband's room as commanded to. She took a deep breath and knocked on the door.
"Is that you my foreign exotic Queen?" She heard her husband say behind the door, "if it is you can just come right in."
Anne tilted her head in confusion. In the few weeks she had known her husband he NEVER EVER talked like that. Maybe she did something or said something to make him this way or he finally learned how to be her husband. She just shrugged and opened the door quickly shutting it behind her.
She didn't even have time to adjust to what she perceived to be a candle lit room when she was pushed back against the wall and a pair of lips crashed into hers. She realized quickly it was her husband Henry. She felt his tongue graze the bottom lip. She moaned and felt his tongue enter her mouth. His hands moved slowly up her back.
Now this is different She thought.
As quickly as Henry kissed her he just as quickly pulled away. He then brought his nose to hers.
"You my dear foreign Queen," Henry said untying the string of her dress, "are wearing too much clothes." He then proceeded to slowly pull off her dress as he continue, "that doesn't do, but don't worry we'll fix that."
When Anne's dress became loose it fell to a heap on the floor Henry moved to kiss her shoulder. The German princess moaned and closed her eyes. The next thing she knew he bodice was ripped off her torso. She gasped at the sudden exposure to the cold. She didn't expect making love to be so thrilling. She then felt his warm breath to her once again.
"My dear exotic foreign Queen," Henry whispered, "would you help me with my clothes?"
Anne laughed giddily as Henry kissed the shell of her ear. Her hands quickly maneuvered opening the buttons of his doublet as her husband pulled off the last of her clothes. As she ripped off her husband's chemise she realized she was completely naked. The next thing she knew she was thrown backwards onto Henry's bed.
Anne smiled this was much more exciting than what she was told about making love. She gazed hungrily at Henry's body. He was thin and muscular, the candle light gleaming and emphasizing the contours of the abs on his stomach. She was the luckiest woman in the world to have such an attractive man as her husband. But if only she realized what her husband was thinking.
Henry wasn't looking down upon his wife Queen Anne of Cleaves, who despite the sagging breast and wide curves didn't look that unattractive, he was looking down upon Katherine of Aragon. Her pale tanned skin, her long dark hair spread out bellow her head as if it were a pillow. Her grayish blue eyes glowed in the candlelight. Her round swollen breasts that waited to be touched by his mouth and fingers. He licked his lips as he pulled down his hose and breeches. He was now naked as the day he was born before her.
"Come to me husband," Anne said breathlessly in her native language.
Henry launched on her as he were a dog in the hunt and she were a defenseless deer. Anne gasped at the sudden weight upon her but she liked it. Henry placed his lips against her neck biting her, marking his territory.
Yes Katherine, Henry thought to himself now when the whole world looks at you they will know that you are mine and not Sir Thomas fucking Moore's
A thin stream of red blood flowed down the side of her neck. The King ran his tongue down the stinging cut causing his queen to groan. She wrapped her arms around his back digging her nails into the skin.
Henry growled and kissed Anne fiercely and then without warning he entered into her. She gave a loud cry into the heavens. As told and as expected it hurt a little because it was her first time she was making love to a man but was a wonderful feeling. She felt whole and for the first time she felt as if she belonged to someone or somewhere.
"OH HENRY!" She cried at the top of her lungs as the cold sensation rushed through her body.
Henry kept thrusting in roughly causing his bride to scream something in her native language each time. Blood spilt from her sacred area indicating that she was no longer a virgin. Nothing not even the bleeding could ruin this moment for the Queen until Henry forgetting who he was with screamed at the top of his lungs:
"CATALINA!"
Meanwhile without Henry's knowledge Katherine and Sir Thomas waited patiently outside the King's bedchamber door in anticipation. They knew if the King consummated the marriage his rather inappropriate actions towards Katherine would cease. From what they heard from the moaning it seemed as if it was working out just perfectly.
"It seems that they are having a rather splendid time in there," Sir Thomas said with his face blushing, "I think this is a eye opener for Harry, maybe just maybe this will stop his rather strange and inappropriate behavior once and for all."
Katherine lightly grabbed his hand and started rubbing his palm gently with her thumb. She then kissed him gently on the cheek.
"Yes," she said chuckling whole heartedly before wrapping her arms around his neck lifting her head to kiss him on the lips, "but this…sounds rather inspiring."
The lawyer laughed and touched his nose to his wife's wrapping his hands around her waist.
"Now, now," Sir Thomas said in a scolding tone, "wait till we return home tonight and show me the things this inspired you to do. And course court recess starts tomorrow so you have plenty of time to show me."
They went to kiss each other again until suddenly at the top of lungs they heard a familiar voice scream at the top of his lungs scream:
"CATALINA."
There was silence for a moment but then two distinct voices screaming at each other. One screamed in English, the other screamed in German. As she heard this Katherine looked up desperately at her husband. Her smile faded to a rather scared expression. The next thing Sir Thomas knew the color drained from Katherine's face and she collapsed into his arms.
"Oh my god," he whispered.
As he positioned himself and Katherine on the ground to fan her out, the door opened wide. Anne of Cleaves walked out in nothing but Henry's chemise screaming something in German before running off crying. Henry followed afterwards wearing only his dressing robe. He stopped for a second to look at her and then at the corner of her eye saw Katherine lying on the floor. He gasped.
"Oh my god," Henry said really concerned, "is she alright?"
Henry went down to touch her but as he brought his hand down, as if she knew he was coming Katherine opened her eyes.
"DON'T YOU FUCKING TOUCH ME!" Katherine shrieked, "you're fucking disgusting!"
Sir Thomas went up to aid her but before he could Henry pushed him down to the ground. Katherine gasped at the sight as Henry started walking to her. He managed to wrap his arms around her before she pushed him to the ground. The King shrieked because he fell on his recently injured leg. The Spanish Princess looked down upon him in disgust.
"Until get over your mistake," She growled, "I want you to stay the hell away from me and my husband."
Before he could answer Katherine ran over to Sir Thomas and brought his feet. As soon as he dusted himself off they ran out of sight.
Henry propped himself up and growled:
"You may not know it now but I swear to you…you will come back to me…"
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