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Here you go guys! Ch.13
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1533, October 4th.
The More
" Yo sere ... El viento que va ... "
Katherine stood after months since her visits from Thomas, in a comfortable stay at the More. It was to be expected after he had provided her with money, food and clothing. She felt so ashamed at first, but his good will managed to convince her. It was obvious that he had not believed in God or the Saints, but as she prayed for him, and the new-found and slow tolerance he taught her, she hoped that maybe she would find the old Thomas again who had hope and dreams for the future. Dreams of hope and beauty in all their lives.
She sighed as she drank some of the wine that was brought to her, remnants of last week's visit from Thomas' cheerful friend Carolina. She was an odd one, and often very gay in her manners as her speech, but she was a good girl nonetheless.
Katherine liked her.
"Navegare por tu oscuridad ... Tu! profe ... eso fui!
Que me quemara! Yo sere! tormento y amor ...
Tu la marea que arrastra los dos ..."
It was broad daylight and the sun today was shinign better than ever before. It was like a new renaissance altogether for her. The glass miniature she had in her hand of Henry, she inspected it and sighed more as she saw her old love. 'Oh Henry!' She thought with pain and horror that she was no longer loved by him, truth was that to her own surprise the love she had for him; was not as much or as intense, as before. She felt like it was she, and not Henry who was falling out of love from him.
It was as if her heart had found something or someone else to share her life with. She knew as her reason did, who this person was.
But she couldn't be with Thomas, he had been a married man, and if she wanted to defend her daughter's throne, she needed to defend her marriage, but the more she thought about it, she did not want Henry back. It was like the insides of her craved for Thomas, for him to bring her back of her misery.
As she scanned her memory, it had been him and only him; who had been through the shadows of her marriage, enforcing his hold and love on her by helping her, helping Henry to make himself more loveable to Katherine. It was him who granted her help of Fisher and not Henry. All this time it had been him; and not Henry who had helped her, watched her from beyond the shadows as she cried, as she grieved. He was always there for her, yet she had never noticed. Until now.
(1533)
November 24th.
Rich-Ville, Carolina Vera's Guest House Manor:
Thomas was slowly pacing as he watched Carolina calmly tell him the news of Katherine.
"You love her don't you?" Carolina asked bluntly. He turned to look at her with a shock expression of disbelief.
Yet to Carolina it was not easy to cheat on her that easily, she knew from the moment she mentioned her name to Thomas, and vice-verse that this man, and that woman staying at the More, loved each other, or shared a deep connection.
Thomas shook his head and let out a small laugh. "No! -he said laughing - of course not, nothing of the sort ... we are just friends, deep friends, we each have to help one another, and besides I have had respect for Katherine since long ago ..."
"But you love her. - Thomas shocked once again to hear the words, was about to leave when she went on further. - I know you do! You love her because she represents all you once loved and cherished, you can't deny it! You love her, really love her. And you always have!" - She said practically screaming at him each word she said.
Thomas sighed giving up at trying to talk sense. He knew he would not win with Carolina, the girl was very convincing of her theories. But she needed to know that even IF he did love Katherine, it was all it was, just love and nothing really especial, besides; everything he touched, died.
And the last thing he wanted was to let the Princess, his friend and most trusted person in this world, die.
It was something that would drive him further to the edge. Carolina had been the wick to light his candle, Marie the candle, but Katherine; had always bee the light and the reason of his mind and heart.
Even if he did love her, he couldn't be with her. Everything he touched, died.
November 25th.
The More
"Yo y tu, tu y yo."
Katherine stood in front of Thomas, he looked really determined and sad, it was as if he was having trouble admitting what Katherine knew they both felt.
She tried to tell him that it was best if they both admit it now, than later but his face nor his mouth spoke words. He was utterly speechless for the second time in his life. His first, being the happening at Chelsea when everything he had touched, was taken away from him.
"No diras que no, no diras que no... no diras que no ..."
"Thomas ... you know that I loved Henry, but we can start anew. He does not love me." She said with a hurt tone on her voice. After all; even though if she had found new feelings of the heart for Thomas, she still felt hurt and betrayed when the subject of Henry was brought up.
Thomas without Katherine actually realizing it; had felt jealousy rising up within him as Kat mentioned Henry, his old "true" friend.
"Sere tu amante bandido ... bandido, corazon malherido,
sere tu amante cautivo, cautivo sere!
"What do you say Thomas? Do we fight for our feelings, or do we deny them and wait for the consequences? Like that ... Anne, his new Queen and wife, and Henry. I cannot face what they have, I cannot jest myself into a con, but I can face the facts."
"Katherine ..." He said and stopped as he felt her hand touched his.
It was like a powerful force invading his body, that suddenly clouded his thoughts and reason. He loved this woman. But how could he face the facts that Boleyn and others might hurt them, and especially herif they knew the truth.
"Do it ... Papa I beseech you! Be happy ..." He remembered his son's voice in the dream sequence. He had told him ... John had said to him to be happy, could this mean what his son had said? To be happy with Katherine? It sounded much like a fairy tale, but a fairy tale he was willing to make, against his reason, true.
He swore that anybody who would hurt this woman would mark themselves his enemies! And he would see to it they would wind up dead.
"Pasion privada dorado en el nilo ...
Huracan! huracan, abatido. Me perdere en un momento contigo,
por siempre"
Thomas took Katherine's hand and kissed it, with passion. Katherine closed her eyes, and imagined his hands over her, it was like an alien force that was possessing the former Queen. But it was a force that she fully welcomed.
"Thomas ..." -She said unfinished as he took her lips to his own. They stood there kissing each other for a long time, until the dose of their reality brought them back to Earth.
He grabbed her head softly and said to her. "We should get married. At least that way we can be safe." She nodded but then a thought struck her mind, and Thomas, sensing what it was; got ahead of her. "Don't worry about Mary, I will see Chapuys - Katherine's face lighten up at the mention of the Ambassador and the realization that Thomas would be helping him with her daughter- and I promise you ..." He bend over to her face and kissed her fully on the lips, more passionately than before. " ... Mary will be out and she will learn to use logic ... she will become a good ruler but give Elizabeth, her half sister a chance too, I will smuggle Mary for you Katherine."
By then they did not know what the future would hold, or if they would have a future in a crazy world where evil and corrupt men where the power behind the throne. They didn't know. But they did know that whatever they would face; they would face it together and not alone.
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1533, November 28th.
The More, Private Princess' Quarters:
That same day where they each committed the rest of their lives to be together; they had gotten two priests, one had been Catholic, the other from the new Church Henry had created with his new wife.
Thomas had stretched the importance to Katherine how vital it was to marry by the two churches, if England was suddenly turned Catholic and back to the old way, a Protestant marriage might be null and void, but if it was protestant the marriage would not be void, but a Catholic one like her prior, would.
"Yo sere un hombre por ti ...
Renunciare, a ser lo que fui, yo y tu ...
Tu y yo."
They married that day, and after an exhausting night, Katherine had undressed herself and Thomas too had done the same. They stood there looking at each other, confused but it was Thomas who on the night of the twenty fifth, had acted first and took her by the arms, she too took him by surprise as she embraced him. All night they stayed in each others arms, tossing and turning as their bodies joined as one.
On that same night without Thomas knowing; he had granted her a new renaissance, life inside of her.
When it was thought that there would no longer be any life on her womb, he had given her life and made her feel more different, and renew with his touch.
"Sin misterio ... sin misterio ... Sin misterio!"
Katherine had known on the second day of the 27th that she was with child, it was just not any stomach infection, or monthly pain that came with her 28 days. No, it was one where she knew perfectly well that was pregnancy. She thought of telling Thomas. He would be thrilled but also she feared that he might be a little somber, considering that this would be his fifth child and could be a new renaissance, something to show him that she was dedicated to him, and that could alleviate him from the pain in his heart.
Thomas More who was outside watched his wife, Katherine he could still not believe it, throw up, and then at the touch of her hand over her stomach and praying to God in Latin and then the word ... baby, pregnancy, child and .. renewal, he knew.
He was going to be a father, but he needed to be careful, if Thomas Boleyn ever knew they could hurt Katherine, and he could never let that happen. No! He said to himself he would protect his family above all, no matter what! For Katherine, for him, for the child she was waiting for.
On that same day later ...
Thomas Boleyn's carriage pulled to a stop in front of the More. He was surprised to see that the House from the outside was well cleaned, and part of the garden were prospering with new life. It was as if ... someone had been taking special care of the former Queen.
Well, Thomas being a practical man would find out, without having to say much to the Princess Dowager, where had she gotten all this help.
As he entered by one of her servants, Elizabeth the girl's name was, she looked nervous and agitated, she led him to the Princess chamber, he was surprised she did not call him Queen or "Your Grace", in fact she just referred to her as 'My Lady', like she was just a Princess or any other Courtier.
'Strange'-Thought the Earl of Whilstshire, but he decided to leave those thoughts aside as he saw the former Queen, much again to his surprise ... in a new gown and with a calm, steady and beaming face at him. It was almost as if she was given reason to rejoice in some new-found revelation.
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"Sere tu amante bandido ... bandido, corazon malherido,
sere tu amante cautivo, cautivo sere!
Pasion privado dorado en el nilo ...
Huracan, huracan abatido, me perdere en un momento contigo ..."
Thomas More who was standing outside, held by Elizabeth's strong grip, she told him not to go, he saw his wife being threaten verbally by the cold Thomas Boleyn. He wanted to go there and strangle that man, the face of that man brought back awful memories of what he did to his first family that night.
"My Lady ... now that I have discussed Princess about your daughter. The King can grant you visits to her, if you yield to the King's good graces and accept his will of the nullity of your marriage to him." She laughed at him and patiently said to him something that surprised him, but yet his cold and calculated nature did not allow him to show surprise, instead he showed her the same neutral face the public was always offered by Thomas Boleyn.
"Tell the King that I am happy he says this. As for my marriage -Thomas' heart pounded as he waited for his wife, and not Henry's to say the next words - Henry does not deserve me, he says it is null then it is null and I am free to marry who I like."
"In that case I will tell His Majesty that ... Princess." With that being said Thomas Boleyn was about to leave, when suddenly he heard a male sigh from outside the door, he opened the door and noticed the girl Elizabeth looking curiously and with her nervous eyes at him. He quickly dismissed it, but noticing all the new furniture, clean gardens, and clean ... and new ... everything.
He decided he would tell the King of his former Queen's affairs she might have with a certain Ambassador.
Who else could provide for all of this?
--
"Sere tu heroe de amor" ... "Sere tu heroe de amor ... Sere tu heroe de amor"
Thomas came out of his hiding spot and went over to Katherine who embraced him fully, Elizabeth watched both her mistress and her husband embrace and she knew she was not to disturb them for the rest of the night.
"Oh Thomas ... I could not say I will accept begin married to Henry. I am married to you." She said not letting go from his embrace.
Thomas nodded and carefully led her to the bed where both climbed over and began to undress, in the end the only thing left was their night chemises, white transparent shirts and his black pants, on their bodies covering them.
Sere el amante que muere rendido, Corazon, corazon malherido ...sere tu amante bandido
en un oasis prohibido, prohibido! por amor por amor conceibod
me perdere en un momento contigo ... por siempre,
ere tu heroe de amor ...
He was next to her as she told him the news, that only made him smile further and then kiss her altogether. He made love to her softly as he did not want to hurt the creature inside her.
1534, August 23th.
Richmond, King's and Queen's Quarters.
Thomas Boleyn had finished telling His Majesty how the evidence that Katherine was pregnant, and seeing someone from within their own midst was now more clear than ever.
If this was true, than Henry thought that all this time that Katherine had called him being married to a harlot, she was the Harlot! What a whore of Katherine, he would have never believed in a million years! She! ... Capable of doing that, it was just too unbelievable.
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On the other side of that place on Richmond, stood the More where Thomas was seeing his wife beginning to give birth to his ... son.
The delivery had been both painful and at the same time quick, she delivered quickly by the midwives and the doctors who were professionally hired by contacts that Marie still had, all contacts of her dead father who she figured, even if death, his name and contacts still paid off. Thomas had been grateful with Marie, she said it was nothing.
As the baby was brought into the world, he was healthy, Katherine admired and looked at it, it was beautiful his brown eyes and semi brown and black hair, he stared at his mother and then his father. Thomas admired the little boy he had in his hands, he was so beautiful.
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From that moment on, he knew he would never make any mistakes, he would protect this child with all his strength, and force, and goodness he had in this world.
"Sere de tu heroe de amor ..."
Sere tu heroe"
Elizabeth that was standing and watching the whole scene, knew that this man would protect with all his being her Mistress. She was glad her mistress had finally found happiness in this man. There was no person who deserved more happiness than Katherine, Princess and now mother and wife to a new husband, one that loved and appreciated her, and to a son that she would never let go.
A/N:
Hope you loved it, and the song is from Miguel Bose's Original version in Spanish: "Amante bandido" I will have the link posted in my profile if you need to see it. Any questions regarding the letter just email me or send me a private message here.