Hey everyone! I sorta tweaked this chapter and made it a little longer. I hope you guys will be happy with the result.
***January 1536***
Mary protectively gripped his hand into hers. Her ears were pounding, her breath shallow and Mary was sure her heart was ready to jump out of her chest. She could feel all their eyes on her and it made her squirm. When she was young she never noticed them but now she did. Mary never thought there would be a day she would hate court life much less fear it. She looked at him trying to masque her insecurities, her fears and anger.
"Look at her, I thought she would be prettier."
"Hard to believe the bastard married him. He's more than what she deserves."
She felt him force himself forward trying to escape her grasp but Mary's firm hand wouldn't let him.
"Stay close to me." She whispered.
***December 1536***
Mary watched the men ride down toward the make belief palace. She wanted to ride with them but was stuck with other ladies in the carriage. She spotted Charles on his dark brown horse keeping close behind the king who seemed to enjoy the rush.
She smiled and tried to ignore the women who were busy chatting and eying the men with excitement. It was the most uncomfortable carriage ride she had ever been on. They barely acknowledged her and gave her a dirty look, whispering as they all stared at her as if she was a leper. Which was understandable, she was the new girl at court. No one was ever nice to new ladies at court. So Mary tried to ignore them but their loud incessant 'whispers' about men and sex were obnoxious and Mary found herself eye rolling so many times she thought her eyes would get stuck.
When they reached the castle, Mary immediately walked well behind the Queen to avoid her gaze. She looked at her surroundings and noticed the French come with their blue flags being led by King Francis in beautiful white and gold robes. Though he has aged at bit he still looked as handsome as they day she first laid her eyes on him years ago.
Her father and the King met and exchanged a few words. They broke into a large smile and entered the make belief tent city.
I will come find you before we enter the castle.
Mary immediately walked back to her carriage and waited for him. She shivered as the snow pounded the ground, there was already a foot of snow. She heard him trot beside her and jump off his horse, without a word her pulled her on hood and stared at her. Charles stayed there for a moment with each hand on each side of her face. His blue eyes searched her silver orbs; it seemed he was inspecting her. Mary grabbed his wrist and gave a reassuring squeeze before reaching for the saddle, Charles helped her on and then settled behind her taking her away to their quarters.
"Won't we look suspicious?" Mary was not convinced with his plan. Was he just going to sneak her in. He refused to risk an encounter with the Queen without his presence.
"Not with my reputation I'm afraid." Charles answered apologetically.
Mary shifted uncomfortably, so he will sneak her in as his mistress? Although she hated it she will go along with it.
A strong cold wind blew again into the castle making her tremble and her teeth to chatter. Charles noticed and pulled her closer into body as they entered the camp.
Mary pulled her hood even lower not wanting to make any contact with anyone. Dread hit the pit of her stomach, she hoped no one noticed them. After hearing women scheming how to get into bed with the Kings and notable noblemen in their circle which included Charles. She really did not want to become the source of any gossip. She didn't want to be like them.
They came to a halt; Charles got off the horse and then grabbed her waist securely to help her down. She slipped her hand into his and followed his lead to their chambers. As soon as the door closed he let go of her, tossing his flap hat to the side. Mary stood still inspecting the room but once her eyes found Charles, he was towered over her. How could she have missed him? He leaned down and gently pressed his lips against hers. Mary responded and drew him closely with her hand gently touching his face. She opened her mouth slightly to his surprise, feeling encouraged he slipped his tongue into her mouth. She latched onto his and let out a small groan.
Surprised by her manners Charles pulled back ignoring his body's cry for more. "Where did you learn to do that?"
Mary looked at him awkwardly. "What?" She stammered, horrified because she never kissed another man but Charles. "Nowhere."
He lowered his lips on hers once more. "I jest Mary." He purred and landed one more peck before pulling away. "I need to get our things."
Mary touched her lips and nodded nervously. "Yes of course." Her face grew hotter and her chest grew heavy. She felt like she was going to be dizzy from the tension and sat back on the bed trying to calm herself.
She watched Charles and his men unload their luggage into the room. Normal gentlemen would not lift the finger to help the servants with any chore or duty but not Charles. Being the independent man he is and the great appreciation and care over those who work under him, make Charles well loved.
When they finished Charles appeared by the door. "The feast is in an hour and since we are only in one room. I will wait outside as you change."
He was about to leave the room when he heard her speak.
"Wait."
Charles turned and looked at her.
"You can change here too." She told him averting her eyes on the ground before preoccupying herself with the chests lying by her feet.
He lifted his brows and watched her gather her garments. "Are you sure?"
Mary looked up at him and nodded. "We agreed things would be different."
"Yes." He replied stepping closer to her.
Mary stood from the ground and turned her back from him. She began to pull on her corset nervously, and Charles stood dumbfounded at her movements.
She cocked her head to the side. "Aren't you changing?"
Charles said nothing and began to untie his breeches. He could hear Mary's gown drop to the ground and it took everything from him not to turn and look but he wouldn't. Mary glanced at him, he was shirtless and it wasn't the first time she saw him like this but now she was curious what was underneath his pants. Blushing at the thought she spun around and took hold of a black and silver gown, she gripped it tightly. She could just comfortably remove her undergarments or she could rush through it as fast as possible but what Mary really wanted was a hot bath.
Sighing she grabbed the sleeves of her undergarments and pulled them down to the floor. Feeling exposed her face grew hot; here she stood a meter away from Charles completely naked. A fleeting thought of turning her head to peak at Charles made her more nervous so she instantly picked up clean intimates and furiously put it on but at the last moment she felt stuck. She twisted her arms to free herself but she couldn't, she must have tangled herself. Situations like these made her miss having maids to wait on her but she wasn't allowed to bring any as a caution. Mary struggled again and she stopped because she was breaking into a sweat.
Mary felt his hands gently pull her undergarment down. Mary didn't dare look at him in the face but she couldn't help notice the bare flesh of his torso underneath her lashes. "I believe you ripped it."
Her eyes flew open to the ripped on her side. She felt his fingers glide over her side and examine the hole.
"I just need a needle and thread." She pulled away inspecting it. Being near him made Mary her dizzy.
"You intend to fix it when you could wear another one?"
She nodded her head and smiled sheepishly. "Well we are running out of time." Mary smoothed out her garment and stared back at Charles. She gulped as she took in his abdomen and how they rippled seamlessly when he breathed. Then her eyes when to his pecks and then his broad shoulders, his time as an athlete have developed him well.
Mary's face flushed in embarrassment and trained her eyes on the ground as she stepped away from him. She went without ladies these past few weeks and felt somewhat unkempt and unpolished, at least compared to noblewoman at court. These were the women throwing themselves at Charles while she sat in the back corner watching.
When she pulled up her gown she saw the Charles was buttoning up his shirt. Mary fingered the laces of her corset and wondered whether to ask him for his help but then dropped the thought. She tightened her grip and began to pull on her laces but was stopped by the warmness of his large hands.
"Let me." He whispered into her ear. Mary felt her knees wanting to buckle but instead she froze not breathing. She felt him grip the laces and pulled firmly once but not tight enough. Mary waited for a moment and then felt the stronger pull as he effortlessly tied her corset in one swift movement. He clearly has experience with corsets, she thought shrewdly.
When she felt him let go of her and rested his hands on her shoulders. He pulled her hair away from her face, "Wear your hair loose, today."
Mary raised her a brow questionably. "Why?"
"Our ruse is that you are my warden."
Mary sighed. "Right." As she played around with her hair in disappointment, it seemed flat to her. It hasn't been washed since they left England and now it was a mangled, lifeless mess. She was sure the other ladies would by miracle have their hair washed, dried and magnificently styled elegantly without a hair out of place.
"Don't worry about your hair. I prefer it loose anyway." He assured her as pulling on his doublet. It was if he read her mind.
Mary nodded as she began to brush through her long dark hair. Sometimes she wished her hair was fair like her grandmother Elizabeth who was considered the most beautiful in England. Instead she inherited dark hair from her stubborn Spanish blood. Fair hair was the ideal of beauty these days.
When she finished brushing she pulled her hair into a halfway French braid. Mary stared back the mirror and let out a deep breath. She was nervous, this will be the first time she will be seen in public with Charles. Though not as his wife as she wished but also dreaded to be known as but it was good enough.
Charles appeared from behind her and took her hand. He stared at it for a moment; it was so soft against his rough hand. He gave it a gentle squeeze to reassure her. "Never leave my side." He told her. "The women at court are leeches, once you are left alone they will try to bring you down."
"I know."
Charles gave her a small smile but was still worried. That is all he does now since her married Mary, he only worries about her. Unlike his other marriage, he was never worried about Margret because she was such a force to be reckoned with. She knew how to play the games at court and win at them. She was his match in every shape and form which is what drew Charles to her in the first place. She was a challenge for him and everyday he wasn't sure if they would fight or make passionate love. With Mary things were quite different but she was a more calming presence in his life and his only stable thing in life. But she was perhaps more complicated than Margret.
"Don't worry about me." She assured her husband leaning against his shoulder.
Mary may be innocent compared to Margret but she was wise beyond her years and even tempered. She made him want to protect her from any harm thinking she wouldn't be strong but most of the time it was her propping him up. Charles had to trust she was capable of holding her own because she would not have Chapuys at her side.
"Shall we?" He took her arm and led her out the door.
Mary said nothing but nodded.
As soon as they entered the door they found everyone organizing themselves into a line. Charles immediately guided them forth behind the two men. Mary paid no mind to them until she realized it was Thomas and George Boleyn standing with their wives. They barely turned around to acknowledge Charles who slightly bowed in return, the tension between the men was unmistakable. Mary slid her hand from his elbow to his hand and gave Charles a quick squeeze of assurance and as shook his head in annoyance.
Being close to the Boleyn patriarch made Mary's skin crawl. This man destroyed her country and her family.
She suddenly felt him whisper into her ear. "If you stare any harder you will burn holes into the back of their heads."
Mary instantly lowered her eyes. "Was I so obvious?"
"Yes."
"I am sorry," She mumbled causing Charles to smile at her reaction. Sometimes she could come across as childish.
"You needn't be. As soon the King arrives I will be sure to steer us very far and clear from them."
Moments later they could hear the King and the Queen make an entrance. Mary suddenly felt ill as she realized she would be so close to her father after all these years.
King Henry approached with his gold and red attire with Anne at his arm. Surprisingly he ignored the Boleyns and immediately approached Charles. Anne did nothing but stare Mary down with her blue eyes. If she hadn't known better she'd say the mistress was informed of her attendance long before otherwise she wouldn't be this calm.
"How are we getting off Charles?" He asked lightly his eyes focused on the door.
"Everything is as it should, majesty."
"That's what I want to hear." He said giving a throaty chuckle. "I want to give Francis another reason why England is better than sissy country."
"Yes your highness."
Just as he was about to walk away Henry locked his eyes with Mary's and she felt her heart beat uncontrollably. What will he do? Would he say anything? How should she respond?
Mary became overwhelmed with anxiety but as soon as he broke contact she let out a breath. He said nothing and he stared at her with no emotion. Mary couldn't help but feel disappointed and instead she reverts her eyes on the ground trying to choke back a cry. Charles looked over to her in concern.
"Just breathe." He said in a hush voice to Mary who only nodded. "He cannot show you any acknowledgement."
"I know."
They straightened their position as soon as they heard the King being announced.
Mary sat sullenly as she stabbed her meat with her pork. Whatever appetite she had upon her arrival had gone after encounter with her father. What did she expect after all these years? A kiss? An embrace? Mary berated herself for being so foolish.
Her father sat with the French King laughing as if they were the closest comrades but everyone knew they couldn't stand each other. Cromwell sat speaking to the French ambassador, she knew he was under pressure to secure a French betrothal but Charles had told her Cromwell wanted Elizabeth to marry a German Prince in order to further the protestant cause.
Suddenly loud clapping noises erupted; Mary looked up from her plate and finally noticed the play that was ending. When did that start? She wondered.
Mary turned her head to look at Charles but saw his blue eyes steadily watching her. "What is the matter?"
He shook his head and stared down at the table. She knew his thoughts were weighing heavy on his mind too. All she wanted to do as run away to their quarters; she did not feel comfortable here with them. How could she turn the other cheek and sit with them? It made her feel physically ill.
Cromwell suddenly appeared beside them. "May I have a word with your grace?" He told Charles hastily. Mary watched Charles stand up and gave her an apologetic face.
Mary smiled assuring him before breathing into her cup. She could handle them, no one bothered to speak to her anyway. It would be best to call as little attention as possible but accompanying Charles stirred enough interest, especially from the women.
After a while she stood up from the table and walked towards the chamber doors. When she opened the door it lead her to a private small room behind the party. The walls were draped with white linen. She noted the candles and the golden plates full of food. Confused Mary decided to move leave and look for the main doors. But before she could Henry walked into the door.
"Ja-" Henry stopped when he saw Mary. His sky eyes widened in surprised but quickly relaxed his expression.
Mary immediately bowed, she wanted to faint. "Your highness,"
Henry bowed in return. "My lady."
"I think you were expecting someone else, majesty" She told him. "I will no longer take much of your time." Mary made a move to walk away.
"Actually," He hesitated. "It's quite alright." And he mentioned for her to sit down.
Mary eyed the chair and sat down slowly. Her watched her curiously and after a moment sat with her.
"How is married life treating you?" He said pouring her wine.
"I am happy with the arrangement, majesty." Mary kept her eyes trained on the table. She wished with every fiber she could look him in the eyes but she couldn't. Not for long anyway.
"You must have been shocked when I chose him."
Mary hesitated and nodded. "Yes it was."
"Do you know why I chose him?"
Mary glanced at her father momentarily. "No I do not."
Now that she sat very close to him she noticed his appearance. He still looked handsome and in well form aside from the slight lines around his eyes. But like Charles he seemed rather exhausted and stressed.
"Well I wish I could tell you that my reasons weren't selfish. But as your father..." Henry stopped short and swaying the wine in his goblet. He looked to be weighing on the word father. "If I had to completely disqualify you from the line of succession I needed to marry you to someone below you. Charles was the only man I know who will never turn against me and will look out for my own interest. It would help even more if you fell in love with him. Love can be quite blinding. I needed to neutralize you. And who doesn't love Charles?"
Hearing him calmly admit how he wanted to bastardize her position and use her feelings for Charles to emotionally blackmail her stabbed at Mary. "Thank you." She whispered trying to refrain from crying. She didn't say thank you because she was happy but finally hearing father admit it broke her. It made her so angry she was shaking inside.
"Don't do that." Henry berated her unable to look at her. "It would have been better if you hated me but you take after...her."His tone wasn't bitter but she could hear the regret in his voice.
"Forgive me, majesty."
"I am sorry for many things Mary. I am realizing this now especially after submitting to my every request. I cannot but feel happy with you."
"Then why continue this ruse?"
"You are always safer away from court." Henry leaned back and crossed his arms. "Despite all that has happened I do not wish any harm to you. You are my child. My little pearl."
Mary flinched at the old nickname, how could he just throw that name so carelessly around?
"I see, your grace."
"You don't believe me do you?" He stared at her bemused.
Mary stayed quiet not trusting herself to speak.
"Well?"
"No I do not believe you completely, your grace."
Henry gave a throaty laugh. "Well done my girl. So tell me what do you think?"
She carefully thought about her next words. "It may be true that you have a natural instinct to protect me. I also believe you use me as threat against your Queen. My presence at court threatens her position and that of Princess Elizabeth's legitimacy to the throne."
He smiled at her very proudly. "I didn't realize how astute you've grown. But you are right. The Boleyns are opportunistic snakes you see. I needed something to control them. That is you my dear."
Mary took in his words for a long time. "You don't trust her."
Henry gave her an intense stare and took another sip of wine. His silence told her everything.
"Are you someone I can trust Mary?" He finally asked.
But before she could answer his personal servant appeared. "Your majesty, your friend has arrived."
Mary watched as Henry's face brightens at the newcomer. Whoever this friend was made her father beam with joy. He looked at Mary apologetically. "Forgive me, my Lady."
Mary nodded understanding what he meant. When she stood up she saw a woman in a green cloak. Her face was concealed but she did notice the long blonde hair.
"Majesty." She bowed and left the room. As soon as the doors closed she walked away briskly back into the main banquet hall.
Mary was in a daze was she walked aimlessly through the people dancing. It was if she was present but wasn't at the same time. Her father was a changed man,he became more calculating more distrustful than ever. There was something happening soon and Mary knew the worst was about to come.
Someone grabbed her hand at the last moment.
"Forgive me mademoiselle." Said a younger boy, he looked to be a few years younger than Mary but his clothes suggested he was a part of the royal family. "My brother wishes for your presence."
"Who is your brother?"
"The Dauphine."
Mary nearly doubled over in shock but instead kept her composure. The younger boy who was speaking to her must be Henry. He was tall, dark and lanky, still awkward in his adolescence but he will grow to be a handsome man.
"What would he want with me, your grace?"
The younger boy smiled mischievously, he looked exactly like his father and Mary was sure she could not trust that face.
"Well my lady…a conversation."
Mary hesitated but her curiosity was clouding her judgement. "Where is his grace?"
Prince Henry extended his long arm to Mary and led her away from the party into a dark corridor. He opened a door into a veil tented room, candles were lit everywhere and she soon saw many young beautiful women both French and English all drinking and laughing with some French noblemen. Mary guessed they were part of the Princes inner circle.
Henry whispered into her ear. "Enjoy mademoiselle."
Mary stood still taking in the scene, everyone danced provocatively as if they were possessed by demons. Henry lay back on the cushions and was instantly smothered by older women. Mary felt out of place and decided to leave but was stopped by a towering figure.
His face was long but handsome with thick groomed brows and deep brown eyes; one could really lose themselves in them. Francis is no longer the small frail boy wearing ridiculous golden booties that she pushed hard on the ground many years ago. That cry baby grew to be a somber faced man dressed in all black, a colour she was told he had an affinity to since his years in captivity in Spain.
Francis bowed. "Mademoiselle, allow me to make your acquaintance. I am Francis."
"I know who you are Dauphine." Mary said quietly as she bowed into a full curtsy.
She felt his hand gently lift her chin up, "In these four walls, I am simply Francis."
"Yes." She blinked.
"What is your name?"
"Mary."
"Has anyone ever told you Mary, that your eyes seem like shining diamonds under a clear blue sky?"
She shook her head silently. "No."
"Well they are. They are what caught my attention but being this up close to you. I see that you are very beautiful."
"You are very kind."
"You could almost be French."
Mary mentally grimaced at the comment. Against her better judgment she couldn't help but share dislike of the French as her father.
Mary said nothing and managed a smile.
"Come join us." He said gently taking her elbow and leading her to another group of people sitting on the pillows.
"Forgive the lack of chairs. The theme is taken from the Moorish culture. Are you familiar with them?"
"Yes."
He pulled her down on the ground and French women leaned her head against his shoulder. "This is Madame D'estranges a dear friend of mine."
His mistress Mary guessed.
"Bonjour mon cheri." She greeted. Everything about her demeanor and the way she smiled seemed seductive.
"Bonjour."
The older woman whispered into the Prince's ear, whatever she said caused him to smile. They looked back at her. "She says you are very pretty."
"Merci." She smiled shyly at the compliment. She wasn't use to receiving any compliments.
Madame D'estranges passed her a cup of wine.
"It will be easier if you drank. Something tells us you are not use to this kind of gathering."
"Am I so obvious?" Mary blushed.
"A little," He lied and held up his cup. "Salut."
"Salut." She responded and took a long sip.
Mary didn't know how long it was or how many drinks she had until she felt herself grow light and warm in the face. She leaned back against the pillows, watching he scene before her became blurry. She blinked and tried to stand up but felt herself being pulled down on the ground. A pair of lips, strong and warm kissed her jaw, surprised Mary pulled her head gently away.
There was no thought process in her head, it was just hazy. All she saw was his black doublet and his hands caress her cheek as Francis found her lips. Mary didn't feel anything about it but allowed it to happen. Deep down her knew it was wrong because she was married but another part of her seemed unable to do anything about it. Mary turned her cheek and heard him give a throaty laugh as he smiled into her neck. "You need to drink more." He whispered before distracting himself with Madame D'estranges.
Mary stared at the ceiling and her body felt like it was spinning. Suddenly she sat up quickly and awkwardly got on her feet. She stopped to close her eyes for a moment to catch her bearings but it made things worse. Mary fell on her knees. She really needed to get out of here.
Someone pulled her up from the elbow and abruptly thrust her into the air. Mary looked down and saw a fair man in his 20's smile as he put her down and lead her into a spontaneous dance. She found herself swaying against him and then was twirled around, she almost lost her footing but he caught her. He told her something but Mary couldn't make out the words but before she could ask him, the gentleman picked her up again. Now she was feeling ill and was about to leave but her roughly pulled her to stop her. His hand grabbed her head as if to kiss her but in a second she then found herself on the ground. Did she fall again?
Strong arms wrapped around her waist and helped her walk. Then she felt them lift her into their arms, Mary resisted again but her vision began to tunnel and then she slipped into the darkness.
Charles placed Mary gently on the bed and began to remove her shoes. Mary sat up and began to pull on her corset. "It's so tight." She rasped.
Without a second thought he reached out to loosen the laces of her corset. Mary stiffened when he came close to her. "Relax Mary."
Charles gently removed her gown and threw it on to the ground.
He sat down and took off his breeches. This night had been a nightmare, he had been gone for a few hours and when he returned, Mary was not there. He searched for her around the banquet but she was nowhere to be found. Anthony saw him and told him he saw her leave toward her chambers. He rushed to their chambers and called for her but nothing.
In a panic he asked his men if they had seen Mary and fortunately one came forward and said they saw her leave with one of the princes. Charles immediately knew where she was. The Princes loved to indulge in private parties with drinks specially laced with a Moorish herb. He immediately asked the French ambassador where they were and he reluctantly told him. When Charles entered the room, Mary was with a Frenchman who was dancing rather provocatively with her. She could barely stand and when she tried to leave the man pulled her hard to prevent her from leaving. Seeing this Charles swiftly crossed the room and pushed the man off her and took her away
"You just need to sleep." He told her.
Mary turned on to face him and nodded.
"It's too warm." Then in one swift moment she took off her under top exposing her bare breasts. She rested her head against his chest and breathed hard into hid neck. He smelled like pines and smoke. She looked up a Charles with a detached gaze, Charles watched her curiously as she slowly ran her hands down his chest and fingered the buttons on his shirt. With her eyes closed she undresses him button by button, sleeve by sleeve. She then observes his chest and white skin. He was perfectly defined but it was his skin that drew her in, it was soft and sensual. She placed one kiss on his collar bone and another on his neck. Then peered down further. She doesn't look at hid face as her hand slipped down his pants. She touched him and he groaned when she added pressure.
Charles immediately pulled her by the shoulders to stop her. "Mary." He breathed into her lips. "This isn't the time."
Mary pulled away in surprise but before she could say anything she covered her mouth. Charles reacted and pushed her off to grab the pot from under the bed. When Mary saw it she vomited as Charles held her hair back. She wiped her mouth and then fresh tears streamed. Mary looked at him with a lucid expression, half naked on the ground.
"Charles." She whispered. "I don't know what's gone into me. I'm sorry."
"The wine was contaminated."
Charles took her hand working hard to not be affected by her lack of clothing. Charles began to finish undressing himself and sat on the edge. He sighed tiredly; his mind was reeling. Finally he laid back on his pillow and preparing to shut his eyes but how could he? He was on fire. The only thing he knew was that he couldn't let her go on if she was drugged. After a while he finally felt sleep come for him but at the last moment he felt her arm wrap around him. She pulled herself against him and nuzzled her head into his chest. Charles in turn wrapped a protective arm around her and fell right asleep.
***In the Morning***
Mary stirred groggily awake from her sleep, when she opened her eyes she couldn't bring herself to move. Her body felt heavy and her head was pounding, she was not feeling well at all. After a few moments she forced herself up and saw her corset cast on the ground. She then noticed her dress by the table. Mary frowned and without a second thought she stood up from the bed and washed her face. But something caught her eyes at the corner of the room. A mirror which showed her bare back, she frowned her brows in confusion. What happened last night?
She suddenly heard the door open and her mind instinctively told her to make a run for the bed but her body was too exhausted and heavy she couldn't move. Charles stood by the door with a tray of food in his hand without another word he set it aside on the table.
Mary shyly covered her exposed breasts as she walked over to their bed and sat down, she felt ill. She turned her back from him and pulled the sheets over herself.
"How are you feeling?"
"Like I've been dragged by a horse,"
"I brought you food." He handed her hot tea and some biscuits.
Mary took a sip of her tea. "What happened to me?"
"The wine had been drugged." He told her. "The Princes have acquired a liking for stronger wine with some interesting effects."
They stayed awkwardly in silence before Mary stated the obvious. "I was stupid to have gone there with them-"
"Why did you go there?" He interrupted. Nothing in his voice or face showed any of his anger but Mary knew better.
"I was curious." She confessed.
"Curious? Of what exactly?" He grounded out.
"Of the Dauphine and their lives."
"You wanted to see what you were missing out?"
Mary flinched at his words but knew she deserved them. "Yes."
He had seen this coming for a long time now. His dukedom was nothing compared to blood line that befitted her and he hated that fact. That he would be the one to degrade bring her further humiliation and disgrace. This never bothered him about Margret but then Margret was never meant to be the Queen of England either. More importantly she wasn't like Mary. For Margret her birth right was an inconvenience and being the free spirit she was it was a nuisance. For her it was just a stupid title with no meaning however for Mary, her title meant something important. It was the only thing that made her feel close to her family and her pedigree. Being the granddaughter of Isabella of Spain and Henry the VII was not something any normal person could just put out of mind. She was meant for great things and a glorious destiny.
"Are you angry?"
"Yes." He admitted. "I am angry at the situation and at those two French bastards."
"You should be angry with me. I did go along with them."
Charles clenched he jaw and looked at the ground. "I don't want to be."
"I was stupid."
"Yes you were." He told her.
Mary felt ashamed and embarrassed but more importantly she felt stupid. Like she was a child being berated by her father. She pulled the bed sheets closer towards herself.
"Were you there all along?"
"No. I was with him."
Charles eyes slightly widened in surprise. "You mean with Henry?"
"I stumbled into this private room and he came in."
"What did he say?"
Mary scoffed and shook her head. "He inquired about our marriage. Then explained why everything was the way it is. I am basically another piece of his game and I know now he doesn't trust his mistress."
"No he doesn't I've been aware of this fact for some time now."
"It's about to get chaotic again isn't it?"
He sighed. "Yes." Charles admitted.
"He told me it would only become dangerous for me if I revealed myself and stayed at court. Though I should be touched by his concern for my well being but his motives were self-serving." Mary seethed, she was upset. "He even called me...his little pearl."
Mary shook her head in annoyance. "It's so ridiculous. Nothing changes. In the end he still exiled me out from my home, destroyed my birthright and humiliated after everything that happened last night. I learned something."
"What?"
"I don't belong there." Mary started again. "Maybe I did but now I know it's no longer my place."
Charles stared at her for a long moment before getting up from her bed. "Only you know that."
"There is something wrong with me isn't there?"
" Why would you say that?"
"I am bad."
"Mary, look at me."
She did as she was told and looked right into his eyes. "You aren't bad."
"I lie all the time." She whispered, her eyes burned with exhaustion.
"Then tell me all the ways that you are bad."
"What?"
"What else do you lie about?"
Mary hesitated for a moment trying to think. "I lie about my feelings."
Charles blinked and smiled finding her very childlike in a serene way. " You are just trying to protect yourself." He defended.
Seeing him smile made her smile. "You can't do that." She accused him.
"Do what?"
"Make excuses."
Charles let out a deep breath. "Go on."
"I've wished harm on people. Sometimes even death."
"So do we all."
"That doesn't make it excusable." She countered back.
"Right."
Mary frowned and her mind immediately went to the kiss Francis planted on her. "You are not the only man to kiss me."
Charles raised his brows in surprise. "I see." He stayed quiet for a moment. "Who was he?"
Mary closed her eyes not wanting to see his face when she said his name. "Francis."
"The Dauphine?"
"Yes."
"When?" Charles felt a slight pang of jealously and he hated that he was a hypocrite about it.
"Well that's the interesting part." She grimaced. "Last night."
"When I found you?"
"Yes." She took his head in her hands and looked straight into his blue eyes. "He kissed me for a moment.".
"Are you angry?" He heard her ask him but he shook his head. However, deep down Charles was seething but he wouldn't dare reveal his hypocrisy.
"No" He lied. "I just wish I had found you sooner."
Mary nodded in agreement. "Me too.
***Later that day***
Charles walked tiredly down the corridor, his head was pounding something that was a result of the frustration and stress he felt from the meeting. The French were as duplicitous and backstabbing as ever. Telling Henry what he wanted to hear but will not heed to his requests. There was no way anyone would accept Elizabeth as a rightful heir as long as Mary was alive. There have been rumors that Cromwell was seeking a dialogue with the Germans hoping to secure a prince but everyone knew failing to secure a match with either Spain or France jeopardized Henry's line of succession.
Charles sighed as he entered the room, only thinking of his bed but stopped suddenly. She didn't notice him yet as she was engrossed in her book but Charles couldn't decide if it was the wine coloured dress or the way her hair was elegantly braided or the black and gold headdress that adorned her beautiful head. Charles knew he couldn't stay angry with her, it was downright impossible for him.
He cleared his throat and Mary instantly jumped out of her seat. "You're here." She said trying to mask her excitement when she saw him. She was nearly losing her mind staying alone in the room.
"Yes."
"How was it?"
"Futile." He said as he leaned against the door. "Nothing will come of this. All this…I don't know what this is."
Mary set aside her book. "They still won't accept Elizabeth?"
"No." He watched her stand up from the chair. "Not even their second son."
She stopped right against him, the warmth of his body against her made her feel light. "What else did they want?"
Charles looked down and narrowed his eyes. "You," The way his voice lowered made Mary shiver.
She placed her head against his chest and placed her hands around his waist. Charles rested his head on top of hers and enveloped her in his arms.
"It would be better for all parties involved if the truth came out."
"Yes." He murmured.
"This lie is suffocating."
"Let me worry about the reveal."
Mary furrowed her brows together at his last comment. She wanted to ask what he meant and what did he know but decided it was better if she didn't know.
"What now?"
"There is a scavenger hunt taking place. We must all be present."
"In the snow? That does not sound too inviting."
"It's not the snow I'm worried about." He said as he smoothed out her dark hair. Charles didn't need to say anything more because Mary knew what he meant. Her presence in Calais was dangerous, one moment alone and he could find her with a knife sticking out of her back.
He took her hand and led her to the main hall. They immediately were met with the chatting royal court and waiting for the King and Queen
Mary noticed the Boleyns' standing with their wives and her heart began to race with unease. She hated how they made her feel and looked away from them. Charles met her eyes and gave her an encouraging smile.
"Don't mind them." He whispered into her ear.
Mary nodded and squeezed his hand. "I'll try not to."
"Hello, your grace."
They both turned and saw an older man and beside him was Susan.
"Ah, Lord White, my lady." Charles greeted. "How do you fare this evening?"
Susan turned bright red and curtsied.
"Very well considering this weather." The older man replied as his eyes fell on Mary. He saw his thick brown brows frown in confusion at Mary, who bowed and offered a nervous smile.
"Forgive me but do I know you from somewhere? I am sure I would never forget such a unique beauty."
"This is Lady Mary, father." Susan told him before reverting her eyes to the ground.
"The Lady Mary?"
"Oh no, this is Lady Bran." Charles corrected.
Susan looked over to her father. "I've only met her a few times in court father."
Mary blinked in confusion, she was sure her identity would be exposed but for some reason Susan lied.
"How wonderful to see you again, Lady White." Mart fumbled through her words. She felt her heart race wildly in her chest in fear. She knew Susan was very fond of Charles and now seeing her with him put their friendship in jeopardy.
Susan face fell and revert her eyes on the ground. "Yes, it has been rather delightful." She answered rather automated.
Mary wanted to speak alone with her but before she could, Susan disappeared. While Lord White continued to chat up Charles. It was obvious he had an agenda with Charles but as time went on her stomach sank.
When he left, Charles turned to her. "What is the matter?"
Mary shook her head and finally noticed the two Kings and their Queens finally enter the room.
"My Lords and Ladies please follow us outside and we will commence."
****Outside*****
The already have been outside for 40 minutes and yet no one has finished the scavenger hunt. Mary followed closely behind Charles who always found himself swept away in a conversation. Once in a while he would glance apologetically at her while the men and the women completely ignored her presence. Not that it mattered to Mary because she was too busy looking out for Susan. She only wanted to explain herself, but what could she say? The truth would do no good either and ultimately she will lose a friend. Yet another thing that also bothered Mary was why did Susan lie about her identity?
Suddenly she caught eye of Susan's long blonde hair and green petticoat. Without hesitating Mary immediately went to her and followed her around the corner of the fake palace.
'Lady Susan!" She called after her.
Susan stopped and turned around. When she saw it was Mary her face fell. "Oh, your grace,"
Mary flinched at the formalities.
"Susan, I'm very surprised to see you here in Calais. I thought you would still be waiting on the Princess."
"There has been a change in plans. I am no longer a lady in waiting at Hatfield."
Mary's stomach sank. "Oh, I didn't know."
"In fact, they shipped me here to be the Queen of France Lady-in waiting." Susan laughed bitterly. "Can you believe it?"
"I am so sorry to hear that. Surely there is something to be done,"
Susan shook her head and looked away. "Are you sorry? Because the reason I am being sent away is because of you."
Mary said nothing; she was too shocked to say anything.
"You think I hadn't realized your little secret?"
"No." Mary swallowed.
"You must have been laughing at me all this while as I confided to you about my own feelings for him. Yet there you were comforting me, his own wife? "
"Susan I-"
"When he visited Hatfield, I saw him leave your room. That day you went into town, I thought it was strange. Why would he go into your room? I thought maybe he was spying for the King. You would always disappear when he came." Susan looked away, choking back tears.
Mary could also feel her own eyes sting. "There was no way to tell you." She saw Susan put her hand up to stop her from talking.
"I never though much of it until I saw the way he looked at you. In the garden when the Queen visited. It was like you were the only thing that existed in this world. Something so precious to him, then Spanish ambassador approached me sometime after and made me vow to keep your marriage a secret and that I would be sent here on the king's order."
Mary stared into Susan's hazel eyes which were red from the tears. She felt horrible. "I didn't ask for any of this. I had no choice."
"Oh you didn't? And what about Kat?" Susan questioned as she wiped her eyes with her sleeve. "I heard she was mistaken for another man's wife and was murdered. It was you they wanted wasn't it?"
Mary mouth opened in shock. "How?"
"How did I know? I knew that man she spoke about was the Duke." Susan grounded out and crossed her arms. "And now she is dead. I know she was rough around the edges but she was a good person. She was kind to me in her own way."
Mary choked back in tears. "It was-it was so horrible. There was nothing I could do for her. I tried so hard to get us out." She wrung her hands in frustration. "But I couldn't save her."
"The worst part." Susan hesitated as her eyes watered." The part that hurt the most is that I thought we were friends. Everyone told me to stay away from you but I didn't listen. Now I am sorry for ever meeting you, your grace."
With that Susan spun her heel and stormed away.
Mary leaned against the wall and buried her face against the wall. She replayed Susan's words over and over again. She didn't know how long she was standing but she felt a firm hand on her shoulder. Thinking it was Charles she immediately turned. "Charles?" She whispered.
"No, I am sorry to disappoint you." He smirked.
Wonder who that is?
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