A Jewel in Henry's Crown

Chapter Eight

A/N: And so, I am so sorry for the long delay. I realize I haven't updated since July. I haven't updated any of my stories. LOL! I'm a JUNIOR this year! *Cheers!* So that means, SATS and college application time! I won't have a lot of time to update but yeah, I can't believe I have 41 reviews. Thanks for all of them! =)

So, now enjoy Lords and Ladies of the Court of His Majesty King Henry the VIII!

Sins of the Father part II

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Henry had escaped the celebrations to his study. Anthony Knivert stood waiting at the door as a mistress brought Charlotte for His Majesty. He had been signing death warrants and appealing job offers for people in the kingdom. Charlotte curtsied. "Your Majesty wished to see me?" she asked, softly. Henry cleared his throat.

"Yes, as you are to give birth to the bastard, we shall give you an allowance until the day your child is born." Anthony responded. Charlotte's features turned cold and she dug her nails into her skin of her palms. She was fifteen and already pregnant…or at least acting the part. "An allowance of £1500, it should see to your desires once a month."

"Thank you, Your Majesty," Charlotte answered with a curtsy. Henry looked up and smiled to her. How she wanted to scream and disintegrate in front of him and Anthony. Or better yet, she would rather wish to be Charles Brandon's whore than His Majesties. "Is there anything else?" she inquired, with a wry smile.

"No, my dear—oh, there is one thing. Perhaps you should know that your father is having an affair with one of the courtiers. It has been an on-going relationship since his first moment here four months back." Henry told. Charlotte thought she might explode with fury.

"And you have not charged him with rape?" she asked, grinding her teeth.

"I see no need unless if the mistress has announced that your father has raped her." Henry answered, not even meeting Charlotte's glowering eyes.

"But he is my father! My mother's husband—"

"IF, LADY WALLACE, HIS MISTRESS HAS ANNOUNCED RAPE AGAINST YOUR FATHER THERE IS NO JUDGEMENT!" Henry roared, slamming his fists on to the desk. Charlotte backed away frightened. She felt a knot in her throat. "You are dismissed."

Charlotte fled from His Majesties study. Storming past Lady Rochford, Charlotte ran to her chambers slamming the mahogany doors with fury. "DAMN THIS WHOLE KINGDOM TO HELL!" she screamed. These were rare moments when her true anger was revealed; it is because of her father's anger, she had a temper that would soon in a few moments come to act. Charlotte stomped to the nearest table, picked up a vase that must have cost a fortune and threw it against the wall, letting out a sharp cry as she did.

Charlotte then over turned a small night table in fury screaming and kicking as she did so. Violent temper tantrums were Charlotte's weakness. When she was younger and did not wish to listen to her maids' orders, she would yell, shout insults at them, and scratch her maids. After shattering another vase, Charlotte doubled over and dropped on her knees sobbing—clutching her stomach. Tears fell from her eyes and the painting closest to her, she ripped off the wall; not wanting to see the face of His Majesty.

As her violent tantrums resided, a gentle knock came from behind her chamber doors and her guest opened it. "Charlotte," said Charles. He strode over to her side and pulled her into his arms. Saying nothing, Charles let her sob in his arms. All she needed was comfort. "What happened?"

"I hate being here, Charles. My father is having an affair with another younger woman and His Majesty is simply letting it go. It is not fair. I talked to him about it and he yelled at me. I cannot stand the fact that my child is to be a bastard and I am only fifteen." Charlotte snarled.

"There is something I need to tell you, Charlotte."

She looked into Charles' eyes and he wiped her tears away with his thumbs. "What is it?" she inquired, softly tracing his lips.

"I—"

Lady Rochford stepped in. "Oh, I am so sorry. I did not mean to interrupt." She cried, stepping out. Charlotte smiled. "I shall return in a few moments. I have forgotten something anyway."

Charles and Charlotte's gaze returned to each other. "Charlotte, I love you."

A/N: I am evil and going to leave you with a cliff-hanger…MUAHAHAHAHAHA! Sorry it's so short, but you get to see more of who Charlotte really is; and yeah, I know I made Henry seem more like an even bigger ass hole than he already is…but later on, it'll get a little better. =) Hope you enjoyed!