Chapter 7

Was she bluffing? How could she have known of their secret? Charles had paced up and down with his hands rubbing all over his physical features. He sighed deeply as he could not comprehend how Anne knew of it...he made sure that Henry and him were careful, every step and every occasion had not given anyone suspicious activity of both of them. Charles' nostrils flared as he began to imagine that manipulative whore giving Henry all kinds of ideas to get rid of him. What was Anne's motive? What was her purpose to achieving such gesture?

Suddenly a heavy knock came to the door that interrupted his thoughts; one of his servants opened the door to the messenger. The only devastating news that irked him more was that he was needed to escort Princess Margaret to Portugal in two days and what was worse he was going to be away from Henry and let that bitch have him all to herself. Charles gritted his teeth as he headed outside the palace courtyard to meet with Princess Margaret about her travels.

Brown and grey colours intertwine with the pools of black lagoon as Charles stood there with hands behind his back as he sighed deeply awaiting for Princess Margaret arrival. In the distance he heard heavy footsteps echoing across the limestone as a light pink frill appeared at the entrance of the courtyard, with her hands on her hips, she stride with attitude and grace as she was coming closer to him. The scent of her rosy hair reminded him of Henry's own as he closed his eyes remembering all those times that he had spent in the early morning sniffing those wonderful tresses of brown.

"Ahem..." Margaret said while clearing her throat trying to get the young Duke's attention.

"You said something?" Charles asked.

"I said that I would want two chambermaids on board. Heavy security for the pirates and make sure that nothing goes wrong with my travels..." She said fierce fully as she stomped off with her hair whipped Charles' face. Several footsteps trailed further away from Charles as he kept his composure breathing deeply to become mentally prepared for the upcoming event.

Her eyes observed as Princess Margaret entered the court room with all heads bowed out of loyalty the court had for this woman. However Anne did not show any signs of respect for this woman, she was not going to portray any form of dignity to Princess Margaret. As she saw her heading towards the king's council, she immediately pulled one of her ladies in waiting to the side of the court.

"...Are you one of the chambermaids with Princess Margaret to Portugal?" Anne whispered. The young lady looked on her with a smile.

"Yes, I am." She replied with her hands neatly clasped in front of her. Anne's eyes surveyed the court room to make sure that no one was watching them. Turning her back towards the crowd, she handed the young lady two purses.

"I want you to do something for me..." Anne said with a smile on her face.

His heartbeat was faster than a rabbit running from his hunter, sweat poured down his face as he closed his eyes kneeling down beside Princess Margaret with his hands clasped together. Charles was definitely became worried, he had not spoken to Henry since their night full encounter and was becoming more fearful of Anne Boleyn and how close she was becoming...he slightly grunted at the thought of Henry making love to that cunt. Kissing her, fondling her body and worse showing compassion and devotion to her and her only, Charles gritted his teeth at such thought in the first place.

"De numne Partices...inferi spiritus sactum..." Cardinal Woolsey began as Charles opened his eyes slightly staring on the remarkable physique of Henry's back and the thought of him coming over Charles gave him a sudden shudder of desire. However his thoughts ruined by hearing Margaret making a slight giggle as Charles' attention towards her, as soon as Cardinal Woolsey ended the prayer, everyone stood up as Charles awaiting Henry's request.

Henry turned to face his sister and his lover once more before departure, he hated the time that they would be separated from each other but sometimes sacrifices had to be made. He knew that Charles returned, he would shelter him with love and devotion to him on ly. He grabbed Charles's shoulder as he smiled at him however Charles did not return the same gesture.

"As you love me, you would take good care of her." He said softly barely enough to make others hear him. Henry observed that Charles was hiding his true feelings with a smile and returned the same gesture.

"...I would treat her as if she was my own sister." He replied then Henry heard Margaret scoffed at his remark. Henry sighed deeply as he knew that this was the last time that Henry would see him in a long time. However he was not the type to let something devour his thoughts of depression so he began to think of the happy times that he and Charles spent together. Henry only gave Charles this mission to prove if Charles could stay emotionally connected to him and to test their true devotion with each other. Looking on Charles' body as Charles continued to walk out of the main court room with Princess Margaret. Henry sighed deeply as he decided to take a stroll upon the palace. The grey skies covered his thoughts as he noticed red cloth entering the gardens. There she stood with her long brown hair and gleaming eyes with her hands neatly clasped at her sides.

"...Lady Anne..." Henry whispered. Anne immediately rushed to his side welcoming him with open arms however Henry halted her actions.

Looking more confused than ever, Anne stood there with her hands on her hip as staring on the young king.

"...Your majesty...I do not understand what is going on..." Anne was quickly cut short as she felt his lips entwine with hers. Such a passionate communication between them as he locked his arms around her petit waist, she returned the gesture as she rubbed her delicate fingers into his red hair.

Meanwhile Charles boarded the ship with Princess Margaret who was admiring the beautiful view as they departed into the open ocean. He stood there with his hands behind his back awaiting her orders.

"Mr. Brandon, I want to ask you something?" She said as she sat neatly in her chair gesturing him to sit down.

"Go ahead." Charles sighed deeply as he sat down picking up the cards on the table.

"My chambermaids will not hear you." With that statement, the chambermaids left the room as quickly as they can. Now in utter silence with nothing but their breathing occupying the room, both eyes exchanged looks.

"...Mr Brandon, what do you think of Anne Boleyn.?" She said as she kept her stare on him. Charles immediately cleared his throat, he was not sure if he should tell her truth since she could easily tell Henry about hatred for her and worse he could be banished from court.

"...I think that she is a cunning and beautiful woman...I also believe that she is capable of being good in every virtue..." Charles immediately heard her laugh in such manner as if he was telling her a lie which was true in the first place.

"I thought you favoured my brother...I did not know that you liked women..." She said with a smile on her face.

"How did you know?" Charles asked as his heartbeat was quickly paced.

"Charles, I am the king's sister. I practically grew up with you and him and so I knew for a long time that you liked him...I mean you love him and he loves you. Let's just say I swore with Henry from a long time that I would not tell anyone of it." She smiled. Charles gave a breath of relief as he was glad to see that there was someone in the world who was happy of their relationship.

"Well for one thing about Anne Boleyn, I hate her, whatever she is planning on doing...I do not like it. She is turning the king against you and as far as I am concern...you're like a second brother to me. I would not let some bitch take control and ruin your relationship for her..."

Charles smiled at her for once someone was on his side and truly knew the manipulative bitch what she was truly worth. Absolute nothing. Margaret took a sip of her favourite wine as she continued to keep her gaze on him.

"It is a real shame..." Margaret began to play with the cards in her hand.

"What is?" Charles asked as he took some cards from the table.

"That you suck at cards." Charles and Margaret began to laugh as they continue to play.

Meanwhile Henry laid with his arms folded as he awaited Katherine to enter the bed chambers. She entered with long black tresses and long white gown trailed along with the wooden floor. She sat beside him as she observed that something had consumed his thoughts.

"Is everything alright my dear husband?" Katherine asked.

"Yes. Why are you here, Katherine?" Henry asked in frustration. He really wanted Charles to beside him instead of her. He wanted feel those brown tresses in his fingertips, those soft skin against his lips, his voice moaning to his ears.

"I am your wife. I have the right to share your bed...I bet you would rather have someone else..."

"Someone else?" Henry asked.

"Yes. That whore Anne Boleyn." Katherine folded her arms as she pouted her mouth. Henry turned to face her then slowly came on top of her and slowly stroked her hair.

"She is not my mistress. I have no intentions of making her so. Now being my wife..." Henry whispered her ear. His warmth breath caressed her earlobe as he continued to stroke her cheek.

"You will leave me and head to your own bed chambers. Good night." With that last statement, he came off her and curled in the sheets of the bed as he turned to face the wall. He could not see the tears streaming down her face as she slowly rose from the bed. She opened the door and turned to see Henry.

"Have sweet dreams, Henry" Henry could hear Katherine footsteps along the cold marble floor.

The heavy sound of thunder echoed through the dark sky as Charles lay down on his small bed with his arms behind his head. His trails of thoughts were interrupted by the continuous laughter from the ship crew and captain. He sighed deeply as he closed his eyes, slowly inhaling and exhaling the smell of sea as his mind was consumed of Henry and himself in lustful encounter.

"Henry Please!" Charles screamed as he felt the chains tightened around his wrists and ankles. Henry cackled loudly as he began to turn the wheel slowly listening to Charles' beckoning call for help. Then a shadow appeared behind him, Anne Boleyn stood there with a huge smirk on her face.

"Continue, my love. I don't think he's had enough yet!" She shouted as her facial features began to change in something that Charles could not bear to look. Right before him was not a woman but a demon with long black tresses to the ground with her complexion as pale as snow and her eyes filled with ink of blackness.

"Henry will belong to me...and there is nothing you can do about it..." The demon crawled over Charles as he felt his flesh burning from his body. Suddenly the creature opened its mouth spewing out oozes of blood poured on his face.

Charles screamed as he rose from his bed, sweat poured down his cheeks as he panted heavily. What did that dream mean? Charles was not the type to believe in such things especially one that came from nightmares. But was this vision of what supposed to come or what Anne was really capable of? Charles deeply breathed as he rose from the bed as he walked to the window of his cabin smelling the salty air from the sea.

A/N: Finally another chapter is updated. What awaits Charles and his journey to Portugal. What would happen to him and Henry? Would they survive this separation? Stay tune. I cannot really write Latin that well. I was just playing the episode when Cardinal Wolsey was blessing Princess Margaret and Charles on their upcoming journey and I wrote those exact words.