{A/N: Sorry it's so short, I will try to make the next chapter longer than this; yes, Marie's had it hard, but just you wait and see how much more can really happen, sorry, went on writer rant there for a moment~~and in the next chapter we shall see our loving and smexy King Henry the 8th, yay :D*}
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`I curtsied once for Uncle then walked over to my cot but I felt Uncle's presence behind me, standing there and ready to strike like a cobra. This is how it felt. Everything seemed to get very cold then, a breeze picking up and blowing through the tent, making my hair ruffle and hide my left eye. I slowly turned around "Uncle, whatever did I do for such a discomfort tonight?"
"Oh, don't act innocent with me, sweetheart." He towered over me by so many inches, reaching with one hand to tuck my hair behind my left ear so he could see both my eyes now "I know what you've been doing. Flaunting about with seduction, beguiling every man that comes into the room, married or not, all except for the King as I had instructed. Whatever do you see in George Boleyn, I'll never know."
I stared him dead in the eyes with confidence even though I was trembling with worry on the inside "Because he's not like other men, he's actual gentleman who knows how to love and care for a person, everything that a bastard like you is not." A moment later I felt a stinging vibe on my right cheek, my head tilted to the side, my hair plastering against my face slightly due to this. Uncle had struck me. He...hit me.
Before I knew it I was grabbed by my right fore-arm and yanked over to a candle, he took one of the pokers that was laying near by, why it was there I do not know, and he made sure it was nice and hot as he put the poker over the flame and then I tried to yank away "No!" But he pulled me back, nearing the poker towards my arm, I could not hold back the tears that flowed down my cheeks "No, Uncle! Please, no!" And laughed at me in amusement, setting the poker down on top of the coal rocks that laid on the ground then reached back over to me, cupping my face in both his hands as he grinned ear-to-ear, still trying to stop his laughing, tears stained my face still as I stared at him, my breathing stuttering and my hands shaking
"Marie..." He whispered, I tried to turn my face away but he tightened his grip, making me look at him now, forcing me "Do you want to bring great honor to your family?" I stared at him for a few moments before biting my lower lip, hiccuping once "Do you?"
"Of course." I forced out the words in a whisper, taking in a very deep breath as I tilted my head back as he neared his face towards mine. He disgusted me. He nodded in approval, then only held my face in place with one hand this time as he let his free hand slip down the side of my neck then to my left shoulder, his fingers playing with the trimmings on my dress collar, he stared at it with drooped eyelids. As if it were the most interesting thing in the whole world at that moment, then his eyes flashed back to me.
"I still think you deserve a good thrashing." He smiled at me, then ruffled my hair with his right hand as he let go of my face "But I am feeling generous tonight."
"Generous?" I hissed at him, then he frowned again
"But then again, that could easily change." His voice seemed to lower, venom held in it this time, dangerously intimidating. He neared his face towards mine again, so they were only inches apart before snapping his teeth near my lips then leaned back and stepped away from me, chuckling in amusement.
"You digusting, evil man." I hissed at him and made the mistake of turning my back to him, becaue before I knew it I was pulled by my hair and slammed to the ground, pinned and I could hear the hem of my dress ripped as I gasped in pain, looking up only to see my Uncle staring at me with a scowl of anger.
"Do not test my tolerance, girl." He hissed at me then yanked me up to my feet, throwing me on my cot and then he just stared at me, his eyes roaming my body that made me uneasy. I felt very sick then. I just glared at him in disgust then he raised his head rather arrogantly.
"Come and kiss your adoring Uncle goodnight." He was not asking, and I slowly, in relucatance, moved from my cot and walked over to him, still scowling in digust and pecked him quickly on the cheek but he took his own good time to lean over and kiss me at the corner of my lips, so it barely touched my cheek then he stepped back.
"Good night, Marie." He turned on his heel and left he tent, out of my view for now. My hands were shaking as I looked at them, then slowly moved over to my cot but collapsed to the ground, my arms up on the cot as I hid my face on them, sobbing and shivering now. Letting my emotions control me for the mean time. I heard someone enter and I stopped in my actions, but I was till hiccuping from the sobbing as I looked back and saw my sister staring at me wide eyed
"What are you staring at, you silly thing?" I asked, my voice raising in anger as tears stained my face "Get out!" But I could feel another sob erupting from my chest and out of my mouth, I covered my mouth with both hands, nearly falling over to my side but my sister caught me and I quickly latched onto her, hugging her and sobbing, letting the tears fall as they may. Cara just rocked me back and forth, one of her hands stroking my hair and she whispered affectionate and caring things in my ear, how everything was going to be alright and safe. This coming from a girl who was nearly shipped off the France days before. I have lost so much already, and I have no idea what I would do if I lost anyone else I care about or love. I have no idea. Let us hope no one else is taken away from neither Cara nor I.
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