Alright-y guys, here's the next chapter.
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So without further ado, her it is:
I wasn't completely sure what she meant with her words. Until it dawned on me.
"You told the Queen how unfitting I am…"
"I am surprised you understood that. It seems like you are brighter than I thought. But that won't change anything. The king will never allow your marriage and Henry will understand how wrong you are for him. I will become the next Countess and not some strumpet like you." I felt as if she had slapped me. People had never liked me and I was used to it, but no one had ever faced me with such hatred.
But one thing hit me more than her hate and that was her reason for wanting Henry. She wanted to be the next Countess. She didn't care about Henry at all.
For the first time in my life, I felt my anger taking over my actions.
I made a step towards her and said with a dangerously low voice.
"You are a horrible person. You just think about yourself and don't care about Henry at all. What you want is money and influence. That is the difference between us because I could not care less about his money or the title. The only reason I want to be married to him, is because I love him and I want to spend the rest of my life with him."
Camille looked shocked, but not for the reason I had in mind.
I only understood what shocked her, when I heard a voice behind me.
"You should leave." Henry's voice was deadly. She nodded, wide eyed before hurrying back into the palace. I just stood there, my heart beating wildly in my chest.
Had he heard my love confession?
"Are you well?" he asked, placing his hands on my shoulders, softly turning me, so that I was facing him.
"Yes. I was just…"
"Angry?" He offered with a chuckle and I looked up at him. That was when the truth of my words really dawned on me. I loved him more than I had ever loved something before and I would never allow anything to separate us.
"Yes." I nodded with a smile. Still wondering if he had heard my confession.
"The king wants to meet you." He interrupted my thoughts and I nodded, nervous once more.
"I do not think there is a need for you to be nervous. You convinced the queen and also the king seemed to be surprised by what I said and the letter my mother wrote."
"Very well then…" I took a deep breath and took hold of the crook of his arm. He led me back into the palace, down a few hallways until we stopped in front what could only be the throne room.
The guards allowed us the entrance and I soon faced not only the queen but also the king of England. Never in my life had I thought I would meet them face to face.
I curtsied, glad to have a hold on Henry's arm. I was so nervous I would have probably stumbled without it.
"Your majesties." I said, proud that my voice wasn't shaking. Camille was also there, she stood not far from us and glared at me. But I couldn't care less.
"Miss Bennet, please come closer." The king said and brought my attention back to him. I shortly looked at Henry, he gave me a curt nod, so I let go of his arm and walked closer to the king and his wife.
He looked intently at me.
"Envy can be a hideous thing." he said and I blinked in confusion.
"Yes, your majesty."
"Women are prone to such low emotions, do you agree, Miss Bennet?" What was I supposed to say to that? He was the king, I couldn't disagree with him, even though I wanted to.
"I think everyone is prone to it, depending on their character." I answered looking at Camille out of the corner of my eye. I had never hated a person before, but I did hate her for the reasons she wanted to marry Henry.
"True. But it was the envy of a woman that brought you here." Now I understood what he was talking about. Camille. I could see that her head had turned bright red by now and I had difficulties fighting my smile.
"Yes, your majesty."
"You are a pretty girl, I can understand why Henry wants you as his wife and I don't see anything wrong with that. So go ahead and get married, you have my blessing." I felt like fainting. Had I heard him right? We had his blessing, we could get married without Henry having to give up his title?
"What… but your majesty. You can't do that, she is nothing but a …" Camille interrupted and hurried to stand next to me.
"Don't you dare contradict me!" he bellowed not even letting her finish while raising from his chair. Camille paled and so did I. The king could be really intimidating and his anger was obvious.
"Forgive me, you majesty, I didn't…" Camille started, but the king didn't let her finish once again.
"Yes, you didn't. I advise you to leave the palace immediately and do not return." he told her solemnly. I felt my heart racing and unable to move. Even though I just wanted to turn around and leave myself.
Henry obviously saw how shaky I felt because he walked up to me, placed his hand on the small of my back and said:
"Thank you your highness."
He bowed and I remembered my upbringing and curtsied. Shortly after I followed Henry out of the room without looking once at Camille who followed us. As soon as the doors closed behind us, he pulled me into his arms.
"I told you everything would end well."
I smiled against his shoulder, wrapping my arms tightly around him. I heard Camille's footsteps became lighter until I couldn't hear her anymore. And I could live with never seeing her again.
"I will never doubt you again." I whispered holding onto Henry for dear life, glad that all was over.
"How about we leave for home? After all our marriage is in four days." I gasped remembering that, I had completely forgotten how close our wedding day was.
"I would like that very much." I smiled and let go of him. Henry took my hand in his and led me out of the palace. He told one of the servants to inform the guards who had been with us and get his horse ready.
It was time to go home, once and for all.
Don't worry that's not the end of the story. There are still a few chapters coming, but we are heading towards the end. But who knows maybe I'll write a sequel, that is if someone is interested in reading it ;)
