In the land of Gods and Monsters
I was an angel
Living in the garden of evil
Screwed up, scared, doing anything that I needed
Shining like a fiery beacon
You got that medicine I need
Fame, liquor, love, give it to me slowly
Put your hands on my waist do it softly
Me and God, we don't get along, so now I sing
No one's gonna take my soul away
Living like Jim Morrison
Headed towards a fucked up holiday
Motel, sprees, sprees and I'm singing
Fuck yeah, give it to me
This is heaven
What I truly want
Is innocence lost.
Innocence lost.
In the land of Gods and Monsters
I was an angel
Looking to get fucked hard
Like a groupie incognito
Posing as a real singer
Life imitates art
You got that medicine that I need
Dope, shoot it up, straight to the heart please
I don't really wanna know what's good for me
God's dead, I said 'Baby that's alright with me'
No one's gonna take my soul away
Living like Jim Morrison
headed towards a fucked up holiday
Motel, speed, sprees and I'm singing
Fuck yeah, give it to me
This is heaven
What I truly want
Is innocence lost.
Innocence lost.
When you talk, it's like a movie and you're making me crazy
'Cause life imitates art
If I get a little prettier, can I be your baby?
You tell me life isn't that hard
No one's gonna take my soul away
I'm living like Jim Morrison
Headed towards a fucked up holiday
Motel, speed, sprees, and I'm singing
Fuck yeah, give it to me
This is heaven
What I truly want
Is innocence lost.
Innocence lost.
-Lena Del Rey
Mary sobbed in John's arms; letting her every fear and despair drift away to the pace of John's hands soothing her back. She clenched on to him like she never wanted to let him go. She needed him as much as he needed her. He caressed her chestnut hair that cascaded all the way down to her waist. He kissed the top of her head and as he was near her again, she felt safe as she heard the rhythm of his breath.
"What's wrong, love? Has anyone done anything to you? Has anyone touched you?" John asked as he pulled her chin up.
"No, it's just…"
"Mary, has anyone hurt you?" John asked in a menacing tone.
"No, John. I cannot stay here any longer. I hate it here. Everywhere I go; I'm reminded of my mother."
John embraced her tightly.
"Mary love, wherever she is, I am certain that she is at a much better place than here at court. She was a wonderful woman."
"It's just she has gone through so much pain, John. I can't stand my father's and the rest of the court's false affections any longer. I can't put up with this pretence. How could I possibly be happy here when I am surrounded by the people responsible for my mother's sufferings in the first place? This place only reminds me of her memories and her death. It reminds me of how she died. I don't know what to do, John."
"Shh Mary." John pulled her closer.
"Your mother was a good woman and I believe that she is in heaven ruling over the largest kingdoms along with the most honourable kings and queens. I think she's in such bliss and happiness, bliss and happiness that your father or anyone else could not even imagine. And Mary, if she is looking down on you, I don't think she would want to see her lovely daughter in tears."
Mary put her head on his shoulder and it fit perfectly on the nape of his neck.
"Do you want to get away? Do you mean it when you said that you would marry me?"
John looked at her with gleaming eyes.
"Yes, I want to marry you, John. I love you."
Mary moved forward and locked lips with John. He felt like the entire world had been thrown at his feet. He knew he would do anything for the girl that was now planting kisses on his neck. John was surprised at her teasing ways. It was usually him who would be in control during the little sexual acts that they had participated in. But it was as if he finally burned Mary's walls down only to set aflame Mary's wilder side. He was learning something new about her every day. Mary pushed John down against her bed and sucked on his neck and moved her way to his ear.
"Mary, sweetheart I don't mean to complain but what if someone walks in here."
"I have the door locked. If anyone wants to come in, they must know how to knock."
John found it strange that she would have the door locked and it only rose his doubts about King Francis and other men at court.
"Why lock the door, has anyone done anything to make you uncomfortable at court?"
"Shh," Mary whispered in John's ears.
Mary pulled John's linen shirt from his breeches and looked innocently at John.
"You want me to take this off?" asked John with a growing smirk on his face.
"No, I'm pulling this out for no reason."
John laughed and took it off and threw it on the ground.
"Maybe I could use this shirt, to escape this hell of course."
"And how will you do that milady?"
"By disguising myself as a man, I'm sure I'll be a very handsome man."
"Surely you're not planning on becoming more handsome than I, milady?"
"Shhh"
Mary planted kisses on John's sturdy chest. The feeling of her soft, succulent lips upon his body was the best feeling he had experienced in his life. It made him burn for her with a passion that could not be withheld. It was usually him who had done all the teasing, all of the dirty work when it came to bedding women. He had been with many women but none had actually taken the time to seduce him or participate in any sort of foreplay. But Mary was completely different. Her curiosity, her innocence was so irresistible that she herself had no idea what she did to men.
Mary moved down to his abdomen and lightly sucked on every single abdominal muscle slowly taking her time, exploring a man's body for the first time. In the mean time, John felt the sheer softness of her chestnut hair, caressing it slowly in tune to her motion. Mary moved forward and simply observed his chest and then put her hand against his hardened nipples and then lightly caressed it with her tongue. Then she just laid there, head on his chest, breathing heavily, hands spread over his upper abdomen.
"Are you finally done exploring, love? You've never really been exposed to a man's body before have you?"
"To be truthful, no I haven't John" Mary looked innocently into John's eyes as she bit her lower lip instinctively, an act she did whenever she was nervous; something that drove John crazy.
John pulled Mary up and held her close to him.
"Then in that case I am your first and I will be your last," John said possessively.
The dazzling sun blazed through her skin as the warmth instantly radiated her, waking her up. She looked to her right, immediately expecting to find John beside her. But she felt no powerful arm bellow her holding her head up as she quietly slept, she saw no handsome face, heard no light snores, and the contentment that she felt last night was entirely shattered only to be replaced with emptiness.
Mary hugged a pillow. She wished that the pillow would magically appear into John. She didn't know whether everything that happened last night was a dream or not but then she saw a piece of paper beside a rose on the table beside her.
She picked up the piece of paper and started reading.
Good Morning, Sleeping Beauty. You were sleeping so beautifully, I didn't want to wake you. I left early because the ladies-in-waiting woke me up when they were thudding on your door. I should've woken you up. His Majesty was probably asking for you. But I supposed you needed sleep so I just left court as soon as I could. I brought you a rose, not half as beautiful as you but still it is a token of my love. I will be coming back for you. Take care of yourself at court; I know that not everyone has your best interests at heart. Hold your head high and intently believe that you don't need to bow your head down to anyone.
John
P.S I love you
Mary quickly got up and opened the window, instinctively looking for a familiar face only realizing that John must've left hours ago. She was supposed to wake up early; everyone at court is supposed to in respect to the court's orders but she slept until noon and kept her chamber firmly locked. A smirk appeared on her face when she thought about how furious her father would be. She didn't intend to please her father nor did she care about what the rest of the court thought.
The wind blew her face and the piece of paper that she held was gushed away by the wind. She reached out for it, trying to grab it but she couldn't. But soon, she reached for it again at another attempt at catching it but just as she popped her head outside the window, she caught her father's glance. Her father looked up at her giving her a look of which she couldn't figure out the meaning of. He was with the pale, blonde woman, Lady Jane. She also demurely glanced at Mary. Mary simply bowed her head down to show her respects to her father and he did the same.
King Henry bowed his head to his daughter. She was only one who still remained in her chambers this late at noon. He hadn't the slightest clue why she locked herself in her chambers but he certainly did not find this kind of behaviour amusing. She was his daughter and she had to live up to those expectations. She may not be a princess, but she was still a king's daughter, a noblewoman and thus she had expectations to meet. But here she was, looking out of her windows, smiling in thin air and then trying to catch a piece of paper.
"I really like the Lady Mary, Your Majesty."
"Jane let's not discuss the others when you're with me, Jane."
"As you say; your majesty."
"Jane, I know I promised that the next time we meet, you would have a family member present but I just had to see you. I have thought about you all night."
"Your Majesty, you are very kind but alas you are a married man."
Henry Tudor took Jane to a secluded place in the court's gardens.
"Jane, you shan't speak about this to nobody. Not one soul."
"I would never disobey you, your majesty."
"Anne Boleyn is a witch. There are allegations that she had been seeing other men and I have certain witnesses that accuse her of incest."
"Are you sure these accusations are true?"
"Yes Jane, I'm more than certain."
"Are you going to take action against her, your majesty?"
"Indeed, I am. But Jane, when I have executed Anne, I would like to make you my wife."
He took out a box and opened it. It was a beautiful ring with a large blue sapphire in the middle. Jane gasped.
"It's beautiful, your majesty."
"No Jane, please call me Henry."
He took out the ring and slipped it on to her ring finger. There was a new glow to her face. The crimson blush on her pale face moved Henry. He was surely in love with Jane but he always doubted whether she really loved him. Her hair was for once let out in coppery curls and her lips were bright scarlet. Even at twenty-eight, she was a sight to behold.
Mary walked down the stairs swiftly trying not to trip over her lavender gown. She was late but she didn't fail to leave an impression. Her glossy chestnut curls bounced as she walked down. The bad men eyed her with lust while their female counterparts eyed her with envy. But she eyed them back as if they meant nothing. They mattered once. She thought it was the people that loved her. But that was when she was a child. That was until she was made a servant in her own father's kingdom. Now she knew she used to be truly alone after her mother died. She was born to face the harshness of life alone.
But then she faced the kindness of strangers. Now she had a family and a little hope for her soul. She had John; a lover, Layla; a child; and Rose and Abraham; her siblings. She had the perfect picture in her mind and she hoped that her second chance to life wasn't a waste.
King Francis walked towards her. Everyone bowed down to the King as he eyed her keenly. Mary curtsied slightly although she would much rather spit on his face if given the chance.
"Dance with me Princess," King Francis said as he lightly grabbed her wrist and kissed her hand. Instinctively, Mary yanked her hand away leaving the court in slight awe. "I apologize, your majesty but as an obedient servant of my father, I will only dance with you with my father's permission."
King Francis came a little closer, held her waist and whispered "Well you're a feisty one aren't you? It's a dance love, I won't bite you."
Mary fought his hand away. But King Francis instantly moved a large distance as Henry and Jane walked in court. Mary as the rest of the court curtsied. Jane went to her brother Edward Seymour and Henry went up to sit in his big throne completely ignoring Mary's presence.
Sir Francis Bryn didn't know how to approach the confident beautiful woman that seemed to be catching everyone's attention at court. Sure he had a way with women but ever since he found out that the men that beat him were the emperor's men, he became a little wary of how to confront her with the task he'd been given but as a loyal servant of the King, Francis Bryn went right ahead.
"Lady Mary, I wanted to apologize for my behaviour. I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me?"
"I will try Sir Francis."
"Do you like games, Lady Mary? There's a new game at court you may enjoy."
"What is it?"
"It's called cunnilingus. It's an old country practice."
"How do you play it?"
"Well you.."
"I think you're making fun of me Sir Francis."
Mary heard giggling and laughter from the few men and women standing around her, the moment they overheard their conversation. She glanced at them questioningly but soon walked out of court feeling alienated once again.
Mary walked around the garden as she shivered as the sheer winds of the coming winters pierced her skin.
But just as Mary dwelled into her thoughts, she felt an arm covering her with a warm cloth. She looked up and saw Thomas.
"Hello, your grace."
"Thomas, what a lovely surprise!"
"What is this? This is beautiful, Thomas"
"Your grace, I bought this for you. I was passing by a few shops and I was thinking of you."
"It's lovely. Thomas."
"Guards take Anne Boleyn to the tower, immediately."
Anne Boleyn dropped the glass of water she was holding. Two guards held both of her hands.
"Henry, what is the meaning of this? Why are they taking me away? What have I done?"
"What haven't you done, Anne? You've betrayed me with lord knows how many men. You have had an incestuous relationship with your brother and then you have the audacity to question me? Guards take this harlot out of my sight immediately.
"Thomas, what is cunnilingus?"
"Mary, where'd you hear that from?"
"I heard it's an old country practice. How do you play it? Can you show me Thomas? Please"
"Hello Mary."
Mary was startled. She turned around and met eyes with King Francis.
Thomas bowed. Mary followed and proceeded to a weak curtsy.
"Princess Mary." King Francis kneeled down and pulled up Mary.
"If you'd excuse us, Thomas it was? I'd like a word alone with Mary."
"As you say your majesty."
Thomas walked away but remained at a distance where he could keep an eye on Mary.
King Francis bent down and kissed Mary's hand.
Mary was reluctant to give him her hand. All she could think of was how she wanted to spit on his face.
"I couldn't help but over hear your conversation with that feeble boy. You wanted to know what cunnilingus was I believe."
"Yes, I hear it's an old country practice."
"You're very irresistibly innocent. I can show you exactly what an old country practice is if you'd let me." King Francis put his hand on Mary's loose tresses and played with it while his fingers lingered on her breasts. Mary flinched.
"Mary why do you always run from me?"
"Your majesty, you may be a king but you're crossing your limits. Last I remembered, I too am a daughter of a king and a noble queen. I deserve to be treated with respect and dignity. If you want a harlot, ask my father. I'm sure he'll lead you to some of his prized mistresses."
Mary turned around but King Francis clenched her hand before she could walk away in rage. He pulled her around and Mary's eyes began tearing up.
"I have never had a woman talk to me in this manner. I thought you only had a feisty tongue but you seem to still think yourself to be some honourable princess. You are nothing but King Henry's bastard daughter. Do you think he cares for you? He doesn't even trust you. He sent Sir Francis to you so he could test your innocence. Do you know what Cunnilingus is? It's what filthy men like that feeble commoner that you claim to love do to filthy women like you."
Tears were finally streaming down Mary's cheeks that were flushed in her rage. She pulled her hand away and started running but the uproar of the court stopped her.
Crowds started lining up outside court. Anne was at the midst of two guards. Tears burst down Anne's face and she screamed. It was very unlike the way Queen Katherine left court after her marriage to the king was annulled. She left with grace and dignity, not willing to let a single person be witness to her tears.
Hey everyone. I know I haven't written a chapter in so long. It's just I've been busy with exams and a new semester to be honest I've sort of lost the passion I had for this story. But I will definitely finish this story. I'm going to add songs from now on. I think it'll make everything more interesting. I think the song above reminded of where Mary was headed in my story when I first heard it. It's called "Gods and Mosters" by Lana Del Rey. Enjoy!