King George Plantagenet II POV

June 5, 1532

Hampton Palace, England

The sun is shining on that June 5th, 1532. I, King George Plantagenet II, look out upon the walk from Hampton Palace, England, the grounds of my palace with a smile upon my face. I can choose from any of the princesses of Europe and today I have chosen, the beautiful Scottish Princess Annette who I bewitched with my royal charm.

I signal to one of my servants to bring her to me immediately. I had already laid out a plan for her arrival in my chambers, where I hoped to make her my own mistress and help her bear my children. I was on the way to my chambers with her when a plan suddenly dawned on me; an idea that excited me more than anything before.

I motioned to my servant, instructing him to pour a liquid into her drink, a fertility drug. It would ensure that I would be able to impregnate her easily. I can still feel the thrill creeping up my spine as I remembered the plan I had concocted.

I have Queen Mary of Guise, now Queen of England, was busy birthing the future of England's throne- three sons-so she wasn't in my chambers to witness what I was about to do. As Annette arrives, I close and lock the doors. I feel my own pleasure suffocating me as I disrobe quickly and lay her gently onto my bed.

I proceed to pull her legs open and thrust my own cock into her. I can feel her maidenhead break as I keep pushing, not caring if a bastard is born in nine months time. My thrusting becomes faster and faster and I hear her moan in pleasure with each movement. Finally, I can't contain the desire any longer and I cum inside her, grunting in my own pleasure.

'Be my obedient pet,' I whisper into her ear. 'My doll, my mistress. No one ever needs to know but you and me.' I squeeze her right breast gently and kiss her forehead before getting up to find a magical pleasure slave collar to force upon her neck. I keep the key hidden in a locked drawer so she'll never be free.

From that day forward she had to obey every command that I give her - my own personal pleasure slave.

Queen Mary POV

Hampton Palace, Birthing Rooms, England

For a long time, I had feared the birthing rooms of Hampton Palace. I had been through this agonizing procedure so many times before, yet the fear of it never quite left.

Today was the delivery of King George Plantagenet II's three sons, George, Edward, and Caspian. I had done my duty and produced my King a true heir and two spare, but I did not feel the celebration I should.

My King had come to the birthing rooms, but only just in time. When he arrived, he took me in his arms and tried to comfort me, but regardless of his efforts, I could not shake my fear.

All too soon, my King had other matters to attend to, and he left the birthing rooms without me. Alone and frightened, I was left with the midwives and priests.

Time moved so slowly as I felt excruciating pain with every single push. Just as I thought I could not bear it any longer, my three boys were delivered. Exhausted and in tears, I pitted my head back and laughed joyously, my husband had made me a mother of three.

But my joy was short lived, as King George soon returned to the birthing rooms. He took me in his arms and, with a grin, began pulsing his manhood into my womanhood. He wanted me pregnant again, with a fourth child before the nine months' prior had even passed.

I screamed in pain and shock, but my King was unrelenting. He knew I would always give him what he desired, despite the draining cost it had on my body.

The birthing of my husband's three sons was not the only thing I dreaded in the Hampton Palace birthing rooms - it was the cost of providing another heir, as well.

Prince Gideon Plantagenet POV

Hampton Palace, England

June 30, 1532

It had been only five weeks since Diana had passed away in childbirth, taking the babe with her. Even though the pain of barely knowing in life what could have been, lingered, I had no choice but to carry on.

The morning of June 30th, 1532, I could not help but to feel a mix of anticipation and dread bubbling in my veins. After all, today was the day I would be taking a new woman to my home, Hampton Palace, as my new wife.

I became aware of Rosaline, my childhood crush, glancing up at me from the corners of her eyes. I was immediately struck with the dreamy beauty of her eyes and the warm depths of a love I knew I could feel forever. Yet, the doubt that this would even work out began to whisper in my head, making me fearful to take the plunge.

Eventually my conscience won out, and I filled the stoic air between us with a silent vow that I would do everything in my power to make this work. Giving her my arm, I escorted Rosaline to the carriage. We stared out the window as the horses clopped away with us in tow, time seeming to stand still until we came to a stop at Hampton Palace.

The palace's traditional grandeur was as spectacular as ever but, somehow, my gazed lingered on Rosaline's face. Her cheeks were flushed with the realization of our circumstance, and her posture was tight as if trying to contain all her questions and emotions. After a momentary moment, her eyes finally met mine, and silently we came to an understanding.

Those few moments passed in a blur, and soon enough we had gone up the stairs and into our rooms. I could tell that Rosaline was nervous, and so I approached her, cupping her face with my hands and guiding it up to meet mine. As our lips touched, a warmth ran through my veins, quickly followed by lust.

We then proceeded to guttedly strip the clothes that danced from our bodies until there remained none. I looked deeply into her eyes, feeling her love and want for me as I entered inside, and I moved towards the bed, my manhood ramming into her womanhood. We embraced in passion, moving our bodies to the rhythm of our matching heartbeats, and as we moved, I planted kisses on her to swallow the screams that threatened to escape from her.

I smiled widely when I heard the word 'Yes' come from Rosaline's lips as I asked her to be mine. I couldn't believe it; after years of dreaming, I had finally got my heart's desire. I felt like a new man, my mood soaring as if my darkened heart was being fully illuminated by the light of her love.

And that is when I found out. I found out that Rosaline was already pregnant when I married her, as 5 weeks ago she and I made love. We were going to be parents before we even started our life together. I was both surprised and ecstatic. I was going to get to experience the most profound emotion - love for a child - much sooner than I expected.

It felt like a dream come true. Although Diana had died, I still held a place in my heart for her. But Rosaline had become my new beginning. In her, I had found hope and a new life to look forward to.

From that day onward, I stayed true to my vow to make the marriage work, and to love Rosaline as my own. The prospect of starting a family and of giving my child unconditional love and stability was what kept me going. A part of Diana's dream to raise our child has been inherited through Rosaline, giving me solace and allowing me to continue living.

"Here's to our new life." I whispered to Rosaline.

"Together." she beamed back, a tear of joy rolling down her cheek.

And that was the start of our happily ever after.

King George II POV

July 13, 1532

I stood at the edge of the ballroom, watching the scene before me take shape. The couples whirled around the room, delighted in their own private world and completely oblivious to me.

As they continued their dance around the floor, I observed the women in the room intently. Most of them were married, but one woman in particular had recently married. She was young, beautiful, and innocent.

An idea ignited in my mind, and I began to make my way towards her. I wanted her to be my second mistress, and I wanted her to be bound to me in a magical way. She would be my loyal and devoted slave, and I wanted to experience her innocence in all its glory.

When I arrived at her side, I whispered sweet nothings into her ear and told her to follow me. Without question, she did as I commanded and followed me to my chambers. We entered the familiar room and I shut the door behind us.

I faced her then, and with a single gesture I revealed my 22-inch manhood, ready for her pleasure. Her eyes widened in alarm and her body trembled with fear, but she was powerless against my will.

I pushed her onto the bed and tore away her clothes, exposing her lithe form to me. With a single thrust, I was able to penetrate her innocent body and take her virginity. Our bodies moved as one and soon she was screaming out in pleasure.

I continued to pump into her for hours until I reached my climax, creating a bastard child in the process. As I lay there, the thought of having her restrictively bound to me forever crossed my mind.

With a whisper, I cast a magical slave collar and fastened it around her neck, binding her to me and giving her the title of my second slave and mistress. Nadia was now forever in my power and I would never let her go.

Queen Mary of England (Mary of Guise) POV

September 13, 1532

The sun shone brightly as I watched Nadia from afar. She wore a bright yellow dress with a jaunty yellow bonnet on her head as she bustled about the gardens. She chattered away with the other ladies-in-waiting, her manner cheerful and animated. But the thing that caught my eye as I watched her wasn't her dress or the manner in which she moved. It was the golden locket that gleamed around her neck.

A wave of anger and jealousy crashed over me as I took in the sight. I knew immediately that the locket belonged to my husband, King George II. I had seen it many times before, and there was no mistaking it. I had seen it on his dresser, and on many occasions around his neck. And now, it was around the neck of my lady-in-waiting, a young woman barely out of childhood.

I felt a terrible mix of emotions at that moment, none of them pleasant. Jealousy, anger, and a deep sense of betrayal filled my heart. I knew I had no right to feel this way, no cause to be angry at Nadia or at the King. But I couldn't help it. I felt as though my trust had been betrayed, and I found it difficult to forgive.

I tried my best to put on a brave face, but I couldn't help but feel unsettled. I knew Nadia meant no ill, but I could not seem to accept the gift that had been given to her. I could not help but feel a deep sadness that a gift meant for me had instead been handed down to someone else. How could the King do such a thing? How could he have forgotten my presence in the matter?

As I watched Nadia from afar, I knew I had to put my emotions aside and be the Queen I was meant to be. I had to trust that the King had good intentions, and that his love for me was still strong. Taking a deep breath, I straightened my shoulders and stepped forward, ready to tackle whatever the day may bring.