Sinful

Sinful

Chapter Two

Sloth/Acedia

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Alrighty, I am going by the chapters as deadly sins. There may be two parts to a chapter maybe not. But of course I have to add a little yuminess to each one :D.

Warnings: Mild cursing, and Masturbation.


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"Sluggishness of the mind which neglects to begin good... [it] is evil in its effect, if it so oppresses man as to draw him away entirely from good deeds." (2,35, ad 1) Thomas Aquinas

October 2, 1514

The Palace had been quiet for the past few months that the Princess was gone. Older now and the most beautiful princess England had ever seen.

Charles thought so, but his thoughts always meandered elsewhere. He knew it wrong to love someone far greater in power then he. Yet he could not quench is thirst for the King’s touch. Everything around him seem to spin faster as he walked from the yards of where he and other friends of the King’s played bad mitten.

Then he eyed something utterly odd, why was Thomas More talking with his majesty? They were in deep thought and did not notice the Duke of Suffolk who hid amongst the brush whilst they walked down the rocky path way towards his hiding place.

“My sister is not happy with her marriage…She wants to marry for love…” Harry replied to his teacher with utmost regret. “Why would she want to split the French faction like this? If something happens to King Louis the twelfth then I agree to let her marry whomever she wants…”

Thomas, with his ever-thinking mind stood with a contemplative look. Then turned towards his trusted King “who is it that she loves?”

Charles’s breath hitched, was it him? He knew the little Queen of France had affections for him but she never said a word. Or if she did…He was not paying attention at the time.

“I am not sure…I will wait until she arrives home…I do not want to spring up questions yet for further ties to be unbroken…” The Duke closed his eyes suddenly, feeling utterly stupid for hiding in the brush but also his heart beat against his chest as he felt Henry’s words jab at his heart.

Unbroken, he wished his heart felt like that.

February 2, 1515

Nothing could make his life more complicated then coming to France to see King Francois the first to bring the Dowager Queen of France back home.

What he did not realize is that the King never said to marry her. Which was a huge relief for Charles because he was not ready to shake up the kingdom just yet.

He stood outside the palace, its lavish exterior rivaling England’s own Greenwich palace as he walked amongst the stony pathway. Eyes never leaving the French flags that wavered tall and mighty above the palace.

“Duke of Suffolk, yew are here for the widowed Queen?” a steward asked curiously as Charles nodded his head briskly.

“Yes, so that she may return to the King’s palace.” he would have added ‘where she rightfully belongs’ but of course he did not want to stir anything up.

The servant nodded slowly pushing the doors open so that they both entered the exquisite castle of France.

“Wait here…” Charles did as he was told, standing their stoically while looking at the various statues that peeked from behind the white columns of the castle. The French were an interesting kind; they valued art more than the English did. However, he should not compare his own country to this gaudy palace.

“Monsieur Brandon…Welcome to our palace…”

The Duke gave his best charming smile while his Highness of France directed him towards the room were Mary was secluded in. However, Francois was no fool, he knew of Mary’s affections towards this Duke and she would do anything to marry him. Cunning yes, but he would be able to collect her jewels and dowry if Charles and her wed.

“I have a confession to make…” the French King hesitated to open the door. There had to be a catch here, Brandon thought or something terrible happened to her.

Charles nodded for the King to continue, Francois eyed the Duke with a fixated gaze.

“The Princess has affections for you…”

What happens when the world flips upside down? Charles knew something like this would happen yet he thought it would be easily settled by Henry. Did the King know of the younger’s affections towards the Duke? His whole body felt like collapsing upon the floor.

“That…That is not right…”

Francois lifted a brow baffled by what the Duke’s reply. “Yes…It is true, the widowed Queen is in love with you…We can have your ceremony here if you wish…”

Blue eyes leered at the door before him then back at the King who seemed un-amused by his silence.

“No…I will not marry her…”

Now Francois was baffled, he did not want to marry the girl even though she confessed her love?

“Pardon?”

Sweat dribbled down his brow as he stared at the King who also indeed is confused.

“I just need to take her back home your grace…”

The French King would not be let down that easily. With a click of his tongue he walked towards a small table near the Princess’s room with a piece of parchment on it. “You will write to your King that you have refused the marriage to the now Princess…However, you must return all of the jewels and dowry given to her. This is your undoing Sir Brandon…”

Charles eyed the paper cautiously, then taking it between his fingers with no sign of tentativeness. He strode over to the oak table and started to write Cardinal Wolsey instead…

March 4, 1515

The world stopped briefly for the Duke of Suffolk as he helped carry Mary’s belongings to her room. Her eyes sunken in, tears stained her cheeks as she gave one last mournful look at the Duke. Her heart wretched beneath her chest.

“Are you sure? Maybe you are…Confused…” the young one was only nineteen years of age and still had many years to go. Charles knew he hurt her badly, but either way he would not marry her for the sanctity of her love.

Their eyes met for a moment before Charles broke off his gaze. Whispering the words “I am confused” made it clear to Mary he was not lying.

“Charles…” they walked through the Palace doors of Greenwich leisurely. Mary’s mind grasped for words whilst her mouth just gaped. Making little sounds that came from the back of her throat that in turn came about as cries.

“I am sorry your highness…It is hard to find out that one’s love is not your own…That one person did not love you as other men have…”

She stared at him in awe, her mouth still trying to form words. Tears spilling down her pale white cheeks.

“Someone will find you Princess…And they will love you unconditionally…” he gave her a reassuring smile, but the Princess could not take the loss as she threw her arms about his waist. Trying to hold on what is left of her adoration.

“Thank you Sir Brandon…” wiping away her turbulent tears, the Princess let go of the baffled Duke of Suffolk. She curtsied towards him, regaining her composure as she strolled towards her lady in waiting.

He knew by the look upon her innocent face that she had forgiven him. Not fully but a bit that she can survive. The Princess was indeed strong, and Charles Brandon noted that when he walked through the ornate chambers of the King’s throne room.

Without warning, the door that exited the throne room opened revealing his King. Red tunic encrusted with silver emblems of the English rose. He noticed his arms were toner then before. This almost gave poor Brandon an erection from the sight of such utter beauty.

“Sir Brandon…” thank goodness Cardinal Wolsey had walked behind him or his own cover would be extinct.

“Your majesty…” his lips became chapped, licking them thoughtfully as he stared at the floor. Catching a glance of his pants, this thankfully did not fill up with his rigid staff.

Henry tried to scrutinize Charles’s expression but instead walked to his throne. Feeling almost certain that the man was bluffing about not marrying his sister. Of course he would be happy that he did not do such a crime to commit infidelity. However he thought Charles loved his younger sister. In addition, he would never break a promise to her…So why is it that Charles, the most notorious of their group of friends. Not wanting to marry the Princess?

“May I assume that your highness is curious to why I did not say yes for marriage with the Princess in France?”

Before Henry could speak, feeling baffled that Charles spoke before him however; his curiosity got the best of him.

“I do not love her…And she wanted to marry for love…” he stated the fact bluntly which caught his majesty off guard again. Even the Cardinal tried to even the situation by agreeing with Charles.

“It is true your majesty, he has written me a letter in his writing to tell you that he would not disobey you in any fashion..”

Now Henry may have an ill-temper but he was always one to compromise for such things. He lifted a brow in question as he stared at his right hand man with a precautious gaze.

“If you do not love my sister…Who is it that you have affections for?”

“You my lord…” Charles replied in thought.

Charles could feel the haze erupt around him, as Henry grew close. The King’s moist breath upon his tainted skin, the Duke’s own breath laboring with lust as he tried with grief to restrain himself.

“No one…My lord…” he let out a long sigh, his world had not come crashing down yet. Gulping down the bitter taste of regret Charles glanced over at the Cardinal whom bowed his head and left the two men. Had he known of his affections towards his King? Oh no, Wolsey would have burned him at the stake if he ever found out.

The King himself still seemed cautious around Brandon as he walked about him a circle. Then with another look he started to laugh, Charles of course did not pick up on the joke.

“Oh my…You really…You really are good at hiding secrets…Is she a nun? Is that why you did not want to tell if in front of Wolsey? Come come!”

The confused Duke followed Henry with the slightest hint of ecstasy. Would they be alone? It was utterly disgusting to think about, yet the other part of his brain wanted to touch his firm buttocks in the process.

“No my lord…She is not…”

A playful smirk came about his Majesty’s face as he placed a firm hand upon Charles’s shoulder. “You are my most loyal trustee Charles..”

Damn the King’s gentle touch! He had to keep his mind focus, not on Henry’s sultry eyes but on his friendship yes! His unyielding friendship towards the King of England. That can never be broken.

“Sometimes I just do not understand you my friend..” Henry gave off another chuckle before walking to Catherine’s chambers. Her new name at the court which the Queen of England has taken a slight liking to but prefers Catalina.

“I wish to understand you too my lord..” Charles chanted back while he walked down the corridor with an aching erection. “Wish to know you in bed…”

God why was he thinking like this? These putrid thoughts kept invading his mind like a plague. Instead of going to see the one person whom he could trust he decided to take his frustrations out in one of the empty palace rooms.

Shutting the door behind him, he was in the spare room of the upper levels of the Palace. Garbed in decadent reds and purples that twirled about in his vision. A large golden basin caught his attention as he grabbed it without haste, alongside the towel that would befit a King…

“Oh shit…” his pants came down quickly, along side his drawers as they hung loosely about his feet. He sat upon his bed moaning for stimulation as he drew his hand alongside his plump erection and pumped vigorously.

“Oh God, merciful…Damn…Fuck…Ugh..” no mere woman popped into his head but the King himself paraded around like an angelic idol. His vision almost coming to life as Henry’s translucent hand followed Charles’s motion upon the Duke’s shaft.

“I want you..Ugh…” sweat enveloped his brow as he envisioned Henry’s blue eyes staring into his own. The invigoration of his majesty’s own penis in his mouth enticed him. Let alone even his own between the King’s luscious lips.

He started to quicken his pace, moaning in pleasure as he felt Henry’s translucent arms circling around his waist. Helping out his aching erection as Charles pumped faster.

“Charles…I want to understand you more..”

His silky voice replied seductively in his ear, teasing his gentile with nimble fingers. His fingers, Charles fingers splaying about his erection until he could not take it anymore.

“I want to understand you more Henry..”

Then the most terrible thing happened….One that he wished could have waited…Walking into the room while Charles cumed all over himself.

“Understand what?”

Henry himself walked into the room with no hesitancy. The King could not find Catherine anywhere, and decided to check the spare rooms incase she was hiding. However, he instead finds his best friend…Masturbating, and calling out his name. A look of disgust came about his face as he sneered at his loyal best man.

Oh, if God could smite him it would do Charles good. Here he is, covered in sweat, secretion, and his pants drawn down revealing everything that he had not intended to show his highness…Or at least not in reality.

“I was caught…In a rush…” now he was just babbling, Charles cleaned himself up quickly. Pulling up his drawers alongside his knickers. The King just stood, his infamous scowl resided upon his face, arms knotted.

“I see…” with that, the King shut the door slowly. The uncomfortable air swiftly coming into the room as Charles sat upon the bed kneading his scalp in utter defeat. Knowing that Henry will never forgive him…
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As you all may know, I am going by the show and the historical point of view. I hate to just base it off the show because their is more to their sauciness then the show can portray. ( No they are not lover in the show...-sigh- but they are very close friends I can assure you.)

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