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S through Z › The Tudors
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
8
Views:
3,164
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own The Tudors on Showtime, I make no profit of this story.
Sinful: Envy
Sinful
Chapter Three
Envy
Notes: Heylo, alright I decided to devide three sins into two chapters. So I changed the title of the last chapter to 'Sloth/Acedia' Acedia is the Latin name for Sloth. That is what I am going to do with Envy but it is going to have two chapters. (Bah sorry I know its confusing XD)
Okay this chapter is sucky, I named it envy because of things in it :D. Thank you so much to ReganX and Boleyn Girl13 for helping me with the history aspect. Even though this is AU I still want to get some history right. (I will point out the ones that I wanted to keep wrong but if it is not pointed out please tell me :D thank you so much.)
Warnings: Cursing
Thank you for the hits everyone :D
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“sinners [who] have their eyes sewn shut because they enjoyed watching others brought low." Dante
January 14, 1518
Scorn, sheer, unadulterated scorn against that meddling little whore that sleeps soundlessly in the King’s chambers content.
Knowing full well the beautiful Queen Catilina did not know of Henry’s where bouts. Charles wanted to march right up to her and say ‘your King is having an affair with Bessie Blount!’
No, he was not that much of a full. The King had come around to Charles a year ago with Henry asking why he said his name? The Duke of Suffolk concluded that it was a mere mix up of names.
‘What a terrible lie…’ he thought regrettably, as he toured around the castle walls for any sign of Knivert or Compton for that matter…
“Sir Brandon…” instead, he had captured Catherine’s attention. Robes upon her silken black dress flowing freely behind her. Spanish style headdress glittered from the oncoming sun through the palace windows.
“Your highness…” he could feel the sweat coming from his brow. It was now or never, tell her everything…
“Do you know if Henry…Is…” the words caught in his throat as he licked his lips in thought. Glancing at the ground feeling confined. “No…”
The last answer only made the Queen smile; she then glanced over at her ladies in waiting then back at Charles with a thoughtful stare.
“You are lying to me Sir Brandon…” if he looked more closely, he could see a sadness enveloping her beautiful clear blue eyes. Now he felt like an utter ass, why couldn’t Henry just tell her did not love her and end this agony.
He watched the Queen leave in silence, but followed her asking “may I pray with you?”
Catherine almost seemed baffled by this question. However, the strong Dowager Queen nodded her head politely.
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The fire danced about the logs where Henry sat there in stillness. Awaiting for his friend to speak about his reason to accompanying the Queen to prayer.
“I needed to pray…” Charles replied softly, something uncharacteristic about the charmer. However, the Duke felt like he needed the company of someone other then his friends or King. Someone he could ask questions even if they relate to his highness.
“To pray?” mocking Charles words, the King sat up in his gilded chair. A heated stare never wavering from his opponent.
Licking his lips out of habit, Charles bowed his head in shame. He knew he broke the code of the English gentlemen. He is not in lust for the Queen, oh no…Not at all…
“Yes, to pray….” Charles said at once after Henry stood from his chair. Their eyes meeting for a moment before the King stepped closer.
Silence played its weary game again. The Duke hated to stand there and just look at the King, it made him feel…Aroused…
Without warning, Brandon clasped his hands upon Henry’s shoulders and smashed his lips into the King’s. Henry screamed in his mouth pushing him away like he were some sort of disease.
“What…My God…”
His breathing became faster; Charles’s head swooned in the depths of darkness as he tried to figure out what he had just done. Lifting his hand nonchalantly trying to apologize for his rambunctious behavior.
“Your highness I…” suddenly his lips were full again. Surprised by the King’s gesture, Charles moved his arms around the King’s leaner waist as they tried to dominate each other’s mouths.
Pushing away again, Henry stood gasping for air. Charles, in utter shock, tried to ask him why but instead could only open his mouth without sound coming forth.
When the two gathered their bearings, Henry stood tall again. Even though he was shorter then Charles he still had an intimidating aura about him. Wiping away the saliva from his mouth with the sleeve of his coat. The King strolled towards the door as if nothing had happened.
“Speak ill of me and you will never see day light again…Understood?”
Charles nodded confused, he knew the King was not interested in men but he did indeed kiss back. However, the Duke forgot the purpose of the King; if he were to show weakness then he would be the one to never see the light of day.
May 4, 1520 Calais France
King Francois the first had invited the King to the Field of Cloth. A ceremony to bring England and France together. This would result into disaster as Charles thought about it but decided to put his ill wishes aside.
Every time he and Elizabeth were together in secret he felt a pang of jealousy rupture beneath his skin. No, even more then jealousy, envy…He wanted to have Henry but knew it was his fault for chasing him away.
Henry would not even look at him much less speak to him unless it was important matters. What was worse is that he betrayed the beautiful Queen Catilina…
Things were pushing down upon his body. God wanted him to fall upon his face like a fool. Now he had to hide his feelings from the court or he would be on the scaffold in no time.
“King Henry the eighth…We welcome you to our humble abode…” Francois smiled kindly when King Henry met with him.
They started up in conversation while the Queen stared at Henry with utter contempt. Queen Catherine was not fond of the new ‘little’ addition of the King Henry's, saying that illegitimate boy would take over Mary’s place. The strong Dowager Queen would not have it. However, she had to abide to her King, no matter what the circumstances were.
Charles stood stoically, glancing over at the Queen who seemed to be in deep pain. Even though she did not show it, it could be read behind her glassy eyes. Indeed, he felt half-responsible for it, but he knew Henry would never tell a soul about what happened in the room.
-
August 5, 1521 Greenwich Palace England
Defender of the Faith…Charles thought he could laugh at Henry’s new honor that the Pope Leo the tenth gave to him. Not that he did not deserve it, it just made him feel bitter inside.
Why? Because he was attracting the attentions of others and ignoring him? Slightly, really he was just sexually frustrated…
He had begun to have an affair with one of the Queen’s ladies in waiting but that did not end well. All of his thoughts focused on Henry and Henry alone.
This past year he was enrolled in the English armor that would fight against the French. Silly request that the King made for he was to busy fucking other women about him to even care.
However, Charles had been wrong again. The King had sent him a small metal, a token of gratitude for who knows what. Probably not sneaking up into his highness’s chambers and fucking him silly.
Whatever the Duke thought, he knew he must return to claim his King’s lust. Otherwise he will die on the battlefield confused and alone.
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Notes: Charles did not fight in that war(I sent him off for purposes only ^-~)...I do not believe...I know there was an invasion...I could be wrong but if someone knows then tell me :D.
Reviews are welcome, even if you do not like the story. I will always answer your questions :D
Thank you again to Boleyn Girl13 and ReganX for the historical dodads :D
Chapter Three
Envy
Notes: Heylo, alright I decided to devide three sins into two chapters. So I changed the title of the last chapter to 'Sloth/Acedia' Acedia is the Latin name for Sloth. That is what I am going to do with Envy but it is going to have two chapters. (Bah sorry I know its confusing XD)
Okay this chapter is sucky, I named it envy because of things in it :D. Thank you so much to ReganX and Boleyn Girl13 for helping me with the history aspect. Even though this is AU I still want to get some history right. (I will point out the ones that I wanted to keep wrong but if it is not pointed out please tell me :D thank you so much.)
Warnings: Cursing
Thank you for the hits everyone :D
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“sinners [who] have their eyes sewn shut because they enjoyed watching others brought low." Dante
January 14, 1518
Scorn, sheer, unadulterated scorn against that meddling little whore that sleeps soundlessly in the King’s chambers content.
Knowing full well the beautiful Queen Catilina did not know of Henry’s where bouts. Charles wanted to march right up to her and say ‘your King is having an affair with Bessie Blount!’
No, he was not that much of a full. The King had come around to Charles a year ago with Henry asking why he said his name? The Duke of Suffolk concluded that it was a mere mix up of names.
‘What a terrible lie…’ he thought regrettably, as he toured around the castle walls for any sign of Knivert or Compton for that matter…
“Sir Brandon…” instead, he had captured Catherine’s attention. Robes upon her silken black dress flowing freely behind her. Spanish style headdress glittered from the oncoming sun through the palace windows.
“Your highness…” he could feel the sweat coming from his brow. It was now or never, tell her everything…
“Do you know if Henry…Is…” the words caught in his throat as he licked his lips in thought. Glancing at the ground feeling confined. “No…”
The last answer only made the Queen smile; she then glanced over at her ladies in waiting then back at Charles with a thoughtful stare.
“You are lying to me Sir Brandon…” if he looked more closely, he could see a sadness enveloping her beautiful clear blue eyes. Now he felt like an utter ass, why couldn’t Henry just tell her did not love her and end this agony.
He watched the Queen leave in silence, but followed her asking “may I pray with you?”
Catherine almost seemed baffled by this question. However, the strong Dowager Queen nodded her head politely.
-
The fire danced about the logs where Henry sat there in stillness. Awaiting for his friend to speak about his reason to accompanying the Queen to prayer.
“I needed to pray…” Charles replied softly, something uncharacteristic about the charmer. However, the Duke felt like he needed the company of someone other then his friends or King. Someone he could ask questions even if they relate to his highness.
“To pray?” mocking Charles words, the King sat up in his gilded chair. A heated stare never wavering from his opponent.
Licking his lips out of habit, Charles bowed his head in shame. He knew he broke the code of the English gentlemen. He is not in lust for the Queen, oh no…Not at all…
“Yes, to pray….” Charles said at once after Henry stood from his chair. Their eyes meeting for a moment before the King stepped closer.
Silence played its weary game again. The Duke hated to stand there and just look at the King, it made him feel…Aroused…
Without warning, Brandon clasped his hands upon Henry’s shoulders and smashed his lips into the King’s. Henry screamed in his mouth pushing him away like he were some sort of disease.
“What…My God…”
His breathing became faster; Charles’s head swooned in the depths of darkness as he tried to figure out what he had just done. Lifting his hand nonchalantly trying to apologize for his rambunctious behavior.
“Your highness I…” suddenly his lips were full again. Surprised by the King’s gesture, Charles moved his arms around the King’s leaner waist as they tried to dominate each other’s mouths.
Pushing away again, Henry stood gasping for air. Charles, in utter shock, tried to ask him why but instead could only open his mouth without sound coming forth.
When the two gathered their bearings, Henry stood tall again. Even though he was shorter then Charles he still had an intimidating aura about him. Wiping away the saliva from his mouth with the sleeve of his coat. The King strolled towards the door as if nothing had happened.
“Speak ill of me and you will never see day light again…Understood?”
Charles nodded confused, he knew the King was not interested in men but he did indeed kiss back. However, the Duke forgot the purpose of the King; if he were to show weakness then he would be the one to never see the light of day.
May 4, 1520 Calais France
King Francois the first had invited the King to the Field of Cloth. A ceremony to bring England and France together. This would result into disaster as Charles thought about it but decided to put his ill wishes aside.
Every time he and Elizabeth were together in secret he felt a pang of jealousy rupture beneath his skin. No, even more then jealousy, envy…He wanted to have Henry but knew it was his fault for chasing him away.
Henry would not even look at him much less speak to him unless it was important matters. What was worse is that he betrayed the beautiful Queen Catilina…
Things were pushing down upon his body. God wanted him to fall upon his face like a fool. Now he had to hide his feelings from the court or he would be on the scaffold in no time.
“King Henry the eighth…We welcome you to our humble abode…” Francois smiled kindly when King Henry met with him.
They started up in conversation while the Queen stared at Henry with utter contempt. Queen Catherine was not fond of the new ‘little’ addition of the King Henry's, saying that illegitimate boy would take over Mary’s place. The strong Dowager Queen would not have it. However, she had to abide to her King, no matter what the circumstances were.
Charles stood stoically, glancing over at the Queen who seemed to be in deep pain. Even though she did not show it, it could be read behind her glassy eyes. Indeed, he felt half-responsible for it, but he knew Henry would never tell a soul about what happened in the room.
-
August 5, 1521 Greenwich Palace England
Defender of the Faith…Charles thought he could laugh at Henry’s new honor that the Pope Leo the tenth gave to him. Not that he did not deserve it, it just made him feel bitter inside.
Why? Because he was attracting the attentions of others and ignoring him? Slightly, really he was just sexually frustrated…
He had begun to have an affair with one of the Queen’s ladies in waiting but that did not end well. All of his thoughts focused on Henry and Henry alone.
This past year he was enrolled in the English armor that would fight against the French. Silly request that the King made for he was to busy fucking other women about him to even care.
However, Charles had been wrong again. The King had sent him a small metal, a token of gratitude for who knows what. Probably not sneaking up into his highness’s chambers and fucking him silly.
Whatever the Duke thought, he knew he must return to claim his King’s lust. Otherwise he will die on the battlefield confused and alone.
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Notes: Charles did not fight in that war(I sent him off for purposes only ^-~)...I do not believe...I know there was an invasion...I could be wrong but if someone knows then tell me :D.
Reviews are welcome, even if you do not like the story. I will always answer your questions :D
Thank you again to Boleyn Girl13 and ReganX for the historical dodads :D