Sinful

Sinful

Chapter Six

Lust

Notes: Thank you so much to Lilith :D Thank you thank you for reviewing! This means alot to me...Oooh yes Catherine's threat may not be heard by these two...So many things to come :D

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Oh my gosh...I found something sexier on Youtube...A Henry/Charles Video!!!!! XXDDDD -does a happy dance- (listen to the video while the sex scene comes up in the next chapter XD it has a great song.) It will be posted up on my profile page, and the garden scene in there I slightly based off my story. Also thank you Aesthetic for a few of the lines in your video with Henry and Charles in the garden helped alot too :D.

Warnings: Gore, Death, and Cursing.


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"Lust is to the other passions what the nervous fluid is to life; it supports them all, lends strength to them all ambition, cruelty, avarice, revenge, are all founded on lust."- Marquis De Sade

April 13, 1534 Greenwich Palace

“The Act of Succession would bring Elizabeth first into the line of becoming the next royal child. Placing Princess Mary the first after her..”

Henry listened to the words carefully, knowing this is what he wanted. In addition, his trust in Thomas More, his friend, ally, will follow his King surely.

Oh how the King was wrong, Thomas did not mind of Anne becoming a legitimate Queen but this? This was absolutely absurd! Not only was Henry defying the faith, but he was also defying the Pope’s right over the religious affairs. Parliament had no authority over obtaining such a document.

He would rather die then sign a treaty that the Pope clearly does not accept. However, there were men signing away, the pen scratching upon the paper like nails against glass.

Why would Henry do such a thing? This is not his only question, but it is Thomas’s main concern. The piece of parchment had been laid out in front of him. Abhorrently he shook his head while pushing away the crisp document.

“I shall sign no such thing..”

All eyes had meandered upon him; the usually quiet More had now spoken out of bounds. Henry’s eyes widened in surprise as he gave him a stern look. “Why not? Clearly my daughter has every right to be Queen?”

Thomas shook his head disdainfully, retracting his gaze to the King’s.

“You are doing this against the Pope’s will…I cannot sign such a document that defies my own faith to God…”

With that said Thomas More left the Parliament to talk amongst themselves. Leaving an awe struck Henry in his wake as the King followed him outside the room.

“Thomas…You are one of my trusted persons…I am the one who is the head of church…”

Turning to face his King, Thomas shook his head once again. “Which should have never been put into your hands…No matter what you say…I shall not sign your act…It goes against God’s will…And also my own..” he swallowed hard, knowing defying his King would mean treason. However, the King seemed ultimately confused then angry. Instead, to take a few steps back to assess the situation.

“There is something else Thomas…” he replied in a darker tone. One that sent chills up More’s spine as he stared at his King.

The old chancellor knew what Henry had been talking about, and did in fact want answers but could only get so little out of him. He led him towards a more quiet hallway that out looked the palace gardens were Anne was playing with little Elizabeth.

“Yes…There is something else that is bothering me Henry…” he gave him a slight leer then turned his prominent face towards the gardens.

He breathed in the fresh air before beginning his question. “Are you in love with Anne? Or are you playing her a fool?”

Henry could only stare at the beautiful woman who serenely played with Elizabeth. That side of Anne made him smile; it was the real Anne, not the one that people had stereotyped her with. He then glanced back at Thomas with a scrutinized stare.

“I am in love with her…”

Thomas only shook his head, still not satisfied with the answer. “By way you look at her it tells me that you see her as a ‘friend’ more then a possible love interest…You had sex with her to have a male heir but could not…” his words were clear, precise to that which Henry could only stare at Thomas’s blank expression.

“You love that you can toy around with her emotions Henry. No, your own love belongs to someone else…Something that I highly condemn…” Thomas breathed in again, trying to regain his senses as he begun to leave. “Yet I will not say a word…Just as long as you do not badger me to sign that awful document….”

With another sigh of relief, Thomas left satisfied, however Henry felt his world slip from beneath his palm. Someone had defied him, and also knew his secret…

July 1, 1535 Trail of Thomas More

Eyes, they were all upon his old chancellor. Dissecting every pore upon his face as sweat dribbled from his defined brow. Auburn eyes only stared at the main head of Parliament who read the verdict of Thomas More’s execution.

“Thomas More…”

The King could only feel one pair of eyes upon him, not of Thomas, but of Charles. Blue eyes scrutinizing his every move, burning his insides as he straightened himself upon his throne. Charles had been behind him, watching poor Thomas lost in a sea of eyes dreading over his haggard appearance.

“…Attempt any bodily harm to be done or committed to the King’s most royal person, the Queen’s, or their heir’s apparent…”

Watching, gasping in a breath as he tried to refocus on the stoic Thomas More. However, his lips could not hold his tongue in. Licking his coarse lips, he tried to imagine Charles doing the same…

“That then every such person and persons so offending…”

No he could not think like this! He loved Thomas, but his mind meandered towards the Duke who stood with his eyes boring into Henry…Wanting him…

“Shall have and suffer such pains of death and other penalties, as is limited and accustomed in cases of high treason.”

Finished? Oh God, merciful God Henry could not take these lustful inclinations. Not even Anne could appear in his horrid thoughts as he stared at Thomas with a weak gaze.

The old chancellor only bowed his head, as he spoke with chapped lips. Facing his King with no emotion placed upon his face “no temporal man may be the head of spirituality…” he suddenly breathed again. His chest retracting pain as he continued his plight. “Nor should a man hide his secrets…” auburn eyes met those of chilled blues, staring at him indifferently.

“We hereby convict Thomas More of treason…He will be hanged, drawn and quartered…” before the man could say anything more. Henry lifted himself from the throne and replied almost begrudgingly. “He shall be beheaded instead…”

Parliament could only look on in confusion however, they nodded their heads. Letting Thomas More be dragged away by the guards, even Thomas Boleyn was questioning this method as he came towards his majesty.

“Your grace…” before he could finish Henry only shook him off while walking straight towards his chambers. Not even Charles considered following him, and instead left to his own home. Knowing well the King will not be himself for a while.

July 6, 1535 At the Scaffolds

Heart berating his chest, Henry stood stoically in the crowd of people to watch the beheading of his dearly beloved Chancellor Thomas. His world had completely shattered, not only had committed the worse sin possible, he is killing the people he knew and loved.

“I shall die…The King’s good servant..and God’s first…”

Thomas knelt down before the stone table. His fingers surrounding a cross that he held tightly in his hand. Placing his head over the table, Henry could hear a small cry from his wife whom had turned from the scene. His daughter Margaret Roper standing right beside her, large auburn eyes large with every emotion piled into them.

“Is this to silence the ones who know?” a hard voice whispered in his ear while Henry stiffened. “He betrayed my trust..” he replied almost automatically as the executioner lifted the axe.

“God our father…Whom aren’t in heaven..Hallow-“ first the skin, then the bones breaking from its body then the head which rolled down towards the people. A few whimpers and screams came forth from the women whom scattered away from the rolling head. Blood dribbled from the stone, while the King watched in his own horror at the lifeless head.

“You taketh and giveth…” Charles replied softly while watching the executioner jump from the little woodened stage and retrieve the head. With a spear, he stuck it upon the tip, letting the blow from the cranium as another cleaned up the body.

August 5th, 1535 Greenwich Palace

Fingers listlessly toyed with the cross that had once been Thomas More’s. Shutting and closing it as the King had watched Margaret leave in thanks. Begging for her father’s head that was stuck upon a spear outside the bridge of the palace. Something that the King regrets doing and let the girl take away the horrid face.

Now he walked amongst the gardens, his eyes meandering over towards the Duke whom seemed to be waiting for the King.

“Your highness..” Charles bent down from the waist, watching the King almost in a daze nod his head.

“I came out to get some fresh air…” the King almost monotonous while Charles followed beside him. Quirking his brow at the cross in Henry’s tender hands. Ones that he hated, but oh how he wanted them to touch him.

“Why did you do it?” the question was blunt, but Henry seemed to avoid the subject as he leaned closer into Charles. Almost touching, almost breathing, very enticing…

“We used to look at the stars Thomas More and I…He was…A brilliant Astronomer…He could name each and every one of them…” Henry glanced back down at the cross, then slowly back up into Charles’s eyes. He had done so much wrong, so much that he shook his head and started to walk again.

“I regret what I had done to Thomas…I wish I could listen to my own reason…”

“You knew what was right…But it ended up wrong…We make mistakes…” Charles replied shortly as he placed a reassuring arm around Henry’s shoulders. Tightening them as to show reassurance, more then what Henry expected as he gazed into Charles’s eyes.

“It was she..It was..” Charles placed the tip of his finger upon Henry's lips while leaning closer to the King. His breath smoldering the King's already wet flesh, the Duke inched closer until their bodies were surrounded by each others embrace.

“We live up to our own expectations Henry..” Charles replied huskily, then without a single thought slipped his tongue over Henry’s lips enticingly. Henry’s skin burned against Charles’s fingers as the King pulled abruptly away by a small sound.

“Father...what you doing?” out of the brush a small little noise interrupted their dirty little secret. Henry pushed away as fast as he could while picking up his daughter with pleasant façade.

“I am telling the Duke here a secret…” he replied with a small smile while the little Elizabeth kissed him on the cheek and giggled.

“Can I know?” even though she was three, Charles thought the girl was exceptionally smart even for her own age. Red curls matching King Henry’s late wife, her fair skin emanating the appearance of Anne Boleyn’s. The girl would in fact be beautiful, even if Henry cannot help it.

The King placed another kiss upon the chubby cheek of the child and shook his head. “It is a secret love…They have to be kept quiet…So you mustn’t tell anyone…”

The child gave a coy smile, “will you give me something if I never tell mommy?”

Henry nodded his head while mimicking the little girl’s smile while setting her down. “Of course my love, anything you wish for…”

Elizabeth thought for a while before scrambling back into the bushes “I will tell you later father!” she shouted while chasing away a butterfly in the gardens.

Breathing out a huge sigh, Charles only chuckled at the simplicity of Henry’s attitude towards the situation.

“We must thank God for Elizabeth’s childish ways…” he then drew closer to Henry, touching his face affectionately and whispering “meet me in the upper rooms of the castle…No one goes there..” brushing Henry’s savory skin against the back of his hand. He made his way towards the castle while Henry stood baffled. Knowing that he could not longer walk and instead sat down upon the concrete lined fountain.

“I wish you would tell me what is bothering you your majesty..” a soft angelic voice rose from the garden behind the fountain as he eyed Anne Boleyn coming towards the King with a fragile smile upon her face.

“You know what is bothering me…” he replied rather to harshly as he stood from where he sat. Almost falling over before Anne caught him by the shoulder.

“I am with child again Henry..” his world tumbled again, this time for a good reason. Yet his heart was not all for it, and instead he kissed her ivory cheek and left her to stand. “I thought that would make you happy…” she whispered softly while a tear fell down those beautiful ivory cheeks.
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Notes:

I had gotten some of the quotes from the Thomas More's trial from wiki, (I know a the best sources but it supplied the quotes) and also from the Showtime series thank you for those quotes too :D

Also, Thomas's head was set upon a stake, so I was not making that up. (For a month! Poor guy, I know you Thomas lovers hate me for doing that I am terribly sorry!) Another little thing is that the dates are probably all screwy, sorry about that too. And yes I wanted Anne to be emotional at the end but not show Henry. I love how she has two different sides to her, not only is she strong willed but she can be compassionate. Thank you thank you again! I give you all loads of credit for helping me :D


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