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S through Z › The Tudors
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
8
Views:
3,178
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: Greed/Avaritia
Sinful
Chapter Eight
Greed/Avaritia
Alright, before anyone kills me, I know I portrayed Anne in this story a little mean, but there is a reason. And I think she is still a strong woman who can forgive, no matter what. I think it is my favorite part of the story when she knows that she did nothing wrong but knows to forgive.
Thank you again to EmeraldandScarlet for giving me an idea for the chapters and heping me out immensely. Thank you so much!
Thank you to all of my reviewrs, you guys have always stayed with me through thick and thin. I love you guys, genuinly promise :D.
Thank you so much Lilith for reviewing the story! ^-^
Warnings: Death and Sex
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“All religion, my friend, is simply evolved out of fraud, fear, greed, imagination, and poetry” –Edgar Allan Poe
May 19th 1536 Greenwich Palace
Evening came and went while Anne sat in the chambers of the Tower. The world had concaved upon her shoulders. Why on earth would Henry think that she would fornicate with her brother George? Some rubbish went around probably and now she sat in here…Loathing the King forever deserting her for him!
Oh, Jane is a damned fool to even think Henry has any interest in her. The only thing that keeps him alive is that damned Charles Brandon. Oh how she wished the day she found out that her hands could wrap around his neck.
Anne had been minding her motherly business when all of a sudden two men were seen in her line of vision in the gardens. Thinking it was her indecent brother, she came towards the couple laughing like a buffoon.
Little did she know the two were the King and the Duke. Seeing them sent a horrid rage inside her, no words came forth from her mouth besides ‘what is this?’ and ‘how could you?’ How could he? Do this to his daughter, to reveal this offensive action.
Henry only stared at her pathetically. Hoping to stop her tears while gripping her hand forcefully. Whispering in a harsh voice that if she ever said a thing her head would be upon the scaffold.
Why could she not hold in that bitter sweet laugh. The word of Charles, the Duke of Suffolk spread like hot fire around the castle. People whispered of the King’s affection towards Sir Brandon like a disease.
Now she landed here, in this awful Tower where bugs lay at her feet. Oh yes karma can come and bite your ass like a little bitch. Oh how she hoped Jane would receive the same feature she would!
Tears rolled down her spoiled cheeks, she knew she had done some wrong. However, the King did as well, and she hoped, inside the dark crevasses of her mind that Henry and Charles will be caught. Their own heads following hers upon the dirty ground.
She could no longer take the anguish as she lay upon the mattress. Now she wanted to take those disgusting words back. Wishing she could have kept her mouth shut but her anger got the best of her. Now her mother, father, brother soon to be dead before her would watch as she fell.
Anne had her revenge, but she loved Henry more then any woman that set foot upon the palace. More then that pretty little bitch Jane. Even more then Charles Brandon could ever imagine. At least she can produce an heir.
The doors opened slowly, her peasant dress soiled from the vile that came from her mouth. She is nervous, to see his face and her face. Their faces looking so evil in the crowd, contorted with their smirks of happiness. They will have Anne dead, but oh how her death will bring a mockery to them!
The guard lifted her from the ground, another shut the door behind them as they lead her down the steps. Before she continued on, she glanced over at the other attendants. Her ladies, and with a small smile said “I want to die in something beautiful…”
The two guards nodded, agreeing that the ladies take her in to one of the spare rooms and dress her in the finest clothing.
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Anguish had laid waste to his majesty. He felt his heart grow weary each and every day. Why is he not surprised it would come to this? Not only is he killing someone he loved, but is also hurting the woman who stood beside him.
Jane’s sullen face was fixated upon the May Queen as she walked out elegantly upon the platform. A beautiful red petticoat caught the eye of all who stood there to watch. A dark grey damask over her shoulders trimmed with fur.
If Henry looked closer, he might of caught a small smile upon her beautiful creamy skin. How he wished he could take it all back, but after not producing an heir it had to be done. Yes, it had to be done…
Bowing her head, she opened her arms as to let her attendants take away the coat. Her lips trembled slightly, but the proud Anne would not have of it. Closing her eyes, she took in a breath and begun a speech that would ever berate the King’s ears.
“Good Christian people…I come hither to die, for according to the law and by law I am judged to die, and therefore I will speak nothing against it…” her eyes lifted to Henry’s. She knew he was hurting, and hoped he was feeling the same pain she was feeling.
“What I have said before about our King…Is untrue…Anger gets the best of us sometimes…” Henry glanced up at his former wife, seeing her in this vulnerable state almost made the King end this terrible fate. However, he could not; his will could not move him.
With one last breath, she gazed up at the sky while her blue eyes were covered with a silken rag. “Oh Lord have mercy on me, to God I commend my soul”
Slowly she kneeled before the iron rock, her hands touching the woodened sides while the executioner lifted his sword. In one swift movement, Anne Boleyn was never more.
Henry stared at mother of his bastard child. He felt a pain stab in his heart like no other and left Jane to gawk.
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Glass crunched under the wake of Charles Brandon’s boots. His eyes upon the King who now sat at the desk which they made their plans. The room itself is where Henry signed his documents or threw them into the fire.
Staring at the anguished King, Charles treaded lightly around the table and placed his hand tenderly upon his shoulder.
A low growl escaped Henry’s throat as he moved his shoulder angrily. His eyes narrowing, feeling his anger rise inside of him he grabbed a hold of Charles’s shirt and shoved him into the wall.
“What the fuck have you done to me!!! My God I..I…Fuck you for ever doing perverted acts against me! Now I cannot even lay eyes on my new wife! Damn you to Hell!!”
Spittle flew from his mouth upon Charles’s face. The Duke calmly stood against the wall while watching his friend, his lover; melt down upon the glass floor. “I loved her!!” tears dare escape his eyes as he wiped them away fiercely.
“You did…But you loved her enough to put her upon the scaffold?” with that Henry got up again. Pushing Charles further into the wall, veins erupting from his neck as his face neared Charles’s.
“Don’t you ever say a thing so vile as that Charles!”
Pushing against Henry’s lips, Charles took a hold of Henry’s waist while Henry tugged at his own shirt. Then with taking a hold of Henry he turned him around and pushed him up against the wall. Pulling down his pants with a sharp tug.
“Damn you Charles!” he cried again, clawing against the wall. Charles drew down his pants much fiercely, and with Henry’s anus exposed he shoved his erection inside the coarse hole.
Letting out a guttural noise, Charles only continued push harder. Shoving his elbow in Henry’s back so that the King could not squirm as much.
What he had done would haunt him dearly. Maybe for all eternity, but Charles pushed those thoughts aside with a touch. It filled the void Henry had lost so long ago. His worries, cares, were all on Charles’s shoulders.
A few low groans escaped Charles as he sped up the process. Feeling Henry upon the wall trembling, trying to fight the moans that would escape him.
“Henry you cannot blame yourself..” he whispered huskily while caressing his back.
With another push he felt himself let go, the semen trailing out of his faded erection as he grabbed his shirt and wiped away the cum upon Henry’s sore anus.
The King bowed against the wall, his body collapsing upon the floor. Angry tears, no longer those of bliss falling from his eyes as he got up slowly while Charles held his stoic form against his body.
“I hate you…” the King whispered softly then picking up his pants and putting them on roughly. Only to stop to feel the damned pain in his leg where the accident happened.
Charles remembered that, and wanted to forget it and softly touched Henry’s face. “I don’t care what you feel about me…I love you…”
Henry shut his eyes for a bit before moving away from the coarse touch. Not even Charles’s beautiful face could suffice his want to throw himself off a cliff.
“Leave me be…”
Turning heel, Henry walked out of the room with his head held high. Until he collapsed upon the floor again, he no longer was the man of great importance…He was a destitute fool that cannot do the things he loves.
Without complaint, Charles picked up Henry by his underarms. Letting him lean against him and softly kissed upon the head. “At least let me help you…”
Saying nothing more, Charles walked the troubled King to his chambers.
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Notes: Sorry that this chapter went by fast, there is more to the story no worries. I have three more chapters (and maybe a fourth ^^)
I am sorry also if Anne was portrayed bitchy, that is my fault, however, in the next chapter you will probably hate me more. (Oooh I am going to do an AU on Jane Seymour..So maybe some of you guys may like it...But I have wanted to happen...) Also bad things are going to be happening to Charles and Henry in the next chapters too. (Sadly :( )
Thank you so much! Thank you for all the favs, C2's, alerts and everything! It makes me so happy! Reviews are lovely and you guys have been reviewing so sweetly! Thank you! :hugs: I hope to not disappoint you guys.
Chapter Eight
Greed/Avaritia
Alright, before anyone kills me, I know I portrayed Anne in this story a little mean, but there is a reason. And I think she is still a strong woman who can forgive, no matter what. I think it is my favorite part of the story when she knows that she did nothing wrong but knows to forgive.
Thank you again to EmeraldandScarlet for giving me an idea for the chapters and heping me out immensely. Thank you so much!
Thank you to all of my reviewrs, you guys have always stayed with me through thick and thin. I love you guys, genuinly promise :D.
Thank you so much Lilith for reviewing the story! ^-^
Warnings: Death and Sex
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“All religion, my friend, is simply evolved out of fraud, fear, greed, imagination, and poetry” –Edgar Allan Poe
May 19th 1536 Greenwich Palace
Evening came and went while Anne sat in the chambers of the Tower. The world had concaved upon her shoulders. Why on earth would Henry think that she would fornicate with her brother George? Some rubbish went around probably and now she sat in here…Loathing the King forever deserting her for him!
Oh, Jane is a damned fool to even think Henry has any interest in her. The only thing that keeps him alive is that damned Charles Brandon. Oh how she wished the day she found out that her hands could wrap around his neck.
Anne had been minding her motherly business when all of a sudden two men were seen in her line of vision in the gardens. Thinking it was her indecent brother, she came towards the couple laughing like a buffoon.
Little did she know the two were the King and the Duke. Seeing them sent a horrid rage inside her, no words came forth from her mouth besides ‘what is this?’ and ‘how could you?’ How could he? Do this to his daughter, to reveal this offensive action.
Henry only stared at her pathetically. Hoping to stop her tears while gripping her hand forcefully. Whispering in a harsh voice that if she ever said a thing her head would be upon the scaffold.
Why could she not hold in that bitter sweet laugh. The word of Charles, the Duke of Suffolk spread like hot fire around the castle. People whispered of the King’s affection towards Sir Brandon like a disease.
Now she landed here, in this awful Tower where bugs lay at her feet. Oh yes karma can come and bite your ass like a little bitch. Oh how she hoped Jane would receive the same feature she would!
Tears rolled down her spoiled cheeks, she knew she had done some wrong. However, the King did as well, and she hoped, inside the dark crevasses of her mind that Henry and Charles will be caught. Their own heads following hers upon the dirty ground.
She could no longer take the anguish as she lay upon the mattress. Now she wanted to take those disgusting words back. Wishing she could have kept her mouth shut but her anger got the best of her. Now her mother, father, brother soon to be dead before her would watch as she fell.
Anne had her revenge, but she loved Henry more then any woman that set foot upon the palace. More then that pretty little bitch Jane. Even more then Charles Brandon could ever imagine. At least she can produce an heir.
The doors opened slowly, her peasant dress soiled from the vile that came from her mouth. She is nervous, to see his face and her face. Their faces looking so evil in the crowd, contorted with their smirks of happiness. They will have Anne dead, but oh how her death will bring a mockery to them!
The guard lifted her from the ground, another shut the door behind them as they lead her down the steps. Before she continued on, she glanced over at the other attendants. Her ladies, and with a small smile said “I want to die in something beautiful…”
The two guards nodded, agreeing that the ladies take her in to one of the spare rooms and dress her in the finest clothing.
-
Anguish had laid waste to his majesty. He felt his heart grow weary each and every day. Why is he not surprised it would come to this? Not only is he killing someone he loved, but is also hurting the woman who stood beside him.
Jane’s sullen face was fixated upon the May Queen as she walked out elegantly upon the platform. A beautiful red petticoat caught the eye of all who stood there to watch. A dark grey damask over her shoulders trimmed with fur.
If Henry looked closer, he might of caught a small smile upon her beautiful creamy skin. How he wished he could take it all back, but after not producing an heir it had to be done. Yes, it had to be done…
Bowing her head, she opened her arms as to let her attendants take away the coat. Her lips trembled slightly, but the proud Anne would not have of it. Closing her eyes, she took in a breath and begun a speech that would ever berate the King’s ears.
“Good Christian people…I come hither to die, for according to the law and by law I am judged to die, and therefore I will speak nothing against it…” her eyes lifted to Henry’s. She knew he was hurting, and hoped he was feeling the same pain she was feeling.
“What I have said before about our King…Is untrue…Anger gets the best of us sometimes…” Henry glanced up at his former wife, seeing her in this vulnerable state almost made the King end this terrible fate. However, he could not; his will could not move him.
With one last breath, she gazed up at the sky while her blue eyes were covered with a silken rag. “Oh Lord have mercy on me, to God I commend my soul”
Slowly she kneeled before the iron rock, her hands touching the woodened sides while the executioner lifted his sword. In one swift movement, Anne Boleyn was never more.
Henry stared at mother of his bastard child. He felt a pain stab in his heart like no other and left Jane to gawk.
-
Glass crunched under the wake of Charles Brandon’s boots. His eyes upon the King who now sat at the desk which they made their plans. The room itself is where Henry signed his documents or threw them into the fire.
Staring at the anguished King, Charles treaded lightly around the table and placed his hand tenderly upon his shoulder.
A low growl escaped Henry’s throat as he moved his shoulder angrily. His eyes narrowing, feeling his anger rise inside of him he grabbed a hold of Charles’s shirt and shoved him into the wall.
“What the fuck have you done to me!!! My God I..I…Fuck you for ever doing perverted acts against me! Now I cannot even lay eyes on my new wife! Damn you to Hell!!”
Spittle flew from his mouth upon Charles’s face. The Duke calmly stood against the wall while watching his friend, his lover; melt down upon the glass floor. “I loved her!!” tears dare escape his eyes as he wiped them away fiercely.
“You did…But you loved her enough to put her upon the scaffold?” with that Henry got up again. Pushing Charles further into the wall, veins erupting from his neck as his face neared Charles’s.
“Don’t you ever say a thing so vile as that Charles!”
Pushing against Henry’s lips, Charles took a hold of Henry’s waist while Henry tugged at his own shirt. Then with taking a hold of Henry he turned him around and pushed him up against the wall. Pulling down his pants with a sharp tug.
“Damn you Charles!” he cried again, clawing against the wall. Charles drew down his pants much fiercely, and with Henry’s anus exposed he shoved his erection inside the coarse hole.
Letting out a guttural noise, Charles only continued push harder. Shoving his elbow in Henry’s back so that the King could not squirm as much.
What he had done would haunt him dearly. Maybe for all eternity, but Charles pushed those thoughts aside with a touch. It filled the void Henry had lost so long ago. His worries, cares, were all on Charles’s shoulders.
A few low groans escaped Charles as he sped up the process. Feeling Henry upon the wall trembling, trying to fight the moans that would escape him.
“Henry you cannot blame yourself..” he whispered huskily while caressing his back.
With another push he felt himself let go, the semen trailing out of his faded erection as he grabbed his shirt and wiped away the cum upon Henry’s sore anus.
The King bowed against the wall, his body collapsing upon the floor. Angry tears, no longer those of bliss falling from his eyes as he got up slowly while Charles held his stoic form against his body.
“I hate you…” the King whispered softly then picking up his pants and putting them on roughly. Only to stop to feel the damned pain in his leg where the accident happened.
Charles remembered that, and wanted to forget it and softly touched Henry’s face. “I don’t care what you feel about me…I love you…”
Henry shut his eyes for a bit before moving away from the coarse touch. Not even Charles’s beautiful face could suffice his want to throw himself off a cliff.
“Leave me be…”
Turning heel, Henry walked out of the room with his head held high. Until he collapsed upon the floor again, he no longer was the man of great importance…He was a destitute fool that cannot do the things he loves.
Without complaint, Charles picked up Henry by his underarms. Letting him lean against him and softly kissed upon the head. “At least let me help you…”
Saying nothing more, Charles walked the troubled King to his chambers.
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Notes: Sorry that this chapter went by fast, there is more to the story no worries. I have three more chapters (and maybe a fourth ^^)
I am sorry also if Anne was portrayed bitchy, that is my fault, however, in the next chapter you will probably hate me more. (Oooh I am going to do an AU on Jane Seymour..So maybe some of you guys may like it...But I have wanted to happen...) Also bad things are going to be happening to Charles and Henry in the next chapters too. (Sadly :( )
Thank you so much! Thank you for all the favs, C2's, alerts and everything! It makes me so happy! Reviews are lovely and you guys have been reviewing so sweetly! Thank you! :hugs: I hope to not disappoint you guys.