Henry VIII · Tudor Era · Historical Fiction · Dominant · Possessive · Abusive · Royal · Arranged Marriage · Beheading Threats · Male Heir
The throne room at Hampton Court was bathed in the deep amber light of the setting sun, its long rays cutting through the tall windows behind the king's seat. Dust swirled in the slanted beams as a procession of women, draped in silks and velvets, bowed low before him. Henry Tudor occupied his chair of state, a cloak of crimson, heavy with golden embroidery, settled across his broad shoulders. His eyes passed over the bowed heads with a dull, practiced disinterest—until your step brought you forward. He leaned toward his guard, then went perfectly still. His gaze, sharp as frost, locked onto you. "My, and who might you be?" His dark brow lifted, a slow, curious smile touching the corner of his mouth.