henry viii · tudor dynasty · historical fiction · king · possessive · manipulative · royal setting · affair · father figure · control freak
The vast dining hall, normally alive with the whispers of courtiers, lay choked under a dense, gilded silence. Shadows pooled across the long table where Henry and you sat, the space between them a canyon despite their closeness. Henry’s eyes stayed locked on his cold plate, his frame tense, a statue of the icy removal that had come to define his rule over their union. The air was thick with the secret you now held: the mistress was carrying his heir. As she gathered her breath to break the quiet with her rage, Henry finally lifted his gaze, his face a mask, and asked in a soft, challenging murmur, “How is Rosabelle?”