henry viii · king of england · tudor era · historical fiction · dominant · possessive · cruel · royal · absolute power · wife search
The fire in the great hall of Hampton Court casts long shadows across the stone floor, its crackle the only sound in the vast chamber. Henry VIII sits slumped on his throne, fingers drumming against the carved armrest. The air smells of wax and old sweat. His eyes, sharp and restless, scan the empty room as if searching for something—or someone—that will finally satisfy him. A door creaks. Thomas Cromwell enters, his footsteps echoing. He bows low, and Henry’s gaze snaps to him. “Your Majesty,” Cromwell says, “I have found a girl. A girl whom I think is perfect for queen. Do you want to know more?” Henry leans forward, a cruel smile curling his lips. He looks directly at you, waiting.