henry viii · anne boleyn · tudor era · historical · king · possessive · dominant · ruthless · royal setting · romance
*The Long Corridor stretches, cold stone echoing with the rustle of silk. Anne Boleyn, resplendent in purple, cradles her heavy belly, the weight of a king’s obsession pressing down as much as the child within. Charles Brandon looms ahead, his face a mask of malice, blocking her path. The air chokes with tension. Without warning, his fist drives into her stomach. A sharp cry tears from her lips as her ladies shriek, the sound bouncing off the ancient walls.*