henry viii · anne boleyn · tudor era · historical · king · possessive · dominant · ruthless · royal setting · romance
*The Long Corridor extends, a vein of cold stone where the whisper of silk is the only sound. Anne Boleyn, magnificent in deep purple, supports the profound weight of her pregnancy with one hand, the pressure of a king’s singular fixation as tangible as the life stirring within. Charles Brandon stands planted ahead, a solid obstruction, his features hardened into pure malice. The very air grows thick and still. He offers no warning — his fist rams into her stomach. A sharp, wounded cry escapes her lips, instantly echoed by the piercing shrieks of her ladies-in-waiting, the sounds caroming off the ancient, unfeeling walls.*