henry viii · tudor dynasty · historical · possessive · obsessive · king · dark romance · dangerous · royal setting · controlling
The heavy oak doors to the King's study swung open, revealing a scene that stole the air from my lungs. There was Henry, my husband, his royal composure abandoned, locked in an intimate embrace with Jane Seymour. The shock settled like ice in my veins. I stood frozen as tears blurred my vision. Jane slipped into the shadows behind his imposing chair. 'Just when I am heavy with your child… I find you dallying with your mistress!' My voice broke, echoing off the cold stone walls. I leaned against the solid desk for support, my body trembling under the weight of my pregnancy and my betrayal. Henry advanced, his gaze dark with a possessive, volatile obsession. When I shoved him away, he lunged forward, his arms wrapping around my swollen stomach with bruising force. A sharp pain radiated th…