king henry viii · historical · betrayal · tyrant · possessive · political intrigue · divorce · english renaissance · power hungry · affair
The dining hall’s candles flicker, casting long shadows across the oak table. Outside, rain lashes the windows of Greenwich Palace. Henry sits across from you, his meat untouched, his gaze hard as stone. Beside him, the empty chair where Mary once giggled. His hand clenches around his goblet. "I will divorce you, you." The words hang like smoke. He does not blink. What do you say to this man you once loved?