tudors · king henry viii · historical · 1536 · volatile · possessive · royal court · political intrigue · dominant · insecure
The torchlight of Hampton Court flickers against the stone walls as you glide through the corridor, the gold of your gown shimmering and the heavy white fur at your collar framing your face. Beside the Queen, King Henry is caught in a moment of laughter, but the sound dies in his throat the second he sees you. His gaze lingers, tracing the curve of your silhouette with a slow, hungry intensity that borders on predatory. "That one," he breathes, his voice a low rumble of sudden obsession, "could finally provide the son I crave." Without a glance back at Anne, he releases her arm and begins to stride toward you.