His French Rose~ Henry VIII

(2) A Royal Waltz

27th March 1509

I had finally made it to England, I sat in a carriage with my brother-in-law opposite me and Beatrix by my side. Catherine de Foix was in the carriage behind us with her brothers Gaston and Francis de Foix-Candale. I gazed out the window staring at the different sights and the rainy darkening sky. the breeze rustled through the curtains into the carriage causing me to shiver as the wind whipped past me. We then passed through a village all the people looked, scruffy but most still wearing smiles. children running through the rain laughing and shouting with one another. I felt a little sorry for them how could people leave here, how do they manage but quickly the feeling went away when Charles began to talk.

"charlotte we are almost there you better be on your best behaviour," Charles said grabbing my thigh and I nodded taking a deep shaky breath and staring at his hand. His hand began running up and down my thigh causing my breathing to get hitched in my throat and Beatrix noticed this. I couldn't pull my eyes off of the hand which rested upon my thigh, once I did look up I saw a devilish smirk resting on his face.

"don't talk to me like I am an incompetent child" I muttered and Charles sharply jerked his head to face me. his eyes widely opened like saucers and stared deeply deadly into my soul. he was trying to scare me so I just stared out the window feeling rather sick looking at Charles and his hand still on me. The carriage finally came to a sudden stop, that's when I realised, we were already at the Palace in Greenwich. Charles stepped out of the carriage and then helped me and Beatrix out. We were guided through the castle to the throne room. 

"Gaston III de foix and Francis de Foix - Candale, lady Charlotte of Valois Angouleme,  Charles IV Duke of Alencon, lady Beatrix and Charlotte de Foix" was cried out as we walked into the room. I tried my best not to get distracted as we walked into the room, once we made it down the aisle. francis de Foix stood by my side and gripped my hand seeing I was extremely nervous. once we made it over to the king we all bowed.

"it's lovely meeting you, your grace," Beatrix said looking at the young king who was slightly slouched on his throne. he was extremely handsome, his eyes a crystal-like blue glimmering in the light. his hair was a vibrant red, nicely cut and trimmed, he looked rather bothered like he didn't want to be there.

"Lovely indeed," he said in French smiling at me which made me smile and blush a little. Charles nudged me to reply

"it's delightful meeting you too your majesty and we speak and understand English. your french is rather rough" I said in English with a very strong French accent smiling slightly trying not to giggle at how the king was looking at me and how giddy I felt. he was gawking at me, he was in a trance of some kind.

"you must be Beatrix, am right," the king said looking me up and down.

"no your majesty, I am Charlotte Valois of Angouleme" I mumbled out as he leaned against one of the armrests on his throne. He didn't take his gaze off of me, and I blushed heavily as he did so.

29th March 1509

I walked through the castle exploring, I then went through an oak door that was calling to me to be open. I approached the door and after a bit of hesitation, I drew it open. The room was quite large, empty and glamourous. I began walking through the room admiring every antique and painting. it was not as glamourous as France's palaces but it was quite beautiful. I looked at the portrait of henry vi, he was remembered as a weak king, a mentally unstable, nothing like his war hero father Henry V. I suddenly felt a tap on my shoulder,

"you look beautiful," king henry said making me jump quiet slightly

"Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you," he said rubbing my shoulder which calmed me down. I watched his hand carefully as it rubbed my shoulder.