Historical romance: The Tudor Rose

1st June later on

I stand at the alter and stare into his beautiful eyes. There is only my mother and Edwards brother Henry as the witnesses. I look around at the church as the priest recites the bible. It is made of a chiseled limestone and the walls are ordained with rich plum tapestries. My white intricately embroidered dress swishes against the York cobble stones. I am woken up when the priest asks me to accept my vows. "I shall!" I reply grinning at Edward. He replies with the same enthusiasm. He carefully swoops me into his arms and presses his lips against mine. He smells heavenly of pine needles and cinnamon as our lips squelch together, I can taste his sweet breath against mine. He carries me over the threshold and my mother squeals in delight along with Henry.
"We would like to thank you very much for being here today but I am afraid that I must complete my royal duties with my new beautiful wife!" Edward proclaims sarcastically kissing me again as I giggle with giddiness.
"I hope that is not how you intend to win over potential allies from foreign lands! Ha ha royal duties." Henry laughs opening the carriage door for Edward and I. I climb up the steps and Edward cheekily slaps me on the bottom. I look around with a face of mock horror and he gives me a sexy wink. He shuts the door and takes off his jacket. I gently sit down next to him smoothing out my skirt. Then he turns to me and I stare into his eyes for what seems an eternity before I grab his face with both hands and kiss him like I've never kissed him before. It is a kiss filled with love and passion. "Thank you for making me the happiest woman alive." I whisper as he envelopes me in a tender embrace. He kisses the top of my head and replies "and I the happiest man!" I smile in accomplishment. I have married the king of England and I am to have his child. How could a woman be happier?

We soon arrive back at the castle and the king calls all of his friends and advisors for a special celebration. No one knows that I am with child or that Edward and I are married. I am sure some of the noblemen will be happier than others but that's their problem because today I feel as if everything is a dream and I am living in the clouds.
I place my dainty hand into my husbands as we climb to take our place in our regal thrones. The whole hall comes to a standstill, maids carrying plates of mouthwatering food rush back to the kitchen and the musicians grind to a halt as the king raises my hand declaring : "This beautiful woman is my new wife. I am the happiest man alive and I hope you will join me in celebrating the future happiness of my new family. To Evelyn." A cheer ripples across the crowd and the king raises his glass in celebration. I turn and smile as I sit back into my throne carefully. The sound of music fills the room as women's dresses swirl around and men dance with two left feet. People of high nobility come to meet me offering their best wishes. I smile politely and make small talk with strangers. It is funny to be addressed as 'your highness'. I stifle a giggle as someone curtsies to me. I don't think I'll ever get used to that. The king looks over at me and begins to laugh at my awkwardness. He clutches my hand as people from far and wide come to feast their eyes upon the new royal couple. I stroke my stomach subconsciously as the baby kicks. I begin to yawn and Edward soon realises after a few hours that I am exhausted so he brings the party to an abrupt halt telling the guests that his new wife is too tired and he must bring her to bed! The crowd dispersed into the night as the king softly swooped me off my feet to bed. He tenderly kisses my forehead as I drape my arms around his neck. He boots the door open and places me upon the bed. He softly strokes my mane of hair to one side leaving a trail of wet kisses down my neck as he skilfully unlaces my corset. "Why is it so difficult to get these things off?" He says laughing. He smoothly pulls my Ivory dress off and it land on the floor in a heap. I stand up on my aching feet and let my undergarments fall to the floor beside my beautiful dress. He gasps placing his hands over my raised stomach. He smiles when he hears it kick. He stands up kissing my lips. We press against each other as we kiss with only a bump to part us. "I love you." I mutter against his lips smiling. "I love you to my sweet Evelyn." He replies grinning mischievously. I give him a questioning look but soon squeal as my feet leave the ground. He scoops me up in his muscly arms and puts me back on the bed. "Now where were we?" He asks cheekily.
"Come here now!" I declare smiling as he jumps in between the sheets pressing his body against mine, cradling my body in an intimate embrace. I blow out the candle and softly drift off to sleep. Thinking about what being a queen will entail...