His French Rose~ Henry VIII

(23) He's Dead

8th September 1514

I was standing in the empty ballroom of Greenwich palace which was dimly lit up by only a few candles around the edges. I had my hands behind my back, looking out the window at my kingdom, well all that I could see of it. I then felt someone take my hand ever so gently and hold me close to them, it was henry. we then began to dance through the murkily lit ballroom. henry held onto me tightly staring deeply into my eyes, as if he had never seen them before, but he just kept falling deeper. I had a huge grin planted on my face as we waltzed through the ballroom not breaking eye contact once. the rustling of the leaves being blown by the wind provided a calming feel to the mood. Somehow overnight I had turned into a magnificent dancer, floating around the room like I was being blown by a light breeze. our feet moved in sync gliding across the floor as we held each other closely.

I was in a purple ballgown with gold grand jewellery hanging on me, I felt like a goddess. my light makeup was absolutely on point and lit up my face. my lips were as gold as the jewels around my neck and my face looked pure, young and flawless. my hair was held up so beautifully and a golden leaf hairpiece in it, holding it all together so immaculately. henry was in all black but wore a grin, this was unusual henry only wore black for a funeral. his handsome old grin became a devilish smirk as we danced by the window, which confused me. the grand entrance door sacked open as a huge gust of wind suddenly blew into the ballroom. the few candles in the room lost their flame as henry blow away like grains of sand, just like that he was gone. I stretched out my hand in the hope he'd just somehow grab it and hold me tightly once more. the room was pitch black, I lowered my hand in defeat as I felt a tear trickle down my cheek, which was once rosy red only minutes ago. I bowed my head to the ground then lowered myself down to the floor, head in hands all curled up. he was there just a second ago, I saw him, I touched him and now he had just blown into thin air, it didn't make sense. I stayed in the same position for only a few torturous minutes. I then felt a bone-chillingly cold hand grab my shoulder which caused me to shudder and gasp. I then immediately stood up and turned to face whoever it was who had just touched me. there through the deep darkness illuminated by the light creeping out through the door stood a person. Well, I hoped it was a person, well they were standing in a black hooded cloak. I couldn't see their face at all but I was petrified, but I didn't want to show it.

"Who are you and what do you want," I spluttered taking a swift but steady step back.

"answer me I'm your queen" I confidently shrieked and this monstrous booming laugh echoed from the cloaked figure. I took a few more rapid steps back, then I tripped over a candle and when I realised It was too late. I was falling then suddenly the cloaked figure's hand quickly latched onto mine causing quite a loud slapping sound. I gasped as he caught me as my whole body seized up, my eyes popped open and my jaw dropped. why was there such a loud sound when his arm hit mine, why did he do that and who was he, I began questioning. many more questions began to run through my mind as he gently pulled me up till I was standing steady on my own two feet. I then grew curious about who was under the cloak as I forgot bout my fear but it soon returned as quickly as it had come before. we stood face to face, well more like face to the hood for a few deadly petrifying minutes.

"still as clumsy as the day I met you," said the cloaked figure in a very familiar voice. I knew that voice but could put a picture to it, it was definitely a man, but his voice was just so familiar it annoyed me I didn't know who it was. the hooded figure's hand then went straight to his hood hovering over it for a second. they then gripped their hood by the pointed bit and began to draw it of their head. I think my heart had stopped working as I gasped once again, eyes popping out of their socket and my jaw dropped even further than the last time.