- 𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊 • A / N
thank goodness for the restore bit because i deleted this whole chapter.
"I LOVE YOU, Elizabeth," Edward whispered, peppering kisses along the reddish-blonde in his arm's jawline. The younger woman let out a small squeal, rolling to bury her face in his chest.
"I love you too Edw- Shit," she mumbled as the door rattled against the carboard box placed to hold it shut. Her eyes darted to the clock above her, "Its fucking ten o'clock already?" A groan escaped the teeth of the older woman. "One second Jane! " her tone turned to a mumble, "Why is that woman so bloody punctual," A sigh fell from her tongue. She pushed herself up, quickly tip-toeing from the sofa across the oak panels, and fiddled with the chain bolting the front door of their apartment shut. "Sorry Jane, w- oh, he's walked you home," She teased, letting out a giggle. "I trust you looked after my dear friend and flatmate, Mr Tudor,"
"I did my best to make her comfortable. I made sure she had some company, on this dark london nights, never know who or what might be lurking around," he chuckled.
Elizabeth tossed her head over her shoulder, looking back at her boyfriend, then at the blonde. "Why don't you stay the night? Jane's got a double bed,"
Conflicted and confused, Jane did not respond: she hoped the decision would get made for her.
"I don't think she's feeling too great." He chuckled, running his fingers through her blonde locks. He wrapped the ends around his finger before dropping it and letting a curl form. "Do you want me to stay and make sure she's looked after?" He chuckled, "I'll leave if she asks."
"Oh do you mind Henry, that would be lovely. Jane's room is just through there," Elizabeth pointed at the closest wooden, white, door. A smile adorned her lips as she let them both in.
The shorter woman shook her head. Her arms tightly folded against her chest, she led him to the small dinning area that welcomed a sofa - their own version of a living room. Henry passed a weak smile to Elizabeth, and followed after the blonde.
"What makes you comfortable, Jane? Where shall I sit?" He asked gently, crouching besides the sofa.
"Where ever you want," she mumbled, bringing the cushion besides her to her chest, cradling it close.
Henry lowered himself further to the floor, "I'm here if you need me, Jane," he smiled, I'm always, always here,"
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❝ TUDOR WOMEN ➔ REDEFINED ❞
Historical FictionA select number of Medieval Women have been given a second chance; in this modern age. Together they must work yo navigate this new era, boyfriends and making lives for themselves, when they're names are barely recognised.
