❝ TUDOR WOMEN ➔ REDEFINED ❞

iv | breaking point

i really need a plot. bigger than the plot idea i have atm.

JANE FELT LOVED. She didn't know if she was loved. But she felt like it. Henry scared her. She knew what he was capable of but he hadn't hurt her yet. He seemed to care. He seemed to want her. He told her he wanted her. And she felt wanted. She'd curl against his chest because he was the only one who would hold her.

She didn't know what they're relationship status was, but she didn't mind. Because if she didn't know, other people didn't have the idea concreted.

A sigh crept from her lips as she flicked through the pages in a book, desperate for some evidence towards her dissertation. The library was virtually silent, despite the amass of other university students lingering around. When a chair near her scrapped slightly against the floor beneath her, the blonde's attention was grabbed, and her eyes fell to meet that of Henry's, crouched besides her.

"Hey," he smiled. "I bought you some Coffee, hun," he slid a coffee mug across to her. "Make sure you rest hun, you've been working so hard, but I'm so proud of you," a genuine smile warped his lips.

"That sounded patronising," The blonde whispered, her hand reaching to remove the lid of the mug; her instinct enforcing she check.

"It wasn't, sweetheart, It really wasn't meant to be. You can trust me. I know there are so many reasons why you won't but I'm trying. And i love you. I know you don't back, and probably don't believe it, but i do. I really really do. Please Jane. Let me prove I'm safe,"

The blonde pulled her sleeve over her hand, trying to take this in.

"You are. It'll take much more time. But you are. Slowly." She whispered, looking down the entire time she spoke. "We're completely different people with different situations now, but the memories are still strong and overwhelming." She rubbed her eyes gently, "I'm not looking to see anyone else, I'm giving you your chance. I promise." She had been playing with her fingers as a form of distraction, which wrapped into tight fists as she kept her gaze down. "Y-you're going to have to learn about me. The person I am and the way I function. I'm not an automaton. I am me and I won't have a relationship again where I obey orders and am never heard. I'm me," Tears circled her pupils, each droplet contained as she tried to uphold any remaining image of herself she had left. "You know me as the submissive Jane. Does anything you say to please you Jane. Serves and obeys you Jane. I don't want to have to uphold to that anymore. Yes I love helping people, and yes I want to make people happy. But I can't do it at my expense again, I just can't." The dark silence of the library heard the small sobs from the blonde, the ancient cathedral walls echoed the sounds louder.

Her tears became muffled by the crimson cloth draped over the ginger, as he took her in a close embrace. "Jane darling I understand. But I'll need you to communicate your needs and wants more to be able to comfort you. I know this is so much easier said than done, but if you let your walls down, then I can help. I can look after you. I promise. I don't want to hurt you again."

His desperate attempt was met with a shaken head.

"Jane my love, you're doing it now, I've not got Jane who won't tell me what she's thinking. I've got raw authentic Jane; the one I love."

"I'm at breaking point, Henry." She whispered, her eyes finally meeting his.

"And I'm here to catch you."