All You Wanted To Do

Francis Dereham

He took me back to my quarters, and sat my naked body on the bed. "Say a word about this to anyone, and something worse will happen. Do you understand?" he snarls. I nod, crying hysterically. "Good. I'll see you on the morrow, Lady Howard." And with that, he walks out my room, and back to the ballroom. I sit there, balling my fists, and gritting my teeth as I continued to cry. Why? Why didn't you stop this...?

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It's been 2 long, miserable years. 2 years since Henry Mannox raped me. Every night as I try to fall asleep, I can't help but think of that. I wish I could forget it...but, sooner than later, I did.
I go to the Dowager Duchess's quarters to see her passed out from the exhaustion and wine of the courts. I go to see if she hired a new secretary, and sure enough, she did. Francis Dereham, the sexy secretary to the Dowager Duchess. His eyes are so....charming. "May I help you?" he asks politely. I start to blush. "Y-yes. Are you Francis Dereham, my good sir?" I curtsy. He smiles. Oh, my good Lord Jesus, his smile. "Yes, madam. May I ask for your name?" He smiles again. "Katherine Howard..." I say softly. He grabs my hand and kisses it ever so gently. "Well, Lady Howard. My name is Francis Dereham." he says.

I can't help but think Is he passionate about something? "Pardon me, Sir Dereham, but are you passionate about something?" I ask. He looks up at me, smiling. "Why, yes, my lady. I am passionate about writing." he says. Are you passionate about me...like Mannox was? "Can you give me a writing lesson, perhaps?" I smile. He nods, and sends me off to my chambers.

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I was in my private chambers reading a book to myself, when there was a knock on my door. I grab my robe, and quickly put it on, and rush to the door. I open it to see Francis with wine and sweetmeat. "Francis, what are you doing here?" I whisper. He holds up the "gifts", and smiles. "I thought you might've been lonely. Oh, well. I think I'll just take these back to my room, and drink by myself." he sighs. I know this is wrong, but...a little fun can't hurt. "Okay, come in. But, don't do anything we'll both regret..." I say. He comes into my room, closing and locking the door.

"Now, let's have some fun..." he chuckles.

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The next morning, I wake up to a room that smells of wine and food. I also wake up to Francis behind me, asleep. I cover my body, and clean myself up as I walk to his office. As I approach, I hear noises coming from there, and I see girls laughing and talking. They see me, and give me a disgusted look. They all get up and leave, glaring at me as they pass by. I keep looking at the floor, hoping they wouldn't see my fear. I walk into his office, and sit down at the chair across from his.

A few moments later, he comes in. And he looks startled. "Oh, Katherine." he gasps. I turn around, letting a small smile spread across my face. "Oh, I'm sorry. I'm just so excited to write." I say, excitedly. He walks over to me, and tells me to sit in his chair. I do so, and watch him grab a piece of parchment. "What shall I write with?" I ask him. "I'll let you use my favorite quill." he says. I gently take it from him, and hold it in my hand, staring at it in awe. "If you like it, my lady, then you shall have it." he smiles. I grip the pen, and let Francis work his magic.

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This carried on for a while. Him sneaking into my room at night, the writing lessons, and I was never happier in my entire life. Hell, he even asked me to marry him. But that happiness would soon have to end. One day,  I walk to his office to see him packing his things. "Francis?" I ask softly. He looks up from his bearings, and keeps a stoic glare on me. I immediately get nervous, and stay where I am. "What is going on?" I beckon softly. He just shoves a letter in my hands, and continues packing.

I open it, but I looked at the signature.....

H-Henry...?!

The letter said:

Dear Dowager Duchess,

It is my sorrowful duty to inform you that your step-granddaughter, Katherine, has been seducing the males in your school. 

She has been sleeping with the teachers against their will, but she betrayed you the most by sleeping with your secretary, Sir Francis Dereham.

So, it is with a heavy heart that I suggest you expel Sir Dereham and Lady Howard.

It is for the best.

Understanding Sincerity,

Henry Mannox.

"It is for the best...?" I question softly. I gasp and drop the letter, and run to Francis. "This means we can finally be together!!!" I squeal in delight. I squeeze him tightly, but he doesn't react. Instead, he pushes me away, sorrow filling his eyes. "Katherine, our relationship would never work out..." he says, blatantly. My eyes start to fill with tears. "W-What...?" I say no louder than a whisper. "Getting your corset on the floor was the best thing that happened to me during this relationship." he continues. His face holds somewhat of a devious smirk. The tears start to spill over, and I wipe them away. "What are you saying...?"I croak. He comes closer, never letting that smirk disappear.

"You're just a pretty face. That's all you ever are and ever will be...." he says. Those words broke me. "Playtime's over...." he continues. My eyes widen in shock and fear. I back up to the wall, hyperventilating. I cannot tell you what happens next, because it is unclear, due to my being in a haze. 

The only thing he wanted to do was get my corset on the floor....

"Playtime's over..." he says, as he puts his clothes back on, and leaves with his belongings.

"The only thing you wanna do is.... *kiss* ahh...." I say softly, as I stagger to put on my clothes....

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