It is the year 1533 and Isabella sfortza duchess of Milan leaves Rome to marry Henry Viii of England. She must now navigate life in a foreign country, her growing feelings for her soon to be , his appetites and giving him a son so that she won't suf...
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The day was here, the one Isabella had dreading and longed for, the wedding. This was the day she'd finally become queen and could move to the next step of making henry fall madly in love with her. With exactly one hours left to the ceremony Isabella was be greeted by foreign dignitaries and such as Henry flirted shamelessly with his mistress Jane Seymour. "My lady, it is time." The crowds outside the palace were enormous men women and children in their thousands lined the streets chanting for henry and Isabella. "The people love you already." Isabella smiled and waved at the crowds "they love you your Majesty, they love their king." Isabella knew just how to stroke Henry's ego.
The ride to the chapel was long but the ceremony was longer, for two hours Isabella had to stand as some unknown friar droned on about the sanctity of marriage and the sacred duty of a wife to obey her husband and all she wanted to do was stab herself with the sword Henry had at his side. Once they had finished reciting the vows Isabella felt she could finally breathe but then the friar uttered the dreaded last words " you may kiss the bride" Henry wasted no time before Isabella could think Henry's tongue was down her throat the kiss was deep and hungry the only thing left for Isabella to do was to enjoy which wasn't hard. As insufferable as she thought henry was Isabella could not deny Henry knew how to please a woman. As they pulled apart the cheers grew louder, and some took to throw rose petals at the couple. Jane was livid standing in the crowd first row in perfect view of Isabella who made a point to affectionately kiss the king's cheek when Jane was so obviously watching.
Now it was time for the crowning, henry led me to a podium with two wooden thrones one was larger than the other and the archbishop stood with two other ministers who held holy oil, the sector and orb and the imperial crown "my lady if you would be so kind." The archbishop motioned for me to sit on the smaller throne once i had adjusted comfortably in the chair he recited a Latin prayer and smeared the oil on my temple the placed the sector and orb in my hands before his Majesty took the crown "with this crown I give you the queen of England, Isabella." As he placed the crown on my head, the crowd chanted. "Long live the king. Long live the queen."
~~~Isabella's dress~~~
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The party was in full swing lords and ladies mingled and danced as the and his new bride engaged in conversations with the people next to them. Just the lady Jane approached the table, and the music came to a holt. "Pardon my intrusion you Majesty i was wondering if i might have a word to congratulate the duchess and your Majesty of course." Jane painted a sticky sweet smile on her face, but anyone could tell it hide great jealousy and rage. "That is so very kind my lady...." Isabella paused as if to ask her name which brought Jane great embarrassment. "Jane Seymour, you grace the kings Paramore." Bianca whispered never taking her eyes off Jane. "If course, my lady" Isabella smirked as Jane bowed her head in shame as the Whispers started no one could believe the nerve of the girl "i hear you the king very happy mistress Seymour."
"Soon you will too my lady when you give the king a son." The eyes of the court were now solely fixed on the duchess "I believe I already make his Majesty happy." Isabella took Henry's hands in her own placing a gentle kiss on his knuckles. "We enjoyed a game of cards last evening and lengthy conversation isn't that right my love?" Henry had been caught for he'd not told Jane about this evening rondeau "yes the duchess and i have so much love for each other now that we truly know one another." Jane forced a smile and reached for a glass of wine. "A toast, to the happy couple may their love last as long as the last." No one missed the irony of Jane's toast "and long after" Bianca added.
"Would you do me the honor, wife." I smiled took his hand and let him lead me past jane and to the center of the room. a blind man could spot the glare jane was throwing my way as henry commanded the musician to play a volta.
Isabella's Pov:
this night could get any more entertaining with jane causing herself some unnecessary embarrassment and basically putting her foot in her mouth in front of the entire court she's made my plan that much simpler as it has become clear she does not have the favor of the court as previously thought now it was time to put in place the plan for lord Seymour's fall from the king's favor. from the corner of my eye i could see Bianca chatting away with janes brother john Seymour who was known around court as a loud-mouthed whore monger. "I hear you've planned a honeymoon in st James palace and requested the court stays here." this was all planned to get him far away from jane and me far away from the prying eyes and meddlesome lord of the court. "Yes, I hope it is to your majesty's liking."
"Well, I was hoping for some hunting and shooting tis the perfect weather for it." this cannot happen if I allow him to invite his barbaric sycophants it will no doubt turn into a court wide invitation. "that's sad to hear my lord as I was hoping to spend some quality time alone with you get to know you your majesty." I moved closer whispering in his ear. "We can enjoy each other's company in the presents of others my lady." I leaned in ever so closely our lips inches apart "no husband, I wish to know you biblically, I shall not be able to perform my wifely duties with the entire court watching." i kissed him softly lingering for a mere second before pulling away. the way his eyes stayed shut as if he was in some sort of dream left me no doubt, he wanted more. "Do you understand your majesty?" he held a tighter grip on my waist as he gazed deeply into my eyes. "The nuns told me what happens between a man and wife after they are wed and i only have one request for tonight."
"Be gentle with me." playing the fragile damsel seemed to be the perfect play when it came to henry as he would never miss the opportunity to show his dominance. he spun me around for the last time before the dance ended. "Always." he knew as well as i that statement was false, for now.
