Everyone knows the story of Henry VIII and his first wife: Catherine of Aragon! But...what if he secretly loved another after they wedded on June 11th 1509?
Émilie Mallory Spinner, eldest daughter of the Duke and Duchess of Birmingham, her mother di...
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"So, tell us about it, Aunt Anna!" Serenity excitedly exclaimed.
"Yes, tell us, Aunt Anna. What was your night like with Uncle Henry as Husband and Wife? Were you both successful?"
Anna smiled politely as Eleanor Manners, Countess Of Rutland braided her long platinum-blonde hair. "His Majesty is a very kind Husband, children." She began, twiddling with her fingers. "When he comes to bed, he kisseth me, he taketh my hand and biddeth me: 'Goodnight, Sweetheart.' in the morning, he kisseth me and biddeth: 'Farewell, darling."
"That's it?" Savanna inquired in disbelief. "Aunt Anna. That can't have been all you two did last night."
"Madam, there must be more than this." Lady Rutland responded. "Or it will last long ere we have a Duke Of York, which all this realm most desireth."
"But if cannot please the King..." Anna glanced up at the girls. "Will he kill me? Like he did his second Wife, the Madam Boleyn?"
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January 12th 1540 Greenwich Palace England
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"So, how was it?"
"How was what, Millie?"
Émilie rolled her eyes, annoyed. "Your wedding night with Lady Anna, Harry. Did you claim her as your Wife and consummate the marriage last night?"
Henry shook his head, "We didn't consummate the marriage, dear Millie," much to her dismay. While she halfway anticipated his response, part of her wished he would offer the German Princess a chance to ascertain herself as his Wife. "I liked her not before, but now I like her much worse!"
"Why? Surely Anna's a suitable candidate for you, otherwise, what else causes you to dislike her?"
He glanced up at her, his gaze meeting as they locked eye contact for a moment. "She nothing like you, my sweet Millibel, Mother of my jewels." He sighed, going in to loop his arms around her torso. "You have something, Millibel...Something that makes you stand out from the other Ladies I've been with..."
"Yet you don't know what that is..."
"Exactly..." He whispered against her ear, delineating her jawline with his index finger, the cold, goring metal of his rings skimming her silky smooth skin. "I missed the time we had been together, sweet Millie...Just you and me..."
"I miss them too, Harry..."
"We were so close to one another back then," His fingers fiddled with her chin while his other hand went to touch her breast. "We can be like that again, sweet Millibel...Just leave her and come home..."
Pain blossomed in Émilie's chest, she wanted to be by Henry's side for so long. But every time she thought about coming back, the remembrance of his lips on Anne's would snap her out of the trance.
"No, Harry..." She coldly muttered, smacking his hand away from her chest. "Our time together was over long ago, Harry. You need to accept your future...You have your Queen, and it's not me."
"But I can make you my Queen, I'll divorce Lady La Marck and we can be together again! You and me, side by side, as King and Queen Of England."
"No, Harry...I won't do it." Émilie muttered, shoving him off of her and brushing away at her dress. "I vowed to myself, the instant I found I was with child, that I'd make sure they didn't grow up in a broken family. Just like I did the minute my Mother died..."
"Millibel..."
"No! I pledged my life to them, the moment they came out of my womb. They would have a loving family with parents who'd love and value them, not use them as pawns to form political pacts with other nations like you did with little Mary."
"Millibel, please..."
"I won't break that promise, Harry." She shook her head, frowning in disappointment. "I thought you changed. I allowed you to be part of Serenity and Scarlet's lives as a co-Father, but I guess that was a mistake! You haven't shown an ounce of change the moment the reformation started!"
With her head held high, Émilie strolled out of the room, leaving Henry speechless she'd called him out for his obsession with her. He had his Wife and children, and she had hers.
