One Shots

His Majesty

Rosamund

            Henrik was so unbearably frustrating.

             I walk down the hallway of the palace looking at everyone, I could say they were shocked. This was supposedly a private affair with the king, I believe not, with the dancers looking excited today. I chose my most revealing, extravagant, luxurious ballgown I owned. Perks of becoming queen. I asked my maiden to do hair and makeup.

          As I near closer to the gate of the private affair, the guards stop me saying I wasn't allowed. I pushed through them opening the doors. The moment I enter, I get a whiff of perfumes and other smells I cannot describe. I look around to see everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at me. I could say the dukes and counts and nobles were shocked. I look over at Henrik to see he's with a dancer, alone. Ever since we go married, he's been become more handsome. I've heard gossip around the palace that he was bewitched and true love broke the spell. I guess not.

           Henrik looked up to see me, his eyes grew wide before anger filled them. He stood and marched over to me. Before he got me, I had grabbed a glass of whatever alcohol they were serving. He pulled outside and kept walking until he pulled into a desserted room. He pushed me inside and slammed the door behind us.

         He glared at me while I just drank from the cup in my hand. He simply pushed my hand causing the glass to break on the floor. I glare at him ready to open my mouth.

        ''Did I not tell you not to come?!'' He hissed through his teeth.

        ''You did indeed, but I simply do not understand why not,'' I looked him straight in the eye.

       ''Because I said you cannot, this is supposed to be a private affair only for the king!'' He snapped back. I only glared at him.

       ''Why is it so private that you cannot tell your own bloody wife, Henrik?'' I scowled.

        ''First, lower your voice. Second, it traditional between kings and of noble births to have a private affair celebrating me becoming older!'' He angrily explained.

      ''Or is it an another excuse to have a mistress Henrik, already bored after a year of marriage, huh Henrik!'' I sneered.

     ''What, Rose, what do you mean?'' He asked looking confused. I refused to believe it, he knew what he was doing. He was one of the most intelligent men in the kingdom, plus it was a common thing kings did. Have a few mistresses.

         ''You can let the dancers be your queen, Henrik!'' I said angrily, even though I had tears in my eyes. I do not know what is happening but I have been becoming more emotional lately. I move to the side of Henrik to leave but he grabs my shoulder.

        ''What does that mean Rosamund?'' He slowly asked using my full name.

          I snatched out of is hold,''What it means Your Majesty!'' I coldly said before getting out.

         I walked the whole way to our bedroom, we had a floor to ourselves and our future children, if there will be. I enter and sit on the bed. I rub my forehead feeling a headache coming. I look around to see our bedroom. I decided that I would my belongings to another room. If he wanted a mistress, he could have one but I wouldn't be staying in the same bedroom and be his queen. But if I leave, what will I be? I knew I would get a large sum of money. Maybe I should refurnish my father's bakery and make it blossom, that sounded like a good idea. I gather my skirts and head out to get my personal maiden, Marlene.

       As I found her and told her of my plans, she disagreed at first saying this was madness but then I was able to convince her with my irresistible charm. We got other men and maidens to help me move my belongings out. I moved to across the hallway, the farthest room away from ours or his now.