Ambition

Chapter Two

Henry Tudor of England,  7 June 1520

"Well, she has surely grown." Henry smiled looking over at Ariane in lust. "Well good luck my friend," Francis warned starting to walk. "She's a tough one.." He chuckled. "You'd be better off with Mary Boleyn." He stated redirecting his attention to the Boleyn girl, who was laughing at a joke with drink in her hand. She glanced over at Francis, who nodded his head at her, making her smirk and lower her eyes as she turned back to the men she was entertaining.

Henry let out a chuckle as he clapped the French king on the back. "I'm always up for a challenge." He smirked as they made their way to the head of the table.

Ariane Aviz of Portugal, 7 June 1520

I laughed loudly at Anne's joke, my hand resting on the necklace I wore proudly and always, the first day of the feast now came to an end.  "Well I must get to bed," I smiled around, my ladies now starting to get up to follow me. "Good night dear Anne," I smiled as my friend bowed to me, I turned walking ouy of the grand hall, and was soon met by Henry. 

"Sweet Ariane." He greeted, stopping me momentarily to kiss my hand. "Henry," I greeted back with a small smirk. "What are you doing away from your wife?"" I asked tauntingly as he walked me to my  room.

"I've come to please the beloved princess of Europe." He smiled at me, callinng me by a well known nickname. "Please me?" I asked as we stopped by the large door to my temporary room. "And how would you do that?" I asked him, my smirk now growing larger. It was no secret what he wanted. What all men wanted from me. I was beautiful. Crystal blue eyes, Olive skin. Full lips. A body men dreamt about. I was the walking representation of lust and seduction.

"However your majesty would like." He smirked back, opening my door and letting me step inside, as I lifted a sinigle hand motioning for my ladies ot wait outside the door. He smirk only widened at the gesture, as he now stepped through my door, closing it behind him. "And what of my reputation?" I asked innocently. "My soon to be husband?" I continued. "Your wife" I looked up with fake concern.

"Let's just forget about that," He smirked getting closer to me, his hands snaking around my waist. "Shall we?" his lips soon connected with mine, his hands pulling my body into his. "Tonight, you are mine." He whispered, his lps brushing against mine, as he unlaced the back of my dress. "And I am yours." I let out a seductive chuckle before kissing him again.

Ariane Aviz of Portugal, 8 June 1520

I awoke in the arms of the king, memories of last night flashing through my mind. I sighed in content before rolling over to face him. His face was relaxed, as he was still sleeping, which made me smile. I pecked his lips, almost immediately waking him.

"Good morning," He smiled down at me. "You know you have to leave soon?" I asked him as he traced unfamiliar shapes on my bare skin. "So soon?" He asked. a small smirk appearing on his face.

"Yes so soon." I smirked back, rolling out of my bed, my ladies now making their way toward me. They slipped my chemise on around me, as I turned back to the naked king in my bed. "Or did you plan on staying in my bed for the rest of the day?"

"You are very sharp-tonuged for a woman." He chuckled. "I am to be Queen of Portgual, were you expecting a child?" I asked as Marie, one of my ladies brushed out my hair, which reached slightly over my bottom. "Certainly not a child," He replied quickly. "But not as experienced either,". I couldn't help but laugh at his reference. "Don't pretend as if you didn't love it." I smirked as I stood, and Marie put me into my kirtle.

"Oh, believe that I loved it." He smirked sitting up a little in my bed. "And believe that it will happen again." He promised, making me roll my eyes playfully.

"Which dress would you like to wear, your majesty?" Marie asked, stepping back, and as I took a breath to give my answer Henry spoke. "She'll wear the green one." I looked back at him, my eyes locking with his. "Tudor green." We stated together.