Mary of France (ON HOLD)

Chapter Five - The King's Queen

The night sky drew close, and my ladies began dressing me for my first night with the King. I sat against my dressing table as Mabell combed my russet locks down below my waist. 

"Tonight, the King will make me his. Not like I was ever my own person." I stated. 

"Queen Mary," Joan, my principal lady-in-waiting, begun, "you are more than just your virtue. You are a queen; the most beautiful queen to ever be known. You are decorative, like the most expensive vase." She sang against my cheek.

"She is also ripe for plucking." King Louis interrupted, making his presence known.

Mabell and I turned swiftly towards his direction, unaware he had entered the room. "Are all powerful men so insecure that they must be vulgar with their tongues?" I spat.

Rage consumed his hazel eyes. "Queen Mary, being bedded consummates the vows we protested, it shan't be pitied."

I nodded to my ladies, and they quietly left the room. I then turned my focus towards my fifty-two-year-old husband. "Would you like me to apologise for my insecurities this evening? Do understand, a woman without her virtue is no woman at all. Tonight cannot be undone."

"Is this why you refuse to lay with me? You believe I am still a feeble alliance." He probed.

"I am merely a queen considering my country."

"Well, the King of England believes our unity will allow your people to prosper. I have subjects to keep in mind too." A long pause drifted between us. "Mary, we are married. Marriage is eternal in the eyes of God and the Catholic Church."

I repositioned myself in a stern stance. I walked towards the enormous mattress. "I will lie with you King Louis when you treat me as your equal, not just your queen." I folded my arms against my chest and pale slip, to prove how immovable I was.

"My dearest Mary," Louis walked towards me and kneeled before me, "I am your King and most humble servant." He claimed before placing a moist kiss against my knuckles. "You may enter." He calls to the nobles.

Suddenly, nine noblemen enter the King's bedchamber. I felt insecure in my current attire. Amongst the unknown faces, one was very familiar; Charles Brandon.

"Charles?" I questioned, accidentally aloud.

"Yes, Charles was sent here by your brother, Henry VIII. He is to keep you informed of all matters occurring in England whilst you are here in France." King Louis admitted, remaining on his knees.

Oh no, Charles, my childhood love is forced to watch my virtue being taken by another. I look towards him, his eyes remain glued to the floor as the corners of his mouth pointed in the same downward direction.

A sense of confidence rushed through my veins as I closed my eyes and pictured Charles in Louis' position. I fell down to the floor beside Louis and locked his lips with mine.

 I began unlacing my robe that covered my undergarment, sliding it down towards my ankles.  Louis' knees remained firm on the taciturn floor. He held my body in his palms, lifting my undergarment to begin kissing my navel.  I cringed in disgust by his touch. I laid back against the bed and glanced over at Charles. His eyes grew wide as he bit hard on his lip.

"Dammit," Louis swore, after a few minutes.

"What's wrong?" I probed, sitting up against the sheets.

"I can't get it up," he frowned, before spitting in his palm and caressing his limp shaft. After numerous strokes, his member remained.

I began feeling self-conscious. What was wrong with me, why couldn't I give him an errection?

He saw my muddled expression and turned towards me. "It's not you Mary, you are perfection. It's me; I'm not as young as I once was." He admitted as he increased the movement of his right hand.

"Is there something I can do?" I probed. If I could not definitelyis, I could not bare an heir to the throne - the one duty every queen is abliged to undertake.

His brows creased. "Yes, oh most definently. Mary, kneel before me."

I was perplexed but did as my King demanded.

"Come closer and open your mouth," he spoke, bidding a sense of authority. He grabbed on tight to the back of my head and forced my head towards him.

My stomach clenched tight as he begun thrusting in and out of lips, "Mary," he moaned.

I glanced once again towards Charles, as he fixed his trousers; rearranging them.

Louis and I positioned ourselves on the bed, while he remained inside me. He began tracing every curve and dip of my body, especially the crease between my thighs. I fastened my speed, never breaking eye contact with Charles, who stood behind the eight other nobles.

Charles grinned at me and threw his head back, as his lips fell apart; taking in a deep breath.

"Mary its time," Louis breathed, breaking his rhythm before he could spill down my throat. He rolled me onto my back, half dangling me off the side of the bed and tore himself away from my lips.

I unexpectedly felt him thrust himself inside me. I squealed, gripping tight onto the bed frame as a tear rolled down my cheek. I looked over towards Charles whose eyes filled with rage, and his jaw remained tightly clenched; matching both his hands. He aggressively marched out the doors as Louis collapsed on top of me.

The nobles all nodded to each other and walked out of Louis' bedchamber.

"Now, sweet Mary," King Louis began as he stroked my left cheek, "now you are mine."