Heart of Stone (Jane Seymour x oc)

Chapter 9

WARNING:⚠️ this chapter has rape in it. If you are not comfortable with reading that please skip this chapter.
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None of this

In England, it was early morn.
The December weather was hypnotic; the snow frothy, waters were glacial, any plants were either dead or denuded by the weather then immersed into non-transparent snow.

The palace was wonted.
Windows were limpid(looking through the window you were see lambent snow and trees basically submerged into snow. Or perchance it was just bushes).

The chambers were a dark grey with lusters of candles.

Jane was at the davenport, reading-trying to read.
She found it quite testing. She thought about asking one of her ladies in waiting to help her.
But then again Jane knew they would ne'er(her ladies were ne'er go against the king).

Jane huffed, "This is impossible!"
She thwacked the book onto the desk.
She sat there.

There was a serene silence-for a moment.
Because if you have children or live with children, you know silence won't live forever.

Edward VI was now more than 2 months old.
Still he wailed at unexpected moments.

"Shh. It is alright," Jane comforted.
Edward off in the corner of the chambers; mollified down by his mother's voice.
"I didn't mean it. Tis' alright." Jane soothed.
The child lulled once again into a abyss of sleep.
"Finally. Asleep...again." Jane mumbled underneath her breath.
She sidled to the mahogany door of the chambers.
Jane hoped that nobody would inquire her 'What doing out of your chambers?'

"Jane? Why are you not in your chambers?" The voice of King Henry came from literally nowhere.
Jane stopped dead.
This only Henry smirk,
"What's wrong?" Henry was now behind her. "I was hungry." She lied. (For the record she was going to the library).
And Jane knew Henry was right onto her lie.

"Is that so?" He stuck his face into her hair.
Jane did not move a millimeter. Still as she could.
She knew very well where this was going.
And she dreaded it.
"Please don't." Jane knees slightly buckled.
"You dare to defied me?" Henry hissed.
Jane sighed dolefully, faintly.
"That is what I thought." Henry scoffed at her "folly".

Towing her down through the eternal corridors.

They came to two large mahogany doors.
Henry let go of Jane's hand. And hungrily grabbing the knobs of the old mahogany doors.

Casting the doors open,
Full of ardor, he lunged for her hand.

Clouting the door shut, then he hurtled to the bed of the chambers.
He pressed her body against the bed with his on top of hers.
His fingers traced down her side of her rig cage to her skirt.
Then rushing his hands to her back of her dress to her corset.
Ripping off her corset of her middle, then bringing down her skirt.

Jane laid there trying not to cry, because of all of this. She didn't want this. She wanted none of this. She ne'er wanted any of this.

She has a heart of stone Goddamnit!

But she couldn't stop this. Not of this,

So she laid there with an emotionless face.