Heart of Stone (Jane Seymour x oc)

Chapter 13

The queen and the tsaritsa froze.

That was not a premier idea.

Henry and some guards scrambled inside the room. Henry had a face of wrath, when he entered but then a visage of incertitude by what was fore him.
"The good Lord," The king mumbled; as he froze himself.
The guards with the king, hesitated for a moment, but then looked to the king for orders.
"Take Queen Jane to the royal dungeons.
And take the Tsaritsa Aurelia to the Throne Room." Henry said, shock still in his eyes.
The guards rushed to the queen and tsaritsa.
The queen had no vie of a tussle.
But the tsaritsa-quite the contrary.
She brawled and fracases.
She opted to make it a labor for the guards.

You might be thinking 'Why is the tsaritsa one in rage and not the queen'.
Well, that is a brill enquiry.
The tsaritsa was not in a melee for herself, but the queen.
A Queen going to the dungeons?
There was no way in hell the tsaritsa was gonna let that betide!

"Let her go!" The tsaritsa bellowed.
The guards handing her were frightened by her. More guards came dashing in to tend to the fury of the tsaritsa.
"You bicce!" A/N: bicce is a archaic form of bitch, if you didn't know.

The king was not native-I'm certain you knew that. He was utterly fathomed the situation.
Regardless, he still had shock in his eyes.
The tsaritsa was heaved out of the queen's chambers. For the queen silently was escorted out of the chambers, and didn't more than one guard.
The tsaritsa finally down the corridors enough where you couldn't hear her bellowing and cursing.
The King of England stood still for a good few minutes. Thinking.
What should he do?
He just can't let the queen get away with this.
But he can't make the tsaritsa stay here.
That is why he didn't send her to the dungeons.
The tsaritsa had a higher title than he.
He could be killed if her harmed her.

So Henry just sent her to the Throne Room and then to her home country.

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The tsaritsa was much more calm now-still pissed off visage but not violet. She stood fore the dais and thrones, with Henry sitting on it.

"I demand I see the queen!" Fire in her greenish blue, sienna orbs.

"You must have forgotten that you are in my court." Henry shot back.
"The queen has a right to speak to her subjects." She quipped.
"Not when she has committed treason."
"Treason?" Then something clicked in the tsaritsa's mind. Henry thought she committed adultery. She had not.

"You and the queen have been having a affair." The king hissed.
"No. We have not."
"Then what were you two doing in each other's faces?" Henry jeered.
"We might have been close in proximity, but we were not having intercourse." The tsaritsa elucidated.
The king scoffed,
"Do you think I am native?"
Satire heavy in his voice.

"No. But I do think you are found more sufficient way to dispose of your wife." The tsaritsa scorned.
Henry huffed; letting his eyes trail off to the side of the room, bored of the conversation.
"I have an act to amend to." Henry stood and made his route to the gargantuan doors.
"Act?" The tsaritsa turned her head to him.

"Yes. The Buggery Act." With that the doors were strikes shut.