His French Rose~ Henry VIII

(14) What Am I, A Prisoner

8 July 1511

I spent a few months relaxing and not doing much. Henry would visit some nights and stay with me, the others he was with the bastards he calls, mistress. I did feel a bit jealous, well a lot but I knew that's what my husband must do. I allowed him to do so, as long as I liked the lady and we weren't enemies.

"enter" I called out and my husband strutted into the room,

"good evening Charles," henry said sitting on my bed. he then wriggled around to make himself comfy and I just watched him do so

"henry" I replied holding his hand, he rubbed the top of my hand then squeezed them. I then reverted my eyes to his own which were already softly staring at me.

"I hope our son has your blue eyes," I said staring deeply at him. henry then moved his hand over my baby bump.

"It doesn't matter, as long as it's a healthy boy and has isabella's gorgeous looks," Henry said and I nodded. I didn't have the heart to mention it could be a girl and get him all fired up. He lay next to me in the bed and held me very close to him as I snuggled up to him.

9 July 1511

In the morning henry woke me up,

"moring Charles" he cried, full of energy

"morning henry" I tidily yawned. I then watched him with a smile as he got ready for the day ahead.

"enjoy your day, while I'm sticking this room like a prisoner," I said with a fake smile

"love you know you can go out but think what's best for our, son," Henry said looking very apologetic. I sighed slightly

"it's what a woman must do, sometimes I wish I were a man, to work as a man and to get a wife to bear me children, and give them no, opportunities to achieve an amazing education," I said angrily but not raising my voice. henry looked at me very concerned, he sat by my bed and kissed my head

"but if you weren't a woman I would have had to marry someone else and life wouldn't be the same," he said. I nodded slightly then he headed to the door

"relax love is not good for the baby," he said leaving the room and I made a strangled squeal sound as he left the room my face scrunched up. my hands in front of me as I strangled the air, I then dropped my hands and took a deep breath.

I spent the rest of my day reading and watching the beautiful view, I also had started writing a poem about henry. then there was a knock on my door

"come in," I said then lord dowel entered the room. he bowed then stood by my side

"your majesty, you will need to write your will," he said. he held a long scroll of parchment and a quill and as I began speaking he began scribbling. After about an hour or two he left the room in a bit of a rush, I then looked at myself in the mirror. I looked so different from when I just arrived here, I looked more mature and more sophisticated. I was also eight months pregnant but I also had always never wanted to have children but here we are now. I missed that gullible eighteen-year-old girl, back when she was nervous about meeting the seventeen-year-old king. Then fell head over heels for the strong party-loving Charles Brandon who swept her off her feet. I bore him an absolutely divine looking daughter and I wanted to travel the world with him. but power got to me and I had to fall for the king who was already head over heels for me.I quickly moved away from the mirror before I broke into tears. I sat on my bed then there was a knock on the door

"enter" I cried out quickly drying my tears, it was my ladies apart from Anne Stafford

"where is Anne, is she alright" I quickly asked as the ladies exchanged worried looks.

"she is with the king" Beatrix stepped forward bravely and spoke,

"oh okay" I responded and the ladies looked at me very shocked.

"Are you all okay, or have you all been hit by some curse of some sort - huh?" I asked and they shook their heads

"your majesty we just thought you would be mad or jealous" Beatrix spoke once more.

"well I am neither, get over it," I said looking each of them straight in the eyes and the ladies nodded. we spent a few hours chatting, the ladies did want me to get bored which I found very sweet. then there was another knock on the door

"enter" It was Mary Tudor my sister in law.

"would you like to join us mary," I asked and she nodded taking a seat on my bed next to Elizabeth Darce.

"Anyway, where was I," Elizabeth said

"the part where you and your brothers went to the forest," Joan said and Elizabeth nodded.

"We were in the forest, one of my brothers was climbing a tree and got to the top, then a horse came galloping out of nowhere

'Edmund, Elizabeth of the path' john yelled multiple times but we were still running around and my younger brother Edmund got whacked down. blood splattered everywhere even on me and I just stared at where my brother once stood as a few more horses galloped past spluttering blood everywhere. my older brother John jumped down from the tree and gripped me dragging me off the path as the other horses galloped past. my brother Edmund had gone and I watched it all happen" Elizabeth said a tear running down her cheek as Joan patted her back.

"anyway, your majesty what was your childhood like," Beatrix asked and mary nodded.

"well I was defiantly my father-daughter we were so close and he was everything I loved until he died when I was 7, but I lived with my mother, younger sister Margurite and younger brother Francis. I and Francis were very close and he thought of our sister and mother as goddesses. I and Francis played tennis and football all around the house but I was got in trouble for not being ladylike. I and father use to play and watch wrestling, jousting and he even taught me how to ride a horse. once even my cousin king Louis of France took use hunting it was so enjoyable, he treated me as if I were another one of his daughters. once I even wore my brother's clothes for a week, my mum didn't allow me to go out for that whole week" I laughed and so did all the other ladies.

"wait you were allowed to do all those sports as a child," Joan asked still laughing and I nodded.

"yes, I remember her and Francis almost knocking me down once as they ran past me, once," Beatrix said with a cheeky smile. we continued telling stories till Henry entered my room.

"you may leave ladies and mary," He said as I stood up, the ladies bowed and walked off but mary drew me into a hug.

"I love you," she said

"I love you to" I replied as she let go

"I love you to brother," she said leaving the room.

"How was your day love," I said as we both got into bed and henry told me about his day which sounded quite boring in my opinion, well compared to my day.