His French Rose~ Henry VIII

(29) Not Just A Flimsy Misstress

4th February 1515

It was the morning of Beatrix wedding, so I headed to her chamber.

"good morning," I said and she smiled at me,

"morning your majesty," she said as I waltzed into the room quite slowly. I then grabbed the comb out of her hand and began doing her hair.

"you don't have to" she cried and I nodded

"I don't but I want to, you helped me on my day and now I am returning the favour and also it is your job to get me ready but I'll excuse you today," I said and she smiled. once I finished doing her hair, I smiled at her through the mirror.

"you don't think I'm rushing into this," she asked and I shook my head a smile still plastered onto my face.

"I don't think so, don't worry about it though it will be fine," I said as she took a deep breath. I then left as her sister in law and bridesmaids entered. I had to get myself ready and my ladies did exactly that, I wore a dark green dress as green was her favourite colour. I looked in the mirror and there was a knock at my door

"come in" I cried and there stood Charles Brandon.

"moring your majesty, you look breathtakingly handsome," he said as he walked over with a broad beam and I smiled back at him.

"morning your grace, here to take me I presume," I asked and he nodded. I then took his outstretched hand and we walked down to the carriage, which Francis and his wife Claude were already in.

"hello king Francis, queen Claude," I said and they both beamed at me as Charles got into the carriage.

"your graces," Charles said tilting his head

"This is the duke of Suffolk Charles Brandon, father of my daughter Isabella," I said and the two nodded. it was quite a pleasant and short ride to the church. we all got out of the carriage and headed in taking our seats, just watching and waiting. eventually, Beatrix came down the aisle, in an emerald green dress and with a long train. she looked spectacular and she kept her eyes on Charles Howard and they didn't wonder, not even for a second. Afterwards, at the ball, I got to catch with many old friends, my sister and my mother. I then got to dance with Edmund for a bit. I took a seat next to Mary Tudor who looked exhausted

"Are you okay," I asked and she nodded. she then slouched in her chair, bring her hand up to her head and began massaging her temple.

"yeah, I just wish I could marry my own lover," she said and I giggled slightly

"you already did a month ago" I laughed but her mouth twisted and became very narrow. the way she made her mouth reminded me of my old Latin tutor who became extremely fed up with me after a short amount of time.

"I know what you mean, you want to marry someone you actually like and the time will come," I said but she didn't relax as I thought she would have at my warm-hearted words.

"When is it my turn, I've waited for so long" she cried, I placed my hand on her shoulder a gave her a sincerely smile.

"Just look at Beatrix she's 27, and she's waited a really long time" I replied looking at Beatrix dancing with her husband with a big bold grin stretched permanently onto her face. I then turned back to mary as she stiffly nodded knowing I had a point. I knew she would find love, I'm not sure when but she will, I knew she would.

"I have a question for you," Mary said after a few moments, I then lowered my drink and turned to her.

"you know when I came to tell you about Louis, why were you in bed with Edmund Howard" she wisphered and my smile dropped slightly. then mary's face turned into shock but also a hint of excitement