Tudor King

a child

Anne Boleyn cradled her child. He was perfect. "You, lying, treacherous whore," Henry had shouted those words at her. "Your name is Francios, after your father. I am so sorry. Half of the world will hate because of me," Anne said to her son. Jean was in a cage reserved for prisoners. Her poor, gentle boy had guards bullying him.

Francios cooed in his mother's arms. The physician was coming to take him away. The physician would visit and take him out of Anne's arms. Henry would keep the baby in his tent.

Poland 

Margaret laughed as her little Madeline ran away from her older uncles and aunt. Her father was standing behind her. Louise had cried in their papa's arms. Jean was stuck as a prisoner. "How does he treat you, Margeret?" Francios asked. "He treats me well, papa," Margeret said

"We will get Anne, Jean, and Francois back," Margeret said, making her father smile.

Bouglone 

Anne rubbed her hands together. She hated being a prisoner of war. Henry hadn't visited her. Charles didn't either. She was over the moon. She wanted to see her son. He was a baby. Henry looked down at the baby.

He wasn't going to harm it. He recognized the small traits Francois shared with Elizabeth, Celicy, Anne, George, and Geoffrey. He wished the baby was his. He wanted all of Anne's children with Francois to be his. He couldn't undo time. 

Charles Brandon walked into the tent. He was suspicious of the king with the newborn. He knew Henry had a ruthless side. "Your majesty, some of us are worried about the prince in the wooden cell. It would be a terrible scandal. Your majesty, your uncles the prince in the tower," Charles said.

Richard the Third, Henry disowned great uncle. Richard had placed his nephews in the tower for their safety and his. They had disappeared. Never to be found. That had negatively affected Richard's reputation. 

"Released the boy, but keep him close to you. Let him visit his mother under guard. Henry walked into Anne's tent. Anne grabbed a vase, throwing at Henry. Henry dodged the vase. She grabbed the candle holder and threw at Henry. The candle holder had hit Henry in the forehead. Henry rushed to Anne, and grabbed her arms. Anne tried to get free by stepping on Henry's foot.

Anne screamed as Henry held her arms,"I hate you," Anne said. "Don't say that. You don't mean that," Henry said. Those three words pained Henry. "Let go of me," Anne screamed. Anne felt like Henry was holding her wrist like a wild animal. "Calm down," Henry said.

"When will I ever be free of you?" Anne asked. Henry let go of Anne. Anne noticed the cut on Henry's forehead. "I am sorry. I got mad," Anne said. "Do you still love me?" Henry asked. Anne shook her head. If Henry thought there was any love in her heart toward him. He was on hallucinogenic honey.

Henry left Anne's tent. He noticed his soldiers looking at him.

Henry was drinking the best wine. "It all your fault. If you hadn't intervened. I would have my wife with me. I wish you nothing but unhappiness with your wife," Henry said. Charles Brandon looked down at the table. He hated the fact Henry didn't have Anne. Henry had chosen Charles's punishment to serve as George's protector.

Charles had felt his guilt clawing at him. He had overheard the boy asking Lady Brayn if Henry would kill him too. It was his fault they didn't have a mother. It was his fault Henry didn't feel complete. It was his fault Henry didn't trust him. "I'm sorry, Your Majesty," Charles said, tears in his eyes.

Henry was drunk. He walked out. He was going to Anne's tent. Anne had just finished feeding Francois. "Sweetheart," Henry called. The physician walked out with the baby. "My sweetheart," Henry said. Anne noticed Henry was drunk. "Henry, what do you want?" Anne asked. "Your sweetness, my sweetheart," Henry said, stalking toward Anne.

Anne felt caged. Henry lifts Anne by the legs. He plumped her down on the bed. "Don't do this,Henry," Anne begged. "Knights don't rape maidens," Anne pleaded. "Knights don't get their heart broken," Henry said.

Henry kissed Anne roughly on the neck. Anne could smell the sweet French wine. Henry lifted the end of Anne's nightgown. He freed his loin from his trousers. "Henry, please," Anne begged. He thursted inside of Anne. He felt euphoria rushing through his brain. All the other women he bedded after didn't compare to Anne.

Anne had tears in her eyes. She had screamed so loudly. Anne looked at the top of the tent. She found the irony in Henry raping her. Elizabeth had been conceived in France. Anne waited for Henry to finish. The only way she could be free of Henry if she was dead.

Anne Boleyn was staring ahead. Henry had apologized to her saying he just couldn't help himself. "My soldiers won't tell anyone for your reputation. We wouldn't want Francois invading England, would we?" Henry asked, hoping to break Anne out of her trance They would never accept George as king if France invaded England. Anne nodded. "I arrange a bath for you. I will join you with dinner with your son, Jean," Henry said. Anne grabbed a pillow throwing at Henry. "Stay away from my children," Anne said.

Henry walked out. Henry was in his tent. "How could you?" Charles asked. He heard the screams from Anne's tent. "I regret it too, Charles. Let me remind you. Your job is to serve me," Henry said. "What happened to you?" Charles asked. 

"My heart was broken, Charles," Henry said.

Francois felt happy to be home. The knight king was getting tired of battles. "Who is that?" Gian asked. Gian pointed to the blond prisoner. "Hal Seymour, your grace. "Father, look what we have here," Gian the bad said. He smirked at Hal. "Father, let the soldiers beat some sense in him," Gian the bad said. He kicked Hal down to the ground. Hal cried out in pain. Hal never thought Jane would be right.

The armies had cornered Francois and the Sforza. The Sforzas and Francois were lucky to escape. Francois had no other option but to sue for peace. Henry wanted to take Francois as his prisoner. However, the idea of taking hostages was sweet.

Francois had sent all of his children with Anne as prisoners. Henry had agreed to allow Anne and Francois a meeting. "What did you do to her, you piece of shit?" Francois asked. His wife was in a trance. "He did nothing, Francois," Anne lied.

Madeline got off her horse. She was going to serve as a hostage. Princess Mary had a smirk on her face. She had waited for the day. Her father would bring justice. Henry was hailed as hero.