Almost midway through the 16th century, France and England are crosshairs away from warfare. Malevolence is thick in the air between the two countries and both of the reigning kingdoms are desperate to avoid violence and keep the peace. A marriage b...
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They walked down the corridors, side by side, but they kept a safe distance between one another. Harry knew that if someone caught on, even had an inkling of a suspicion, he and Marie would be be in danger. Just in front of the Great Hall, a crowd stood; guards, Prince Leopold and King Frederick. Harry snarled as he caught sight of the man he so despised. Prince Filipe's towering physique stood tall above Leopold and the King, and his diplomats surrounded him. The clicking of Marie's shoes against the stone floor caught the group's attention, and Filipe shamelessly observed this godly woman.
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"Ah, Filipe, you remember my son Harold." Filipe gives Harry a snide smirk and already, Harry is on edge.
"Of course, your majesty. How could I forget, I annihilated him when we jousted." Marie saw that Harry's lid was all to close to blowing off, so she stepped in between them.
"Your highness, the last time I saw you, you were just a boy." She offers her hand and he seductively kisses it. Which makes all parties involved, aside from him, uncomfortable.
"I thought that was you, your grace." Again, his eyes scan her slender body. "It has been far too many years...but they have done wonders for you. You are positively radiant."
"And you look...quite developed." Harry snickers at Marie's clear, but seemingly innocent jab. Leopold steps forward and slips his arm around her waist.
"May I ask what you are doing with this boy?" Filipe was only one year older than Leopold and two years older than Harry. He was twenty and he'd already been married twice, and both of his wives had been beheaded due to adultery. Marie, when she'd heard the news, knew there was much more to the story. He did frighten her, much like his father. They were vicious men, following in the footsteps of their ruthless line.
