Henry wasn’t usually one to leave his Kingdom in favour of visiting another, ( especially when the land he was visiting was ruled by a man he could barely stomach ) preferring that neighbouring monarchs step into his domain where he held the power. Not to mention the added benefits of keeping his wife busy being the perfect hostess.
But after receiving a note from the Queen herself, he had decided to make an exception.
He had heard the stories, the whispers about how her majesty was becoming darker by the day, her heart turned to stone by the black magic she wielded. The King had never been one to believe in such things of course, but in hearing her offer he imagined there must be some truth to tales of her corrupt soul.
Though he hardly cared if it were to work in his favour. She could worship the devil for all it would matter if she could deliver on her promise to help expand his empire.
Henry had always been ambitious but in the months before her offer arose a need had been borne within him to build himself a legacy that would be remembered by history for all the generations to come.
The King began to worry however when her majesty went from explaining how they were to murder her husband to being hit with some sort of sudden wave of illness. Following her when he realised she was heading to the guardian rather than her chambers.
‘ Are you sure it is merely the wine, my Queen ??’ he asked with concern, making himself known.
ALL SHE REQUIRED WAS SILENCE. comfort was sought in the darkness of night rather than the warmth of her bed or the arms that were meant to soothe her. in the towering shrubbery, she hid herself within the maze to attempt to quiet every voice, fingertips burrowed in raven tresses grasping her skull as she paced. it was the ONLY way to protect her, to ensure her longevity. reconciliation with the King was not found even in the moments when he visited her bed chamber, what vigor she approached that intimacy with was lost.
it was not until she heard the rustling of footsteps following her path that she found fragments of fragile wits, trembling, swiping away what moisture trickled down her cheeks. slender arms quickly fell to her side, one hand splayed across her ornate bodice, to appear as if all she required was fresh air.
this King arrived at her behest & desired her kingdom once her husband would fall. little did he know her word was sent following a night of wine & ale to drown the sorrows which she learned could swim. a man who already had a wife, a kingdom, a queen & yet he desired her hand as well. it made her ill. but as the haggered triplets often say, one must dance with theDEVIL, lie with him, to achieve GREATER ENDS.
❛ & the company of my foolish husband. i could not bear to hear him chortle once more or speak so incessantly about his precious princess. ❜
if she could drive a blade in them both, then the situation would be ideal.
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