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The Seduction of the Duke of Suffolk || Part 7, The Nightmare

This takes place somewhere between season 3 and 4 of the Tudors. Read these first Trigger Warning: age gap, sex, affair

Francis paced his quarters for hours after the feast. He couldn’t shake the feeling Colette was hiding something from him. Why would she feel the need to lie about talking with the Duchess? What could be so damning that a lie was warranted? He wasn’t ignorant to the rumors that circulated around about his bride-to-be and the Duke of Suffolk. He inquired about them with her father and he was reassured that the rumors were just that, rumors. Perhaps, it was time he asked Colette.

In the morning he set out to locate Colette. She was among a group of other women when Francis approached. “Ladies,” he greeted them with a respectful nod.

“Francis,” Colette cooed at the sight of him. He was certainly a good-looking man. He grew into his awkwardness from their youth. Colette blushed thinking about what might lie beneath the layers of his finery.

“Would you ladies mind if I borrowed Colette?” His accent made half of them blush and the low timber of his voice made the other half shutter.

“They don’t mind,” Colette added with a chuckle. “I will see you all later,” and she took Francis’ arm.

Francis took a deep breath. It was nerve-wracking to pull the words together to ask the woman he wanted to spend the rest of his life with if she was having an elicit affair with another man. He didn’t want to anger her with an accusation. He didn’t want for it to be true. He really didn’t want to ask. However, not asking would leave the rumor hanging in the back of his mind until the end of his days.

They approached a small bench and Francis motioned for Colette to sit. “Francis, are you alright?”

Francis ran his palms over his thighs and exhaled. “I need to ask you something.”

“What is it?” Colette let her face wear the worry building inside her. She dug around in her mind for something. Charles did come to mind but he couldn’t have seen anything from the feast. They stopped before he saw her.

“Are you…” he paused as the words were caught in his throat, “… are you intimate with Charles Brandon?”

Colette controlled her reaction. One wrong facial expression and she would give it all away. “Where is this coming from?”

“Answer the question, Colette,” Francis didn’t stop the frustration from coming out.

“No.”                                                          

“Then why did you lie about talking to the Duchess?” Her brows furrowed. How did he know it was a lie? “She was back at the feast talking to your parents when I saw you.”

Colette pursed her lips as she tried to think of something. Francis watched her carefully, waiting for an answer. “I didn’t want you to think I was up to something devious.”

“Then what were you doing?”

“Walking alone.”

“Why?”

“We had just become formally engaged. Everyone was asking me about it. The comments about my age and how lucky I was someone was still interested in marrying me.” She frowned. “I needed air.”

Francis cupped her face and held her gaze, “I am the one who is lucky.” Colette laughed softly. “They just don’t know you like I do.”

“You really feel that way?” Francis nodded. Guilt settled in Colette’s heart. She truly didn’t deserve him. She needed to end the affair with Charles. She knew that before but looking into Francis’ eyes made that even more pressing. She would end it even if it made her heart ache.

“I can’t wait for when we can be husband and wife.” He placed a chaste kiss to the tip of her nose.

“When might that be?”

“I will know once I receive word from my father.”

Their conversation was disrupted as the King as his men came down the corridor. Francis and Colette rose to their feet and waited for them to pass. Charles was in attendance and his eyes met Colette’s. Francis caught the quick smirk from the Duke and the rouge in his fiancée’s cheeks. Any reassurance he had prior to was lost. Something was going on between Colette and Charles. He knew it.

#

Charles Brandon was heading down the corridor when he made eye contact with Colette. Her widened eyes and panicked expression led him to believe that she was avoiding him. He had suspicions that she was since every time he spotted her, she magically vanished. He didn’t want to assume but her face said it all.

“Lady Gilles,” he approached her. She couldn’t sprint away in a crowded corridor. He needed to know why there was a sudden change in her reception of him.

“My lord,” her eyes stayed focused on the ground.

“May we speak?”

“Is that not what we are doing?”

“With less prying ears?”

“I would prefer it not…”

Charles hooked her arm with his elbow and lead her for a walk. “Why do you suddenly not wish to talk with me?”

The young woman grumbled as she tried to keep up with his long strides.

They made a quick turn and he spun to face her. “Answer me,” his commanding tone made her quiver. She damned him for having such an effect on her. It was going to make ending things so much harder. “Colette…”

She looked around before speaking, “Francis asked me if we were having an affair.” Charles pursed his lips and ran a hand over his beard. “Precisely. We cannot meet anymore.”

The rational man that Charles had become knew that their time was over. He knew it was over when she accepted Francis’ proposal for marriage. It was the youthful ignorance Colette ignited in him that hoped it would continue.

His lips pressed to her forehead with a sigh, “Goodbye, Colette.” Something about his goodbye felt like it was forever. It made tears prick the corner of her eyes. She tried to blink them away, but they broke free and rolled down her cheeks. Charles heard a soft sob and lifted her chin to look at him.

The world seemed to slow. Their lips hovered over one another begging for the other to break the stalemate. Charles caressed her cheek.

He felt as if he was drowning and she was the surface. How he wanted to breathe that sweet air. All he needed to do was bring his lips closer. Although, he knew it would be fleeting. He would have to slip beneath the surf and let the ocean of his heart break take him under for good.

A hand slipped to the small of her back, as her fist gripped the collar of his coat. The tension hung in the air for what felt like an eternity.

The sudden clearing of a throat caused the two to part. Colette quickly whisked her tears away and looked at Charles who looked as if he had seen a ghost.

Colette turned around slowly and was met with the familiar eyes of her father. His face was taught with anger. The Earl moved with heavy steps toward the pair and stared down at his daughter, “go.”

“Father…”

“Go. Lord Brandon and I have to have a word.” Colette stared up at her father with tears in her eyes, but it didn’t ebb his fury. “Go.”

With the click of Colette’s shoes fading, her father narrowed his gaze on the man before him. Charles was a large man, which meant the Earl had to crane his neck to look at the other square in the eyes. “I have one child on this Earth. One. The Lord has blessed me with a witty and beautiful daughter. I will not have her reputation sullied by the likes of you.”

Charles chose his words cautiously as if not to offend or enrage Lord Gilles. He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. “I beg for your forgiveness. I assure you, what you saw was as far as it goes.”

Lord Gilles studied Charles for a minute before speaking, “stay away from her and my forgiveness is yours.”

Charles gave the other a quick nod, “you have my word.”

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Colette was running down a long corridor. Her chest heaved against the tight corset bound around her as her lungs burned for more air. The echo of her heels hitting the floor was drowned out by the sound of her blood thumping in her ears. She came to an end and made a sharp turn. Then, she kept running.

Finally, she arrived at a weathered door. She tried to steady herself before entering. Breathe, she thought to herself. Just breathe.

Her fingers trembled as the latch on the door gave way. Her nerves tingled with anxiety as it slowly creaked open.

“Colette?” She heard a familiar voice call from the darkness.

“Yes,” she rushed in to meet the man who waited for her. “Where are you?” She searched around the darkness before she felt the familiar form beneath her fingers.

It was like nothing had changed. If anything, Charles’ lips hastily exploring hers was more impassioned because they were treading into dangerous water. Even his touch seemed hotter. It singed her flesh as his palms found their ways to her most tender flesh. He breathed against her neck as a small moan left her lips.

“Why, Colette?” Her eyes snapped open. It wasn’t the question. Rathe, it was the voice that made her stark with fear. “Why?” She knew the accent anywhere.

“Francis?” She shoved him away and scurried away.

“Why are you doing this to me?” She didn’t have to see his face to know the sadness that tugged at the corners of his mouth. She knew the look of sorrow was of her doing.

“I’m sorry, Francis. I’m sorry.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know.”

“Why?!” Then his tone changed from sadness to rage.

“I don’t know!” Colette felt the words leave her mouth like hot coals raking across dry earth. She felt the tears prickle in the corners of her eyes.

“Why?!” He screamed one more time.

As she drew the breath in, Colette shot up in her bed. Her mother came rushing in followed by her father. “Colette?!” The young woman was trying to catch her breath as her eyes met the others’ worried expressions.

“You screamed,” the Earl added.

“It was a bad dream.”

“Good. Now, go back to bed.”

[henrycavillgossipblog]

Why would he say things to keep his fans happy? Personally, I’d rather be broken by the truth than built up by a lie. I know the pr machine must dominate his life and not only impact his professional life but also impede on his personal life. It probably is hard to differentiate between the two but I’d rather know the real him than the picture perfect that the media wants to portray. There’s lots of people that don’t like me but I’m real. I guess my livelihood is not resting on it.

Because he is a celebrity and it’s so easy to get cancelled these days. He faced backlash after being honest about the #metoo movement and speaking his mind and he has always been unproblematic. Maybe his PR team thinks it’s better to stay that way. Maybe I am wrong but you can rarely hear him talking about social issues.

I agree that people should be real, I’ve noticed people calling him fake on social media (reddit) because he is always so politically correct and never speaks his mind. But when he does it, he gets judged.

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Freaky Saturday Henry Cavill finding out about your superman kink

-Henrywould find out about your superman kink while catching you watching the JusticeLeague. The two of you would be cuddled up on the couch and he’d catch youmumble “Damn, superman” at the scene where he’d was brought back to life bybatman before fighting him and the rest of the team

-You’dunknowingly lick your lips and continue to whisper dirty things under yourbreath while staring lustfully at his gorgeous body on the TV screen. Henry wouldn’tbe so surprised at your newly discovered kink, he’d hold in a chuckle andpatiently wait until the end of the movie before catching you off guard bysmashing his hips against yours

-You’dmoan and instantly feel weak in his strong arms, loving how close he held youto his body. Henry then would position himself in between your legs, “So, youhave a Superman kink, huh?” he’d rasp in your ear before placing soft kisses upand down your neck

-You’dgasp, realizing that he had heard everything you mumbled and felt a littleembarrassed that you couldn’t keep your dirty thoughts to yourself. “Henry” you’dmoan while his hands would cup your breasts, gently squeezing them beforequickly undressing you

-“No” Henrywould rasp, “Call me Clark or Superman” he’d hoarsely order while removing hisown clothes, burning to feel your soft skin against his. You’d bite your lipand slowly nod your head, already feeling your arousal gather in between yourlegs

-Henrywould skip the foreplay and get straight to business by thrusting his hardlength deep inside you, “Oh, Clark” you’d moan while arching your back, lovingthe way your inner walls were being stretched delightfully

-Henrywould groan at his fictional name before immediately beginning to thrust his hipsat a quick pace, loving how your inner walls tightly clenched around hislength. You’d lose yourself into the blissful pleasure, panting, crying and moaningout loud

-Henrywould slip his hand down to where the two of you would intimately be connectedand press his thumb against your clit, making you shiver at the overwhelming wavesof immense pleasure. “I-I’m so close” you’d whimper and buck your hips, desperatelytrying to reach your high

-“What’s myname?” Henry would groan in your ear while thrusting deeper and faster, you’d letout a loud cry before weakly answering “C-Clark”. He’d smirk and place asensual kiss against your lips while increasing the pace of his snapping hips

-“And theother one?” Henry would continue, loving the sight of you losing control, “S-Superman”you’d pant while you’d feel the delicious knot form in the pit of your stomach,making your legs tremble as you’d be so close to fall off the blissful edge

-“S-Superman”you’d whimper and then moan out loud when Henry would growl a low “Good girl”,making you reach your high with high pitched cries while your inner walls wouldtightly clench around his length, triggering his own release

-Henrywould give you a few more, deep thrusts before collapsing on top of you. You’dlove feeling him so heavy on top of you, “Mhm Superman, you rocked my world”you’d chuckle while running your hands up and down his back

-“Gladyou liked it, darling” he’d respond and chuckle at the end while placing sweetkisses all over your face

-Emma

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