I thee Queen of England, sits upon thy thrown before my people whom I've vowed to protect at all cost 'til my last dying breath.
Tudor House
London, England
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"Grief is the price we pay for love." -Elizabeth II
Robert smiled softly, thumb caressing her full bottom lip. It was to much of a liberty, but what was life without risk. “Yes… It’s not so hard a question?” He said, he japed, more hope in his tone then he felt in soul. He loved her face, so much beauty and wisdom. Yet young and fair, his fingers moved to twirl in her dark coils, his eyes love struck. In his soul he begged her to give him leave. Demand the right to claim him out right. Leave these courtly games behind. Heartbeats after breath, she remained still, consumed in thought. Why? Why should it take more then a moment to speak true? Unless a lie lay at hand. Her uttered word, burn like fire. “Friend is what we have always been…” He cut off and removed his fingers from her hair. He watched the life pool from her and swallowed. “You mean to say that’s all you require of me. Is that right Majesty? He said, uttering the title as if it were lead. Letting it hit the chamber floor heavy and hard.
“Yes” Margery said nodding her head at his statement, it was true they had always been friends. That was his entire point of it all. “Risk thy freedom and life for love?” she asked him as if it where the craziest thing she had ever heard. “Robin” she said looking down, her head hanging low at his words. “Thy love for you runneth over!” she stressed as she looked up at him. “Thy love for you is at each moment the same” she told him desperately. She begin to cry again sniffling hard as she did, this was a aching displeasure. This thing they had was a headache and more so heartbreak for her, and she was sure for him the exact same. “I love thou Robin. What doeth I? I have no way to honor our wish” she told him honestly.
“Is it so hard for majesty to look upon me? Never avert your gaze. I wish to always know that I’m but a blink away.” Robert tilted her head back. long lightly sun touched fingers, held her chin as if she were glass threatening to break in his grasp. “What would you have of me lady?” He said the words omitting all honorifics. He was not speaking to a queen. Not now in the empty hollow hall. It was to the woman. Dividing that which was duty from what was cardinal. The counsel sought a match that could equal her. Robert knew the problem with that logic. It lay in the heavens for all to see. If they but turn their eyes to the sky. The moon, no matter how resplendent, would never rival the sun. So, it had learned the trick of survival long ago. As had Robert. Bath in its light, be warmed by its rays, but never seek to dominate it. And it would give you leave, to shine for it at night. Would that she understood that truth… He had hopes that one day, she would forsake her own oaths and truly succumb to him. ‘Time,’ he reminded himself. Everything with Margery took time.
Margery parted her lips though nothing came out initially, and she inhaled deeply before she exhaled thereafter. “What would I have of you?” she repeated back to him. She didn’t want to answer the question he was posing, because the truth was never as easy to accept as a lie were. And the truth of the matter is, much like Romeo and Juliet they just couldn’t be, it was a disaster destined to secure their demises. She assumed he wanted her to pour her heart out to him in ways she hadn’t in the past. But the peculiar thing about her was, she would never. To make him aware of just how much she truly loved him, made her weary. She always knew what he’d be capable of daring if she did. Besides, she put on a show but was always forced to backpedal for this exact reason. That is why banishing him to his wife came to be so easy and effective. She could clear her mind and find some peace within herself all while avoiding this question. Banishing him meant she’d still carry her crown with her head high and no remorse or pity was spared but sitting before him was a different story her crown and strength had fallen the second she had gotten angry with him. She felt the need to tell him her feelings but she couldn’t find the words. “Friendship” she finally told him closing her eyes as she did, it was a lie, the hardest one she always had to tell.
Robert’s thumb circled her cheek then stopped to cup her face in his strong hands. The ‘No’ left him to wonder, as his eyes searched hers. Would she wait forever? Would the crown demand she take another? No… Her word would save him from the heads men, he was sure. His claim to her was only bond by her passion, but when would duty win out over love? He touched her soft lips in a wonder. And all other thoughts slipped away, gone. His mind succumbing to being so close to his beloved. “You are a wonder, far beyond reason. Your heart takes you through all the season of emotion. Yet, your tenderness, still captives me. “ He said low. He saw all of her and love her more for it.
To be perceived to be weak in the eyes of others was unsatisfactory in her own mind. What would the people think if they knew their Queen was far to focused on the matters of her heart when there was so much to be done. She sniffled again at his words, wiping her own face dry as she looked up. She didn’t necessarily look at him, his words could be both off-putting and endearing. In so many words he acknowledged that she was a mess however, she was his mess. Her eyes traveled to meet his slowly. What was there to say? She’d watched her father throw women away, even her own mother for an heir. Her father was so grotesque in his rein that she vowed not to let love play a hellish part in her own. However, despite her fight against it love seemed to biggest battle she faced of them all. It was a foul and dreary thing yet the bug had bitten her, long ago. He was a friend, a confidant mainly, someone she trusted immensely, he saw her at her worst practically days before her death he’d been by her side, she watched him blossom into the man he were to day and she figured in retrospect he’d done the same. But, no matter the feelings they had, he was a friend in everyone else’s eyes and he had to be in her’s as well. So bottling up her emotions were the only true option she had.
Robert’s pale fingers touched his cheek lightly. He swallowed, the bitter taste of blood causing his to him to grimace. His formidable queen, her outburst only flamed his fires. She gashed at him with a razor tongue so sharp, it would have torn many others to shreds. But he seemed almost born to stand against her knife. They were only words, passionate ones. What man turned away from who raged so openly for them? She would succumb to him one day, and truly become his. She had given him more than he deserved already, but he was greedy when it came to her. He wanted all her passions. He cast his eyes low, as she moved to tears. “Would that you willfully marry another? To doom us both to and eternity apart when together is the better? No. Better that you send me to the gallows. Then to leave me to die a death so cruel.” He said as he reached to take her tear stained face.
At his words she kept her head low, sniffling slightly as tears continued to pour from her. As quickly as it came the anger always left and she was left with her guilty thoughts of hurting him so even if she hurt all the same. She understood she had no right to treat him or anyone badly over her own emotional outburst but the rage always took control. “No” she said in a quivered whisper to him as she wiped her tear stained cheeks, power covering her brown face smearing in the process she had to look a awful mess before him. Which was something he was probably all to far familiar with.
Harsh words spilled from her lips, yet no lie did she offer. “My sire’s name is a burden. Yet, even if he were honored in these halls, I would be nothing still.” He raised up from the floor. “How is it that I treat one so high, lowly? I am at your call and command. You know whom I seek, eternally, yet you deny me always? What does that child have to off compared to thee?”
At his words her blood boiled, was he undermining her and questioning her level of intelligence all at the same time? Se snapped, back handing him before she truly realize she’d done it “I could have thy neck severed” she said screamed at him. “You are nothing” she confirmed. “My country wishes to see me marry and I cherish thy countries cares” she told him spitefully. Who were she joking, she wouldn’t marry anyone, she probably wouldn’t even marry him if she could. She was never into pleasing people based on what they thought contributed to the great works of a King or Queen, but rather what they knew. He father married many yet he was still a horrible ruler. Marriage didn’t define anything to her, it never would. Standing her ground as she always did never came easy with him, at some point she’d always crack. She dropped her head without another word, tears cascading down. After all, she was a woman, a very emotional yet equally as jealous, woman.
Robert did not move as she screamed her disapproval to the hall. Even as all within ear shot. Hazel, the rest of the ladies in waiting, Dukes and Earls a like scattered like ants from a kicked ant hill. He stayed, continuing to kneel at her feet. She would banish him again if he pressed to hard, but what was he to do. King, nor prince was he. So he was left to be that which he was born, a man. A man who reached for the heavens. Whom dared to touch the sun, and would gladly lose a hand to behold it, if even for a moment.
As everyone removed themselves, leaving her sight she lowered herself back into her seat. There he was still at her feet, it was a sight she hated to see but it was rightfully done, at her feet is where he should be. “Traitor like the men whose name you carry” she said looking down at him. “Twas not your actions the burden of your last banishing?” she asked him. “I take thee upon my bosom and show thy loyalty yet you repay me by treating me like the feeble mares you tame to your will?” she asked him angrily. “I am a woman Robin” she said as she rested her hand upon her head “thee heart and will of a man but a woman born” she told him. “I feel Robin” she told him.
Hazel eyes shift, painting the floor with a deep seeded worry. The Queen had summoned her but then left her to remain bowed far past what was considered, appropriate. Her faces burned, and chest heaved she new this Queen’s anger had been awaken but why? The question began and she was no longer unaware of her crimes. Hazel quivered shaking her bowed head, ‘no’ against the hard cold floor. “No your highness,” she blurted unable to give her responds fully before another question was hurled at her. Tears ran down her rosy cheeks as she pleaded on, scooting close enough to grab the feet of the queen. She jumped, startled by the book hitting the ground, but kept her back bent, ‘Please don’t send me away from your sight.”
Robert continued a pleasant conversation with the Duke of Windsor. “Your tongue is to swift for my feeble mind to comprehend your amalgamations.” He chuckled looking towards the queen. There on the floor, bowed before the queen was Hazel. Margery begun to draw the attentions of the hall as her tightly bond anger uncoiled. Robert’s face flushed as the insults rained down. They were meant for the girl but nicked his countenance in the process.
Robert started across the chamber boots thumping loudly in the quiet hall, moving toward the furious queen. “Is it not my virtue so brightly stain by accepting a pitying glance from one so fair. I beg thee, take my own neck to bend at your will and pardon this youth. For I am as your wisdom dictated… An old, fool, with little and less to offer any in this hall.’ He opened his arms baring his chest. "Unless it be my wicked tongue… He eyes glinted, let the words linger in the air, eyes fixed on the queen. “To spin useless tales. Or my decrepit legs,” he bend at her feet, “Only useful in training the queens mares..” He bent lower with each word. “Pity her for she knows not my heart. Who rules this old ragged flesh. And that you in your wisdom are trying to protect that owner.”
Margery looked to the pathetic girl begging and wailing at her feet, if she wailed every time she desired she’d have no time to rule the country. Tears bothered her none, not in the least bit. The life she lived had been a challenging one and not many tears were shed in the wake. She just watched the girl as she stood there, she had no sympathy and no other words to offer. “Leave me” she told her coldly. She didn’t want the girl in her sight. As Robin surfaced to lay his pleading case on her she squinted at him, as if to work hand and hand with the young girl to spite her. Her nostrils flared, as her chest heaved and she balled her fist tightly at her side as she continued to watch him bend to her will. “Leave me” she said again and this time her booming voice was projected at everyone in the room but him. “Get out of my sight” she screamed at the women as she stared at him with fire in her eyes. As they scurried away, despite herself she wouldn’t fold, these were the things that got him banished and she wouldn’t hesitate to banish him once more. How could he protest to love no other but her, yet have a wife and several onlookers ready to kiss his very feet.
Robert made his way around the hall, a hello there, a bow here. Pretenses. The Queens chastity must be guarded, even from the rumor mill. Rumors of bedroom antics given to much merit could dethrone her as easy as her death. He groaned annoyed with the ever present eyes of Hazel. She was so openly enamored with him, and outwardly pretty. He couldn’t just spurn her advances. He stared openly at her, braking his gaze when in conversation but always returning to her face with a smile or a nod.
Hazel’s porcelain fingers covered her cherry lips hiding a giggle. The lively chatter all around her focused on one thing. The entire court did actually. The return of the of Earl Leicester. Her laughter was a ruse, however. She split her attentions between casually eyeing the Earl and waiting for the queen to summon her. She started as the queen’s voice finally cut through the hall. White hand moving to her stomach, she floated forward. Once at the royal’s feet, she bend herself, lowering her head as to not meet the queens eyes, “Your Majesty?”
Margery’s eyes moved back to her book, and she read a few words off the page as the girl moved towards her. When she bowed respectfully and addressed her as such, the woman continued to read her book for a moment. Her eyes never left the page even as she said “the Earl of Leicester...” raising the book a bit to block her view of the man she wished so badly to banish once again. He woke things within her yet sucked the very life from her all at the same time. She hated him, yet loved him so dearly. Sometimes love exceeding hate but more often than not hate exceeding love these days. “He be but a dream to you?” she asked the girl looking up at her. “The perfect prince whom charmed thee away from thy chambers where thee was sought to honor thy beckoning call? Though he be nothing of the sorts. Prince nor King, nor will he ever be” she asked her, she tried her best not to seem so upset she had no right to be. However, she was. You could feel the heat fuming from her skin if you were to touch her she’d burn you easily. “You stupid girl” she said barked “he but a man, a family man, whoms wife stops at nothing to wail for just a glance upon his face while he away, honoring his country for thy name. Do thee wish to kiss a man, whom does not belong to thee?” she asked her. “Do you? Do you wish to, be caressed by his rough hands to feel alive again?” she asked her feverishly. The room was as quiet as a mouse, pairs of eyes glued to her brown face that was ever the shade of cherry, her hand was clutching the book so tightly she’d torn a page in the process of her rage. “Thy twinkling eyes say touch my pale dull lifeless skin” she edged “touch my frail little useless body” she snapped tossing the book to the ground as she stood before her.
Looking to her ladies in waiting, Margery eyes flickered lightly at one. She gripped the book in her hand tightly as she continued to glare at the woman. She thought to herself for a very long time, eyes never leaving her, the girl who enraged her so with just the slightest action had to be dealt with. She was fond of Robin, Margery could see it with every twinkle in her eyes when he passed, and every attentive attempt she made to straighten out her gown, or to fluff her hair. It made her skin boil from the inside out, how dare she be so careless with her feelings. Though Margery supposed, Robin was not hers, and their secret love affair was just that, a secret. “Hazel” she said lowly as she peered into the girl still.
Are we as readers, going to find out why the Queen exiled Robert?
out of character.
Hi Doll. Yes you will find out very soon why she banished him this time. Out of context you can imply she has done it before in the past. However, this present banishing will be explained fairly soon. It’s quite funny actually, it really doesn’t take much, and that you’ll see in the future lol.
INVOLVED: Queen Margery & Earl of Leicester.
TIME FRAME: 1600s.
LOCATION: Royal Palace; Greenwich, England.
NOTES: Margery awaits the return of her beloved Earl, the rekindled relationship sparks the indulgence of two souls.
Margery sat before her councilmen, after hearing the same topic repeatedly you tend not to listen nor care an ounce when it is brought up again. Her hand moved to the crown that leaned ever so slightly on her head, she’d been leaning to one side hands splayed against the table's top as she listened on absentmindedly. Her focus was past Secretary of State as he spoke, she was gazing upon the green pastures through the window behind his head of hair. She blinked slowly adjusting her crown, however her eyes never left the green grounds even as her hand moved back down to the table and rested there. She inhaled slowly, her stomach was churning in disagreement to whatever she had consumed that morning. She tugged at the collar of her exquisite gown, she felt like she was being burned alive in the clothing she wore and she hadn’t known why.
“Your highness?” Cecil said as he stopped rambling on. “Your highness?” he asked again a bit of worry in his voice as he watched her, she hadn’t made a sound since she was escorted in and it was so unlike her not to give even the smallest bit of commentary to what the council pulled her into the meeting for. “Your majesty…” he breathed softly looking to her with worry “has thee fallen ill?” he asked her curiously.
Margery barely heard a word she was so engrossed with the garden right in her line of vision. There was a lot on her mind of course how could there not be? She was the Queen, her whole existence revolved around her constantly having to think and make decisions rather for herself or others. However, this matter had nothing to do with the nation, it was much deeper than that. As she heard finally, Cecil ask her if she were ill she snapped out of her on self-induced trance and she looked to the man. “Brought to council, men” she stopped short. “Men who find me no spring chicken” she said wittily. “Men, who stop at nothing to see me marry” she breathed out slowly. “That makes me very ill. Twas it not you Lord Chancellor that waited until you were merely forty-six in age to marry someone that could have been your daughter?” she asked looking to him. “Chickens aren’t for springing, they are eating gentlemen. And we all know your royal highness loves a great feast” she said with a smirk.
Robert’s hand idly pulled at his neck, there was good lace there, his best in fact. A man needed a bit of lace about him. A lot if he meant to make a good impression. He slid his hand down to the clasp holding the ornate velvet cloak in place. In one flourishing motion, he removed the garment, twirling it a bit, until it came to rest over his arm. It was a bit of a nuance there but it left his sword exposed. Even here people needed to be reminded he was no easy meat. The brisk pace he set through the halls of the castle brought many eyes his way. ‘Let them stare.’ He had been far too long from these gilded halls from her side. Two things he sought to rectify, forthwith. He slowed his pace as he approached the chamber doors and his face broke into a wiry smile as he heard her address the hall. There would be no quiet reentry for Robert. He threw the doors of the chamber open, eyes falling directly on the one he sought so feverishly. “Wise and perfect words spoken by our most high sovereign” he announced, working his way towards the head of the table. “I wonder now who is truly the hen and who the rooster in this room.” Finally, at his queen’s feet he bowed low making a perfect leg. “Majesty.”
Cecil looked to the Queen again, her response sadden him greatly she could truly be stubborn when she wanted to be. He didn’t quite understand her fight against the things she knew had to be done, to ensure the wellbeing of their kingdom. At her witty remark, me looked at his quill and sighed softly, he wouldn’t have a successful day pressuring her again he foresaw. However, as the large wooden doors shutting them off from the outside World flung open in a haste he looked up to see the one person he hardly ever liked to see around the palace. He was a nuisance and a distraction to the most high. He bothered him so, but he had no true authority over his presence. “Earl of Leicester” he said in a gruff voice. “Pleasantries; who summon thee? On account that the council can handle the likes of the Kingdom despite the absence of thee...” he said giving the man a knowing look.
Margery looked to Cecil, before she daintily rested her head on the back of her hand, elbow pressed into the table she blinked, uninterested expressions gracing her face as she did. Upon the arrival of the man she daydreamed about she looked back, pleased to see him again in her graces. She hardly could contain the happiness as it wrote itself all over her face. Pale face, peachy toned it turned. Dull eyes, now bright and glowing hazelnut just for him. And suddenly like magic, her stomach no longer pained her instead butterflies twirled in delight of him. It was a breath of fresh air. As he knelt she smiled at him graciously “I” she responded back to Cecil as she raised her hand silencing anyone else before they could talk and annoy her further by ruining this moment for her, him, them both. Hand raised, her eyes were fixed on him and she raised his head with her other small hand, she wanted to look into the emerald eyes that reminded her so much of her gardens. The emerald eyes she gazed upon from across the room, from this very table, from above her in her chambers as he hoovered her at night for a kiss and other specialties she would never tell. “Earl” she breathed “at last, you grace thee with your valued presence” she said softly. “As if you felt the yearning of a wise man to sit before me, you appear” she said lovingly. “Welcome back Robin” she said with lust filled eyes.
The angry chatter that erupted in the room at Robert’s appearance only served to embolden him. He had been left with little in his life, and with is father’s disgraceful death, even less. He’d long since shrieked off the need to be loved by all, it was an appointment he would never receive. Yet, here before him, his eyes danced contemptuously over the only love that could or would ever sustain him. He only briefly entertained squat Cecil offering him the smallest of honors, “Lord Burghley.” he poured out, with exaggerated kindness. Robert smirked even in his bowed position when, with a syllable, the Queen brought any further trivial questions to an abrupt end. His body weakened at her simple touch, and he named himself fool for making such a spectacular entrance. His heart had ruled his feet hastening them and now bitterly other appendages showed him his error. To be not surrounded by the world., would have offered them a more personal reunion. Robert held her penetrating gaze, heat rising up his back. He took her hand and kissed the ring that decorated her fingers. “Is it not a servant desire to fulfil the request of his master, before the master knows of her own need? That I am what I am, your servant, Highest.” he said bowing low again. He needed a respite from her sweltering gaze. It would do no good to lose his wits here.
Her hand slowly lowered itself once she knew that the entire room knew very well what she wouldn’t allow on this day. Instead he grabbed it and kissed her ring, causing her eyes to roll shut from such a simple gesture. Maybe it was because in a more secretive place cut off from them all, it would have been her lips he graced and not her ring. As he began to talk she opened her eyes again, pulling herself out of her own thoughts “oh Robin” Margery chuckled affectionately as he gave her such kind words to hold on to. “Twas not a servant, I wrote. But a friend. Humbly, I graciously accept thee, for you waste not an ounce of time to return to me” she said resting her hand against her cleavage so delicately. “Lord Chancellor, I do believe my dear Cecil could use a companion on the right of him” she said gesturing him to rise and move from beside her. “My sweet Robin” she said standing to her feet for him, gesturing the taller man to stand “I could use you at mine” she said offering him a seat. “You’d be happy to give your thoughts on my courtship?” she said knowingly. “Maybe you can scowl these fools into accepting that their Queen is married to ENGLAND” she said ferociously as she stood before them. “Aren’t I enough woman and man for you?” she asked the men in the room as she leaned against the table, gazing at them. “Much work to be done, tis only the matter of who I bed and wed is gossiped here” she said rolling her eyes before she walked around the table slowly, her hands at her side. She stopped at a window and gazed at her beautiful gardens. “I shall not marry” she told them as she sighed heavily pulling herself from the window. “Tell them Robin” she added as she rounded his side of the table and moved to plop herself back down before them.
Robert eyes rose to meet hers. How do you love a word, yet despise it completely? Friend. This inner sanctum of her closes advisers, men who have pledged their life to her and yet even here the barest minimum could be called themselves friend. For that he bore the title as a medal of honor. However, it did him also a disservice. Friend mocked him as it would never be enough. Never hold the depth of completion that truly existed between them. But as it was so uttered here from her succulent lips his hand clutched his heart whispering her title breathily, "Majesty." He rose to his fullest height, dangerously close to the queen's person, his jaw clenched as he breathed her in, holding her gaze as he moved. He circled her and moved to his appoint space, while being ran through by deadly glares of contempt. He settled himself and met each man's gaze, a small smirk at the corner of his mouth. How her word ripped through them all, showing them to be the fools they were. He held off his smile, as to not corrupt the seriousness of her words. He tapped his finger on the tabletop, face that of a stern taskmaster. "Our monarchy has been plagued by marriages that have done little to nothing to truly serve the people of England. Why then would we seek to shackle our sovereign so? She has pledge her love and heart to our country solely. Can any other sovereign claim such? Nay... I implore you gentlemen, do your duties and love our country half as well. And be on about the true matters of state."
Cecil looked to the Earl, the disdain he shared for the man came with much purpose behind it. It was amusing watching the two most days, to see him like a lost puppy bowing and following her every word was comical. He was never a man with a mind of his own, and he wondered if the Earl had known. “Idle gossip does not concern the throne. Hath we not all bore witness to the King’s and Queen’s before thee not securing a marriage, and an heir, that lead to the Kingdom falling upon wrongful hands?” he argued back his hand gesturing to Margery, his voice raised which is something it hardly did. But he was upset now, his whole purpose for pressuring this very thing was constantly dismissed without even pondering. “We need an heir” he argued “to secure the Nation!” he told them all.
Margery looked to Cecil, she gazed upon him “I bow to no man Lord Cecil” she said lowly as she continued to gaze upon him. She never took to people raising their voices at her, quite frankly it made her a very vengeful woman when someone challenged her superiority. “A table separates, I from thee. But thou shalt not forget my wrath” she warned him. “A tongue so vicious as such shall be made silent” she told him as she moved to stand up from the chair. She walked away from the men “Earl of Leicester” she breathed looking over her shoulder. “Shall we talk amongst each other in my chambers?” she asked him “reacquaintance?” she told him as she moved to exit.
Robert loved to see Cecil become flustered, the outward disdain they had for one another was quite odd. Margery had chosen them both, appointing them to their positions. But how different the were in every conceivable way. Robert was a sports man, fond of wars and horse. Cecil, on the other hand, a lover of books. That alone shouldn't have separated them, on the contrary their bond should have been tighter for it. He dismissed the man, the Queen had spoken. Thus, the matter was closed. He past only half uninterested gazes on Cecil as he blew himself into a tizzy. “The hands of our Highest are most capable, let the matter of heirs be left to our sovereign as it is her actual burden to bare.” He wanted an heir for the country, for that matter he wanted Margery married. But not to a foreign dignitary. No man could love her better than he, as such no other man would ever be worth of her. Robert moved to his feet as he queen stood, he watched as she exited the room. Mind to follow even if he was not requested. Blessedly this was not to be the case, he inclined his head, at her request and wordlessly followed her from the hall.
“They’d see to it I marry a horse, if a horse and I could conceive a King” Margery said as she moved down the long hallway. “Robin” she said looking back to him “do you find me, unreasonable?” she asked him seriously. She knew she could be a hard ass at times and a bit uptight, however she would have thought by now that her council understood the importance, of pleasing her people, came first. She watched many marriages come and go, the likes of which never amused her. “You are a married man Robin” she said honestly to him, for he was she herself should know. She attended the longtime friend’s wedding herself. “Does marriage, appease you so?” she said a bit of a smirk on her face, she was toying with him. For heaven sakes if his married bed was well suited for him than he’d not have a reason to lay in hers. But he did, often. She licked her lips looking to him again. “Is she but a dream?” she breathed “or a dreary nightmare?” she questioned stopping short as she gazed up at him in the partially empty halls.
“Oh, I don’t know.” Robert mused walking at her side only a step behind. “They worry over your legacy and theirs. Their purses may be a sight less stout if they couldn’t oversee your successor.” He answered honestly. “Never.” He said easily. She had long since sworn off marriage, and he often wondered how truthful she was being as child. “You deserve some peace in the matter. They have cloaked your marriage suggestions since your coronation. They shall not force you to marry, so it is unreasonable for them to continue to harp on a dead topic.” Robert listened to her games, as continued there trek up the hall towards her rooms. He looked everywhere and nowhere then back to her, green eyes flashing. “You know me well my queen.” He said advancing on her person. “But you also know that my heart’s first love will always be England.” He finished close enough to feel her breath on his face.
“Hm” Margery said as she looked to the tall man judgingly, “funny I thought she were but a dark haired blue eyed ordinary towns woman” she said insultingly as she moved to walk once more. She licked her full lips reaching the large doors to her wing, they opened for her as she moved inside she looked to the ladies-in-waiting and looked to him. “Go” she said shooing them all off sternly, yet sweetly. She closed the doors behind them and she looked to him again. “At last alone” she said as she moved to sit down.
Robert's face was impassive as she openly insulted his wife. At once the quips might have angered him, but that time was past. His soul lay in front of him and if she wished to pummel him with insults to show her disdain, for the woman who had laid her claim to him. Good. The better for him, maybe she’d drop this pretense and claim him out right. He groaned and fell back into step with her. Entering her wing, he nodded admiringly at her ladies but kept his eyes fixed on her as they exited the room. Her heels clicked as she swept across the cobbled floors marking time til the chamber doors were closed behind them. “I’ve missed you.” He said lacking any flowery pretense and impregnated with true rich emotion.
Margery looked to him, like a little school girl she blushed at his words. They were simple but they meant a lot more than he’d imagine. “So, have I” she agreed as she looked back up, hiding her smile behind a bitten lip. “I dread you being far” she confessed as she crumbled beneath his glare, somehow, he made her do that. She began to fidget with her hands as she stood before him, wanting nothing more than to kiss him and be kissed. “I’ve been so alone Robin” she said quietly. She hated the fact that he wasn’t hers but she knew she had no right to be, she kept him away from his home far more for payback and then some. Plus, it was selfish of her, his wife probably didn’t deserve the toying she had on the man’s heart but she couldn’t help who she loved.
There was a time he might have believed her but now… She, in her anger, had exiled him. And for so long. Maybe her love had dwindled? Except the mirth in her voice and the heat in her eyes said different. He took measured steps across the floor, until he was level with her. His emerald eyes, piercing deep into her being. He could ask now to make it sound like a demand that she never send him away again. It was a fleeting thought as he brought his hand up brushing her face softly. “As have I. There is no other that touches…” His fingers slipped over her plump lips, remarking his territory. “The way you do.” He said eye going from her lips back to her eyes.
Looking at him as his hands moved in to touch her velvety skin, it warmed to his touch and it flashed a bright shade of red once more. Margery cheeks creased as she said, “a kiss upon my lips would be greatly cherished” to Robert as she gazed upon him, hers eyes piercing his. He wouldn’t do so without her permission that she knew, overstepping her wasn’t much of an option. Plus, she knew he would test the waters dangerously close before actually making any attempts, after having been sent away she couldn’t imagine him acting any other way.
Robert drew in a deep shaky breath. He’d been craving her lips since he he’d been sent away and now he gladly gave into her wishes. He gathered her in his arms, still holding her warm gaze with his eyes. “Would it?” He breathed close to her lips. “How can I be sure? A woman of your stature has only to take what she desires.” He quipped eyebrow raised.
Margery blinked slowly as he wrapped his arms around causing her to stand again delicately and gaze back into his eyes. “I would” she replied simply, she was straight to the point avoiding his antics.
Robert eyed only her lips as he spoke her short responds. The game was up, she’d won. She always would. The feel of her in his arms, so perfect, she had bent him to her will as it ever would. He closed the space between them claiming her full lips as his own. Even if that ownership was a fleeting hope. He kissed her with deliberants, a hunger that only long night apart could create.
A smirk graced her lips just as he kissed them, her eyes closed slowly basking in the feel of connecting with a dear friend. Margery tilted her head a bit, inhaling through her nose slowly as her hands moved to wrap around his body as well, the feel swelling her heart 10 times its current size. A strong willed and head strong woman currently melting like butter under his warmth and love.
She was alive in Robert’s arms, warm and soft against his hard angles. Again, permission must be requested, at least this last time for formality. He licked across her bottom lip tasting her sweet skin, as he asked for permission to deepen the kiss.
Margery opened her eyes slightly as the Earl simply swiped his tongue against her lip. She closed her eyes again and opened her mouth to him as he requested to deepen the kiss a little more. A soft moan leaving the back of her throat as she hugged him a little closer.
Robert’s tongue moved between the part of her lips. Eagerness had taken control over any finesse he had. His eyes flickered open. He needed to know this was real. That he was back where he believed he belong. One pass of tongue brushing against hers. Taste, confirming the knowledge his eyes and arms already possessed. But this was deeper, his very being exhaled relief. He rolled over her muscle again, drawing it into his mouth, gentling suckling at her flavor.
Margery body began to tingle all over the longer and the deeper they kissed, he had ignited something in her long ago. And though at times the flames burned out, she hated him so, some way or another the yearning crept up inside her and the smoke never seemed to clear. So, he’d end up right back in her arms, in the room, kissing her dear. She inhaled through her nose a little more, it was impossible to get in closer than they were right now, but she felt she melted into him. Fused as one. She pulled away as her lungs burn with the desire to be filled with air. “I loveth thee” she told him, with bright eyes hoping for nothing more than to hear him say it back.
“You are my heart’s beat. My very soul’s compass. To say I love you would be almost a lie, for it weakness and triviality. You love a friend. You love family. You love your pets. It pains me that no poet has penned words sweet enough for you.” Robert walked her back across the room, eyes blazing a hole into hers. He moved down the layers of royal dress. It would have been impossible to remove them all so he did the next best thing. “I do not have the words, yet if we focus on mean alone. Love is, by its truest design, action.” He ducked under her skirt. His rough hands caressing her overly pampered skin. He worshiped her leg, inching up toward the v of her thighs. As he tried to make his action prove what his words had failed to accomplish.
I do hope this letter gets to you safely. It was brought to my attention in the midst of your absence that I must marry to ensure my Kingdom has an heir to my throne. The decision to do so has brought grave sickness upon me. I have never fought my council tooth and nails as I have these past days. I can’t seem to make a decision and the decision making has become harder with the lack of my trustworthy, faithful, and most dear friend.
On the horizon, there is a war to be proclaimed and I haven’t a mere clue as to where I stand in it all. I never particularly realized how much easier it is to ponder the request of my council when I am in the presence of you. I am summonsing you back to my Kingdom, back to the place where you belong my dear friend. There is work to be done, and it only stands the chance of being completed when you are near.
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