Vanilla 7, Chocolate 15, Pistachio 6, Flavor of the Day
Author: lady_leia_solo
Challenge: Vanilla 7: holiday, Chocolate 15: passion, Pistachio 6: reward, Flavor of the Day: numen
Toppings: Butterscotch (1117 AW)
Rating: PG- 13 for implied sex
Word Count: 532
Story: The Mondian Chronicles
Summary: Henri and Therese reconnet.
Notes: Ambrosius is a holiday in this verse that celebrates the Holy Mother's (Ambroise) supposed birthdate.
Therese didn’t know what had happened with the King. Maybe Imelda had pushed the King back towards Therese or maybe Henri was tired of waiting for Anna? But in the month of Frodimes, Henri shared her bed.
He came to her one night. Therese was up reading by the candlelight and her ladies were in their rooms. There was a knock at the door and then his voice.
“Therese, are you awake?”
She jumped out of the bed and walked quickly to the wooden door. She opened it. Henri stood there in his white shift.
“May I come inside?”
“Of course,” Therese said stepping back and letting him in. He came inside and Therese shut the door behind him.
“You’ve redecorated,” He said looking around the burnt orange rug and coverlets.
Therese blushed. “Well I thought it was time.”
Henri smiled and beckoned her to him. “You are a Ibonian princesses through and through, aren’t you?”
Therese went into his arms. It felt so good being held by him again. It felt like home.
“I am a Mondian Queen first though,” Therese said looking into his light blue eyes. She could see herself in them and she could see the passion in his eyes.
“I have missed your warmth Therese,” Henri said gruffly. He ran his hands through her red curls. “And I’ve missed the sight of your fiery curls on my pillow.”
Therese shivered. No other men, but him could make her feel this way.
“I’ve missed you too, husband.”
Their mouths met and their tongues danced. It seemed like yesterday that young Henri had taken her to his bed and they had made Jon Michel. Nothing else mattered, not his mistresses, not the many miscarriages and stillbirths. All that mattered was this.
“Take me to bed, husband.”
Henri swept her into his arms and placed her on the huge bed. He pulled off his shift and stood and looked down at her.
“As you wish wife,” he said blowing out the candle.
***
Ambrosius preparations were in full swing in the palace. Everyone was excited to celebrate the holiday with spiced wine and honey turkey.
“I hope it snows for Ambrosius,” Marie said to her mother.
Therese smiled and patted her daughter’s dark head. Suddenly she felt sick and rushed to the basin in the corner.
Her ladies and young Marie came up behind the Queen.
“Mama, are you alright?” Marie asked worriedly.
Therese finished retching into the basin and wiped her mouth on a kerchief.
“Yes dear, I must have overeaten or something.”
“You never overeat,” Marceline said looking her suspiciously.
Therese looked her friend. “Then what could it be?”
Marceline clicked her tongue. “Perhaps there is an heir growing in your belly?”
Therese started to laugh. “That’s not possible. The King and I haven’t shared a bed since…since…”
Marceline got a knowing look in her eye and the truth finally dawned on Therese.
Therese bent her head and whispered something.
“Your Majesty?” Marceline said.
“The Holy Mother has truly blessed me,” Therese cried tears running down her cheeks. “She’s given me another chance.”
Marceline smiled. It looked like there would be another reason to rejoice during the holidays.
Challenge: Vanilla 7: holiday, Chocolate 15: passion, Pistachio 6: reward, Flavor of the Day: numen
Toppings: Butterscotch (1117 AW)
Rating: PG- 13 for implied sex
Word Count: 532
Story: The Mondian Chronicles
Summary: Henri and Therese reconnet.
Notes: Ambrosius is a holiday in this verse that celebrates the Holy Mother's (Ambroise) supposed birthdate.
Therese didn’t know what had happened with the King. Maybe Imelda had pushed the King back towards Therese or maybe Henri was tired of waiting for Anna? But in the month of Frodimes, Henri shared her bed.
He came to her one night. Therese was up reading by the candlelight and her ladies were in their rooms. There was a knock at the door and then his voice.
“Therese, are you awake?”
She jumped out of the bed and walked quickly to the wooden door. She opened it. Henri stood there in his white shift.
“May I come inside?”
“Of course,” Therese said stepping back and letting him in. He came inside and Therese shut the door behind him.
“You’ve redecorated,” He said looking around the burnt orange rug and coverlets.
Therese blushed. “Well I thought it was time.”
Henri smiled and beckoned her to him. “You are a Ibonian princesses through and through, aren’t you?”
Therese went into his arms. It felt so good being held by him again. It felt like home.
“I am a Mondian Queen first though,” Therese said looking into his light blue eyes. She could see herself in them and she could see the passion in his eyes.
“I have missed your warmth Therese,” Henri said gruffly. He ran his hands through her red curls. “And I’ve missed the sight of your fiery curls on my pillow.”
Therese shivered. No other men, but him could make her feel this way.
“I’ve missed you too, husband.”
Their mouths met and their tongues danced. It seemed like yesterday that young Henri had taken her to his bed and they had made Jon Michel. Nothing else mattered, not his mistresses, not the many miscarriages and stillbirths. All that mattered was this.
“Take me to bed, husband.”
Henri swept her into his arms and placed her on the huge bed. He pulled off his shift and stood and looked down at her.
“As you wish wife,” he said blowing out the candle.
***
Ambrosius preparations were in full swing in the palace. Everyone was excited to celebrate the holiday with spiced wine and honey turkey.
“I hope it snows for Ambrosius,” Marie said to her mother.
Therese smiled and patted her daughter’s dark head. Suddenly she felt sick and rushed to the basin in the corner.
Her ladies and young Marie came up behind the Queen.
“Mama, are you alright?” Marie asked worriedly.
Therese finished retching into the basin and wiped her mouth on a kerchief.
“Yes dear, I must have overeaten or something.”
“You never overeat,” Marceline said looking her suspiciously.
Therese looked her friend. “Then what could it be?”
Marceline clicked her tongue. “Perhaps there is an heir growing in your belly?”
Therese started to laugh. “That’s not possible. The King and I haven’t shared a bed since…since…”
Marceline got a knowing look in her eye and the truth finally dawned on Therese.
Therese bent her head and whispered something.
“Your Majesty?” Marceline said.
“The Holy Mother has truly blessed me,” Therese cried tears running down her cheeks. “She’s given me another chance.”
Marceline smiled. It looked like there would be another reason to rejoice during the holidays.