"Tudor Scandals"
Title: “Tudor Scandals”
Author: Trinity
Fandom: The Tudors
Pairing: Anne Boleyn & Thomas Cromwell
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Anne Boleyn is not new to being the subject of scandal, after all, it’s scandal that made her England’s Queen… but now, she’s risking her head…for her Master Secretary.
When Thomas Cromwell, Master Secretary and High Chancellor to Henry VIII, England’s King, entered his private quarters, he had been hoping for a quiet evening to clear his mind of the latest court dealings and the troubling fact that Henry was growing bored with Anne Boleyn and her seeming inability to bear him a son (something Thomas believed was not her fault). However, it seemed that God had other plans for him tonight.
“You’re late.” A soft, sensual voice murmured as he shut the door to his chambers. “I’ve been waiting.”
Thomas almost dropped the portfolio of papers he was carrying at the sound of that voice. Slowly, he came down the steps into his main bedchamber and found a fire already crackling in the fireplace. He put his papers down on a nearby table and slowly made his way towards his bed, which was surrounded by a black curtain.
He slowly pulled back the black curtain and his jaw almost hit the stone floor.
“Hello, Master Cromwell.” Anne Boleyn’s sensual voice greeted him. “I was wondering when his Majesty would stop monopolizing your time.”
It wasn’t so much her voice that made his mouth water, as it was the sight that greeted him when he saw her. Anne was reclining on his bed, surrounded by black silk, the dark color making her white skin stand out and accenting every curve and dip of her voluptuous body. Her long brown hair surrounded her face and from the looks of things…she wasn’t wearing much.
Except, for some reason, she was wearing something: his golden chains of office… the same chains that signaled that he was a member of the Privy Council. She smiled at him as he slowly drank her in, his blue eyes wide with shock.
“Master Cromwell, if it weren’t for the fact that I am already naked, I would swear that you are undressing me with your eyes.” Anne teased, a smile making her appear more radiant than usual.
“Your majesty…” He seemed to come back to himself and he bowed. “To what do I owe this honor?”
“Boredom. I am still not with child and the King has not come to my bed and so, I have grown lonely for you.” Thomas, as well as her young daughter, Elizabeth, was one of the few bright spots in what was rapidly becoming a very sad, lonely existence. “So, while his Majesty’s away…. I thought you and I could play.”
“It’s a scandal, your majesty,” Thomas’ mouth had gone dry at the very idea she was proposing.
At her next words, Thomas wasn’t about to turn her down.
“I know. Isn’t that what makes it fun?”
Author: Trinity
Fandom: The Tudors
Pairing: Anne Boleyn & Thomas Cromwell
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Anne Boleyn is not new to being the subject of scandal, after all, it’s scandal that made her England’s Queen… but now, she’s risking her head…for her Master Secretary.
When Thomas Cromwell, Master Secretary and High Chancellor to Henry VIII, England’s King, entered his private quarters, he had been hoping for a quiet evening to clear his mind of the latest court dealings and the troubling fact that Henry was growing bored with Anne Boleyn and her seeming inability to bear him a son (something Thomas believed was not her fault). However, it seemed that God had other plans for him tonight.
“You’re late.” A soft, sensual voice murmured as he shut the door to his chambers. “I’ve been waiting.”
Thomas almost dropped the portfolio of papers he was carrying at the sound of that voice. Slowly, he came down the steps into his main bedchamber and found a fire already crackling in the fireplace. He put his papers down on a nearby table and slowly made his way towards his bed, which was surrounded by a black curtain.
He slowly pulled back the black curtain and his jaw almost hit the stone floor.
“Hello, Master Cromwell.” Anne Boleyn’s sensual voice greeted him. “I was wondering when his Majesty would stop monopolizing your time.”
It wasn’t so much her voice that made his mouth water, as it was the sight that greeted him when he saw her. Anne was reclining on his bed, surrounded by black silk, the dark color making her white skin stand out and accenting every curve and dip of her voluptuous body. Her long brown hair surrounded her face and from the looks of things…she wasn’t wearing much.
Except, for some reason, she was wearing something: his golden chains of office… the same chains that signaled that he was a member of the Privy Council. She smiled at him as he slowly drank her in, his blue eyes wide with shock.
“Master Cromwell, if it weren’t for the fact that I am already naked, I would swear that you are undressing me with your eyes.” Anne teased, a smile making her appear more radiant than usual.
“Your majesty…” He seemed to come back to himself and he bowed. “To what do I owe this honor?”
“Boredom. I am still not with child and the King has not come to my bed and so, I have grown lonely for you.” Thomas, as well as her young daughter, Elizabeth, was one of the few bright spots in what was rapidly becoming a very sad, lonely existence. “So, while his Majesty’s away…. I thought you and I could play.”
“It’s a scandal, your majesty,” Thomas’ mouth had gone dry at the very idea she was proposing.
At her next words, Thomas wasn’t about to turn her down.
“I know. Isn’t that what makes it fun?”