Chapter Fourteen

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A FEW DAYS LATER

Sitting quietly near the corner of the library, I held the base of my teacup close to my chest as I watched the horsemen from the window wander with the horses. Noelle, who was being taken cared for my Sir Arthur neighed loudly before being given food by another servant nearby.

"Would you like more tea, Your grace?" Ursula asked.

"Yes, please..."

"Charlotte?" I called out.

"Yes?"

"Have there been any news regarding the rebels?" I whispered as she stood on my right side.

"Sir Arthur has been sending word on other matters but not a single word involving the rebels." She added.

Nodding my head, I returned to sipping my tea and watching the other ladies in the room read or sew near a window or in groups.

Setting the cup aside, I grabbed one of the books on the table in front of them and started to flip through the pages when I hear the main doors to the library open.

"Your Majesty."

Looking up from the book, Henry strides in confidently while holding the sword he carried at his side. 

"Katherine." He whispered as he bowed.

Rising up from my chair, I hand Ursula the book and moved over to the open area of the library.

"Your Grace." I bowed.

"How are you feeling?" I added, seeing as there was a look of euphoria on his face.

"...better. Thank you."

"Let's take a look shall we?"

Walking closer to him, his hands head immediately towards the buckled of his trousers and his eyes darted behind me at the ladies in the room.

"Excuse us," I ordered, turning my head behind my shoulder.

Waiting for them to leave, the guards do as well. The quiet atmosphere between didn't last long as Henry scoffed off the idea of me checking on his wound in front of the servants.

"What?" I asked.

"You can't order a King like that, not in front of his servants."

"Last time I checked, you were in need of my help. I assume the paste worked, didn't it?" I asked, furrowing my brows with curiosity.

Clenching his jaw shut, the small defined muscles on the side of his cheeks popped out softly before relaxed.

"You act as if I've never seen a cock before? I hope you didn't forget how we got in this situation." I hissed, placing my hand on my stomach.

"Pull down your pants, Henry," I ordered, standing in front of him as he faced the window.

Looking the other way, he starts to cautiously untie his trousers, loosening them from his waist before letting them fall around his ankles.

"There...was that so hard?"

Tilting my head over to the side, I reached over for his shirt, when his hands immediately grabbed my wrists."

"What?" I asked.

"...I...never mind." He snarled, letting his hands fall to his sides.

Reaching for the shirt, I gazed at the pale ulcer that had now been healed partially, leaving a few tender places around the wound.

"So?" He sighed.

"...It's healed nicely." 

Dropping the end of his shirt, I turned the other way and headed straight for the tea cart near where I was sitting before when I noticed Henry's trousers still sitting around his ankles.

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