ONE WEEK LATER
Entering my chambers to the sound of grunting and splash of the water echoing into the brass bathtub in the washroom. I had placed the book in my hands on the vanity as I closed the door behind me. With the curtains partially drawn and the bed covers replaced with clean ones, I quietly made my way to the panel when I see Rose hunched over in the bathtub.
"What are you doing?" I laughed, startling her.
"My God! Could you be any stealthier?"
"You're the one preparing a bath in the middle of the day?"
"It's not a bath, I'm cleaning it since the servants haven't done it already." She sighed tirelessly.
"Well, leave it. They'll come to it eventually..."
Watching her from the bed, she closed the door to the washroom bringing the empty bucket and rag with her.
"So, where have you been? You weren't in bed when Charlotte came to wake you?"
"I took a walk...I needed some air." I whispered.
"Have you spoken to Henry?"
"No...I haven't really seen him around...Charles tells me he's been busy with the war in France."
"Has Charles gotten tired of him yet, I feel as if he's always with him," Rose mumbled, sitting on the ottoman.
"Henry is like a brother to him...I think he's just gotten used to his moods."
"Have you gotten used to Edward's moods too?" She chuckled.
"You lack entertainment, don't you?"
"I'm just wondering...seeing as you've spent your time outside near the gazebo with him."
"Have you been spying on us?" I chuckled.
"I've come across you from time to time...mostly during breakfast. How is he?"
"How is he how?"
"How does he treat you? Does he give you gifts now, or send you notes-"
"We're not children, Rose. And I'd like to think that Edward knows me a little better than that." I nodded, removing my scarf around my shoulders.
"He probably does, but...you've never felt that kind of love before. The feeling that you get when you see him from afar or when you lose your words speaking to him..."
"You have high expectations of men, Rose."
"Fine...it still shouldn't stop you from expressing yourself." She smiled sincerely.
Hearing a knock come from the door, Rose strode over letting Edward into the room.
"Lady Rose."
"Sir Edward..."
"Your Majesty." Edward bowed to me.
Leaning on the bedpost, Rose and Edward looked at each other awkwardly while I signaled her to leave the room.
"I'll send a servant over for the washroom." She mumbled, closing the door.
"Is there a problem with the washroom?" Edward asked, walking further into the room.
"No...she's obsessing. Um, you wanted to talk?"
"Well...I wanted to stop by...to see you. Um, Henry called a meeting with the Privy Council."
"Ohh...what is the meeting about?" I asked.
"France...Henry wants to send over 250 soldiers, we're voting tonight before the feast."
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The Arranged Marriage (The Tudor's Series)
Fanfiction***MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY*** Following the divorce of his first wife, Catherine of Aragon, Henry VIII of England continues on his search for a new Queen. Enduring the hatred of his people that once screamed his name out of love and the orders from hi...
