I feel like the world is going mad and I'm going mad with it... Tudors AUs are my safety net when I'm like this, so have another chapter.
Woodstock, July 1523
The doors of Marie’s apartments crashed open and Henry stormed in, face black with fury. He brandished a letter at Marie.
“Your sister!” he growled, clearly too irate to say any more.
“What’s she done now?” Marie sighed, rising to pick up the letter as Henry threw it down in front of her.
“Not only has she fled to that boasting cockerel’s Court, but she’s had the gall to name her daughter after his spoilt minx of a sister. And name her godmother!”
“I see,” Marie murmured, not sure what else to say. Henry glowered at her.
“Do you not have more to say, Madam? Do you not wish to condemn her for her actions? God, I could almost have her branded a traitor for leaving the country without my say-so! What if we'd needed Lord Percy in the north to contain the Scots? Their flight would be dereliction of duty and desertion! I could have him hanged for less!"
“What do you want me to say, My Lord? While I of course sympathise with you, for Lord and Lady Percy should never have left England without Your Majesty’s permission, Lady Percy is my younger sister. Surely, even in your anger, you can see that it is only natural that I should be delighted to hear that she has been delivered of a healthy baby girl?”
Her voice was cool, but had a definite edge to it. Henry stared at her, jaw set as hard as stone.
“I could wish you were an only child, Madam. Perhaps then I might finally have a hope of commanding your full loyalty!”
Words ringing in the air, having been spat out between gritted teeth, she spun on his heel and stalked out of the room.
On his way back to his own rooms, he was hailed by Honour.
“Sire? Might I have a word?”
“Honour, my own emerald!” he cried, throwing an arm out sweep her in towards him, “Walk with me!”
He swept her hair aside and kissed the back of her neck, “You’re beautiful,” he breathed, “I’m so glad you’ve got no family to take advantage of your relationship with me. You’re as honest as the sun, you do know that, don’t you?”
“I thank Your Majesty for the compliment. I can only hope that you will still find me so pleasing when I am the size of a Leviathan or when I have a tempestuous babe squalling at my breast.”
As she expected, her words stopped the King in his tracks.
“Are you telling me you’re with child?” he gasped, spinning around to face her.
She nodded, “Due in November, Sire.”
“November? But then you must be four months at least. Why didn’t you say anything earlier?”
“I’ve heard that the first three months are the most dangerous. I didn’t want to raise Your Majesty’s hopes too early in case anything went wrong.”
“All the more reason for me to ensure that the greatest care is taken of you!” he exclaimed, “I’ll send you away to York Place. You can rest there and Wolsey will look after you. He may not approve of our relationship, but he’ll cherish you for my sake.”
He kissed her forehead and squeezed her shoulder, hard and warm.
Honour nodded, knowing it was no use arguing, “Might I have a companion or two in York Place, My Lord?”
“Of course,” he chuckled indulgently, “You’re the mother of my child. I’d not have you bored.”
Contented, Honour nodded again and rested her head on his chest. He slipped his arm around her and the two of them stood together, silently bonded by the child growing in Honour’s belly.