Disney Harry Potter AU Indie RP

The drip drip of the rain from the castle roof lulled Colette into a state of numbness. It had been what felt like an eternity since she last spoke to Charles in the corridor. The rain that streaked the windowpane reminded her of the tears that she shed that day. Her heart twinged. What would come of her if the pain of love never gave way? Was she to live a life as a broken woman? What of her marriage to Francis? Would she ever learn to love him while still reeling from her heartbreak?

Her pending marriage. The thought made her whole being cringe. It was merely two weeks away and she wanted nothing to do with the preparations. Luckily, her parents handled most of the work for her. Even planning the arrival of Francis’ family was all her father’s doing.

The Count arrived with his very young and very beautiful second wife. The late Countess passed earlier that year and Francis’ father didn’t waste his time replacing her. The Count was a handsome man. It was no surprise that he would find such a beautiful wife even in his older years. It helped that he held a large fortune and estate to keep any woman happy. Both his good looks and fortune gave Colette a little bit of hope for her future with Francis. Even if she didn’t fall in love with him, she had something nice to look at and money to spend.

Then, just like that, it was the day of the wedding. Again, Colette found herself staring out the window wishing she could find the care to feel something other than apathy. The whole time her mother yammered on about how life was going to be once she was wed.

“And tonight, you will be expected to lay with Francis.” Colette stared at her mother with wide eyes. She didn’t want to have the conversation her mother was about to embark on. “Don’t look so scared. It isn’t all that bad. My wedding night was sweet and soft. Your father—”

“Please, mother, do not finish that statement.”

“What I am trying to tell you is that you have nothing to fear. It is what the Lord wants. Hopefully, the pair of you will have much better luck than your father and d I.” Colette’s brow quirked. “We love you dearly. You know that. It would’ve been much nicer if we were able to have you without all the heartbreak.”

“Thank you.” Colette pushed the words out with as much sincerity that she could muster. Although the snark behind it was probably detectable.

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The wedding night came, and Colette exhaled as she met Francis for the first time as his wife. His fingers gently tugged at the tie of her robe. They gently pushed the heavy fabric from her shoulders. The fabric hit the floor with a soft thud.

“You are so beautiful,” Francis whispered as his hands cupped her face.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

When his lips touched hers, Colette expected something more. She wanted to feel the fire she felt as the rain slammed against the stones as Charles finally broke from his stale state. Instead, she just wanted it all to end.

Even as he let his hands venture her body, Colette couldn’t push out the thoughts of how Charles held her. The heat that rose in her core for the elder nobleman was barely a flicker for Francis. It was like trying to ignite a wet log, futile.

“Is everything alright?” Francis whispered.

“I’m sorry. I’m just tired.” Colette lied.

“We can go to sleep.” Francis kissed her forehead. “We have an entire lifetime together to explore our bodies. Why don’t we get some sleep? We have a lot to do before we leave for France…”

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It was natural for women to be starry-eyed in love around the castle. Colette witnessed her friends coo about their first night of marital bliss. For Colette, she was anything but doe-eyed and joyous. She sat quietly secluded in the palace rose gardens. The fresh scent of their blossoms engulfed her as she tried to pluck some sort of emotion from thin air. But to her dismay, her sadness persisted.

That was until the unexpected happened. A familiar pair of blue eyes fell upon her. Colette felt the heat rise in her cheeks. “Charles.” It was the first time she said his name out loud since the day her father caught the two in an embrace.

He cleared his throat and gave her a nod.

She let out a long sigh. Their relationship would never be the same. Even if she never married Francis, her father made it very clear that Charles was never to speak to Colette again. Men, Colette thought to herself.

“You can speak to me.”

His lips pressed into a firm line as his feet carried him closer.

“By the grace of the King, talk to me.” Tears welled up in her eyes. She just wanted something. Anything.

His gaze bore down on her with confusion. As if his better judgement and his heart were arguing. He knew if they were seen together, word would get back to her father. The castle wasn’t kind with proper information. Even if their talk were innocent, the rumors would not portray it as such. However, her sad eyes pulled at his heart. He wanted to wipe the sorrow that built up behind those emeralds that once shone at the mere sight of him.

Their stalemate was broken. “I hope you enjoy your new life in France with your husband.”

Colette rose to her feet. Her nostrils flared as she tried to form the words to convey how his words struck her. “Out of all the possible words you can fathom to string together, you decide to wish me luck on my move to France?”

A hand raked over his face as he expelled a groan. “What would you like me to say?”

“Anything but that.”

His eyes scanned her entire face. The plains of the cheeks he once held. The fields of fresh green in the eyes he once endlessly dreamed. The soft silk of her lips that begged to be kissed. “I wish I could say more than that without risk of making matters worse.”

Tears welled in her eyes. “Nothing can be worse than what I am feeling. Nothing can be worse than the gaping wound in my chest that aches for you.” Charles shifted as he tried not to let her words shove the voice of reason into the depths of his mind. “How can you turn off your feelings for me so easily?”

“That is hardly the case.”

“Then, please share with me how you are able to walk around this castle as if you are fine.”

Charles cupped her cheeks and let a thumb caress her fair skin, “I am hardly fine. I’ve just learned how to mask my misery with a stern gaze and cynical wit.”

Colette nuzzled against the warmth of his palm. Her eyes tried to blink the tears away. They gathered on her lashes and broke free down her cheeks. Charles tenderly whisked them away. “I didn’t think I could fall in love with you. Now, I don’t think I can ever love anyone else.”

Charles let a smile tug at the corner of his lips. “Well, you’ve already proven yourself wrong once. I have faith that you can do it again.”

The urge to press her lips against his was strong. She knew that kissing him would do more harm than good. It would drag her ten steps back. It would lead her to his door under the cover of night. If she were going to give marriage a chance, she would have to leave Charles’ lips unkissed.

“Goodbye Charles.”

Francis paced his quarters for hours after the feast. He couldn’t shake the feeling Colette was hiding something from him. Why would she feel the need to lie about talking with the Duchess? What could be so damning that a lie was warranted? He wasn’t ignorant to the rumors that circulated around about his bride-to-be and the Duke of Suffolk. He inquired about them with her father and he was reassured that the rumors were just that, rumors. Perhaps, it was time he asked Colette.

In the morning he set out to locate Colette. She was among a group of other women when Francis approached. “Ladies,” he greeted them with a respectful nod.

“Francis,” Colette cooed at the sight of him. He was certainly a good-looking man. He grew into his awkwardness from their youth. Colette blushed thinking about what might lie beneath the layers of his finery.

“Would you ladies mind if I borrowed Colette?” His accent made half of them blush and the low timber of his voice made the other half shutter.

“They don’t mind,” Colette added with a chuckle. “I will see you all later,” and she took Francis’ arm.

Francis took a deep breath. It was nerve-wracking to pull the words together to ask the woman he wanted to spend the rest of his life with if she was having an elicit affair with another man. He didn’t want to anger her with an accusation. He didn’t want for it to be true. He really didn’t want to ask. However, not asking would leave the rumor hanging in the back of his mind until the end of his days.

They approached a small bench and Francis motioned for Colette to sit. “Francis, are you alright?”

Francis ran his palms over his thighs and exhaled. “I need to ask you something.”

“What is it?” Colette let her face wear the worry building inside her. She dug around in her mind for something. Charles did come to mind but he couldn’t have seen anything from the feast. They stopped before he saw her.

“Are you…” he paused as the words were caught in his throat, “… are you intimate with Charles Brandon?”

Colette controlled her reaction. One wrong facial expression and she would give it all away. “Where is this coming from?”

“Answer the question, Colette,” Francis didn’t stop the frustration from coming out.

“No.”                                                          

“Then why did you lie about talking to the Duchess?” Her brows furrowed. How did he know it was a lie? “She was back at the feast talking to your parents when I saw you.”

Colette pursed her lips as she tried to think of something. Francis watched her carefully, waiting for an answer. “I didn’t want you to think I was up to something devious.”

“Then what were you doing?”

“Walking alone.”

“Why?”

“We had just become formally engaged. Everyone was asking me about it. The comments about my age and how lucky I was someone was still interested in marrying me.” She frowned. “I needed air.”

Francis cupped her face and held her gaze, “I am the one who is lucky.” Colette laughed softly. “They just don’t know you like I do.”

“You really feel that way?” Francis nodded. Guilt settled in Colette’s heart. She truly didn’t deserve him. She needed to end the affair with Charles. She knew that before but looking into Francis’ eyes made that even more pressing. She would end it even if it made her heart ache.

“I can’t wait for when we can be husband and wife.” He placed a chaste kiss to the tip of her nose.

“When might that be?”

“I will know once I receive word from my father.”

Their conversation was disrupted as the King as his men came down the corridor. Francis and Colette rose to their feet and waited for them to pass. Charles was in attendance and his eyes met Colette’s. Francis caught the quick smirk from the Duke and the rouge in his fiancée’s cheeks. Any reassurance he had prior to was lost. Something was going on between Colette and Charles. He knew it.

#

Charles Brandon was heading down the corridor when he made eye contact with Colette. Her widened eyes and panicked expression led him to believe that she was avoiding him. He had suspicions that she was since every time he spotted her, she magically vanished. He didn’t want to assume but her face said it all.

“Lady Gilles,” he approached her. She couldn’t sprint away in a crowded corridor. He needed to know why there was a sudden change in her reception of him.

“My lord,” her eyes stayed focused on the ground.

“May we speak?”

“Is that not what we are doing?”

“With less prying ears?”

“I would prefer it not…”

Charles hooked her arm with his elbow and lead her for a walk. “Why do you suddenly not wish to talk with me?”

The young woman grumbled as she tried to keep up with his long strides.

They made a quick turn and he spun to face her. “Answer me,” his commanding tone made her quiver. She damned him for having such an effect on her. It was going to make ending things so much harder. “Colette…”

She looked around before speaking, “Francis asked me if we were having an affair.” Charles pursed his lips and ran a hand over his beard. “Precisely. We cannot meet anymore.”

The rational man that Charles had become knew that their time was over. He knew it was over when she accepted Francis’ proposal for marriage. It was the youthful ignorance Colette ignited in him that hoped it would continue.

His lips pressed to her forehead with a sigh, “Goodbye, Colette.” Something about his goodbye felt like it was forever. It made tears prick the corner of her eyes. She tried to blink them away, but they broke free and rolled down her cheeks. Charles heard a soft sob and lifted her chin to look at him.

The world seemed to slow. Their lips hovered over one another begging for the other to break the stalemate. Charles caressed her cheek.

He felt as if he was drowning and she was the surface. How he wanted to breathe that sweet air. All he needed to do was bring his lips closer. Although, he knew it would be fleeting. He would have to slip beneath the surf and let the ocean of his heart break take him under for good.

A hand slipped to the small of her back, as her fist gripped the collar of his coat. The tension hung in the air for what felt like an eternity.

The sudden clearing of a throat caused the two to part. Colette quickly whisked her tears away and looked at Charles who looked as if he had seen a ghost.

Colette turned around slowly and was met with the familiar eyes of her father. His face was taught with anger. The Earl moved with heavy steps toward the pair and stared down at his daughter, “go.”

“Father…”

“Go. Lord Brandon and I have to have a word.” Colette stared up at her father with tears in her eyes, but it didn’t ebb his fury. “Go.”

With the click of Colette’s shoes fading, her father narrowed his gaze on the man before him. Charles was a large man, which meant the Earl had to crane his neck to look at the other square in the eyes. “I have one child on this Earth. One. The Lord has blessed me with a witty and beautiful daughter. I will not have her reputation sullied by the likes of you.”

Charles chose his words cautiously as if not to offend or enrage Lord Gilles. He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. “I beg for your forgiveness. I assure you, what you saw was as far as it goes.”

Lord Gilles studied Charles for a minute before speaking, “stay away from her and my forgiveness is yours.”

Charles gave the other a quick nod, “you have my word.”

#

Colette was running down a long corridor. Her chest heaved against the tight corset bound around her as her lungs burned for more air. The echo of her heels hitting the floor was drowned out by the sound of her blood thumping in her ears. She came to an end and made a sharp turn. Then, she kept running.

Finally, she arrived at a weathered door. She tried to steady herself before entering. Breathe, she thought to herself. Just breathe.

Her fingers trembled as the latch on the door gave way. Her nerves tingled with anxiety as it slowly creaked open.

“Colette?” She heard a familiar voice call from the darkness.

“Yes,” she rushed in to meet the man who waited for her. “Where are you?” She searched around the darkness before she felt the familiar form beneath her fingers.

It was like nothing had changed. If anything, Charles’ lips hastily exploring hers was more impassioned because they were treading into dangerous water. Even his touch seemed hotter. It singed her flesh as his palms found their ways to her most tender flesh. He breathed against her neck as a small moan left her lips.

“Why, Colette?” Her eyes snapped open. It wasn’t the question. Rathe, it was the voice that made her stark with fear. “Why?” She knew the accent anywhere.

“Francis?” She shoved him away and scurried away.

“Why are you doing this to me?” She didn’t have to see his face to know the sadness that tugged at the corners of his mouth. She knew the look of sorrow was of her doing.

“I’m sorry, Francis. I’m sorry.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know.”

“Why?!” Then his tone changed from sadness to rage.

“I don’t know!” Colette felt the words leave her mouth like hot coals raking across dry earth. She felt the tears prickle in the corners of her eyes.

“Why?!” He screamed one more time.

As she drew the breath in, Colette shot up in her bed. Her mother came rushing in followed by her father. “Colette?!” The young woman was trying to catch her breath as her eyes met the others’ worried expressions.

“You screamed,” the Earl added.

“It was a bad dream.”

The entire court gathered to see the envoy for Spain off. Edward Seymour seemed to have his usual scowl fixed upon his face. Colette tried to hide her amusement as the threat was leaving the castle, but it was hard. Edward could have ruined any chance she had at happiness. Surely, Francis was fixed on marrying her. Would he have felt the same if he knew about the affair? Her guess was a big resounding no.

Her thoughts went to the man beside her. She never gave marriage much thought. It was a duty all women had to endure. Up until Charles, Colette never really felt love. She loved cute puppies and flowers. That was hardly enough to equate to romantic love. Could she even love Francis? What if the heart could only love once? And her mind began to spiral into deeper thoughts. If Charles loved Catherine, did he really love her? Or was it a lustful infatuation? Did he love Catherine? Did he love anyone? Or was love more than a one-time thing? Was there hope for her to find love with Francis after Charles?

“Colette,” Francis whispered, yanking her from the dark depths of the sea of questions, “your mother and father are waiting for us.”

“Oh,” she gave him a faint smile, “right.”

As a part of accepting the proposal, a formal contact needed to be signed. Nobles marrying nobles always required such tedious formalities. The subject of her dowry was of minimal concern. She was the only child of an Earl. She had a sizable dowry on top of lands that would get passed to her husband in the event of her father’s passing. His title, too, would go to Francis and, subsequently, any heirs born from their union.

Court lawyers spent days writing up the contract. They looked tired and worn. Working for the King of England would do that to a man even in his earliest of years practicing law.

They were seated along with a number of other witnesses, the King and Charles being two in attendance. The large document was rolled out for Francis and the French ambassadors to review.

People murmured as the time ticked on. Colette’s mother joined at her side. She gave her daughter’s hand a light squeeze. “You’ll be very happy.”

Colette gave her mother a smile. “I don’t doubt that. Francis is a very agreeable man.”

“And he’s quite the handsome one.”

“Mother…”

“What?” She sniggered. “Some women don’t get that luxury.” They looked at Colette’s father, “he wasn’t much of a looker, but he was kind. He still is kind. I am very lucky.” Her words were true. Her parents struggled with conceiving. After many miscarriages and stillbirths, Colette’s arrival was their small miracle. He was never bitter or angry with his wife. He never took a mistress, either. The latter being what made her mother feel lucky. Lesser men wouldn’t bare a wife couldn’t have more children. Lesser men would bed every woman in the pursuit of a son.

Francis whispered to the ambassadors before whispering to the court lawyers. They talked amongst themselves. Then they talked to the other nobles. Colette tugged at a handkerchief she held onto to ease her nerves.

Then the signatures were placed on the document. First, her father signed. Then, Francis. Lastly, King Henry. Colette watched as Charles sat like a stone, his eyes fixed on the wooden grain of the table. She wanted to know what was going on in his mind. She wanted to hold his hand and ease his mind through the process. Even then, what good would that do? The inevitable was finally catching up to them.

“I can’t wait for grandchildren,” her mother whispered as they stood there.

“Well,” Colette tried to give a chuckle, “hopefully you won’t have to wait for too long.” Her mother looked at her with wide eyes. “Meaning once we are married, we will start trying right away.”

“Good,” her mother breathes a sigh of relief, “do not do anything to cause a scandal.”

If she only knew, Colette thought to herself.

#

By coincidence, there was a feast planned the night of Colette and Francis’ official engagement. The Tudor Court didn’t need much of an excuse to host a celebration.

Typically, Colette would arrive with her parents to those types of events. With her pending marriage to Francis, she arrived with the young man at her side. It wasn’t necessarily a requirement or at least Colette didn’t think it was. It would be an odd start to their lives together if people speculated their affections over who cam with whom to a large event.

“You look stunning,” Francis whispered into Colette’s ear as they made their way to address the King.

“You’re far too kind,” Colette gave him a coy smile in response.

“Mas, non. I speak only the truth.”

Colette smiled. Which quickly faded as her eyes met Charles across the way. They haven’t spoken since their last time in the dressing room. Colette felt her cheeks rouge and her core fluttered. She tried not to think of his hands sliding up her thighs, but it was showing to be difficult. He looked devilishly handsome in all of his finery. It didn’t help that she knew was laid underneath; a man who has yet to peak at his prime.

After all the necessary formalities, the guests were free to move about the room. Colette felt two pairs of eyes boring down on her. One, the affectionate ambers of Francis, watching his bride-to-be as she navigated through the court. The other, the envious crystals of Charles, drinking up the sight of Colette as her form moved about, imagining it against his, writhing with passion.

“Charles?” Catherine noticed he wasn’t listening to a single word she was saying. He prayed his gaze from Colette and faced his wife. “I was talking about when I would be leaving court…”

“Whenever you wish,” he kissed her forehead. “I know how much you dislike being here.”

“You should come home with me,” Catherine placed a hand on his arm.

His eyes looked down at the touch and back up at her. If he believed their relationship would change, he might think her tenderness was genuine. “I’m needed here.” Then he excused himself from his wife’s side.

Charles takes long strides to follow Colette as she left the Great Hall. It didn’t take much effort. He caught her hand as she started up a flight of stairs.

“Excus—“ she spun around to see who so rudely touched her. “Charles,” she said as a smile swept across her lips. She gave him a gentle tug up the staircase to hide from any prying eyes as her lips met his.

The gentleman pinned Colette against the stone wall as his lips feverishly explored her body. A soft moan left her lips as the bristles of his bread teased the bend of her neck.

Her dress gathered with ease as Charles explored her body. His fingers teased her center as the heat between them rose. “Charles…” his name slipped through her lips in a breathy moan.

The heat of the moment and the openness of their passion was intoxicating. Colette grabbed his wrist and pressed him against her harder, her hips moving with him. The soft moans rolled off her lips to his. Charles’ body wanted her, and it was evident by the growing arousal in his trousers.

The distant echo of foot falls broke the two apart. Colette flattened her dress, pressing the evidence of their stolen moment. Charles cupped her face in his hands and stole one more kiss before hurrying away, leaving Colette to regain her composure before heading back to the feast.

She climbed the stairs and found the source of the disruption, “Francis!”

“There you are,” his kind eyes met hers as a smile tugged onto his face. “I was wondering where you disappeared to. Dinner is being served, soon. Your father said you left this,” Francis held out the hair pin he purchased her.

“Oh, thank you!” She took the delicate hair pin from his palm. “I ran into the Duchess of Pembroke. You know how she is,” Colette chuckled as she lied.

Colette slipped from the dressing room and hurried herself across the castle. Charles implied that he loved her. She didn’t know what to do with that knowledge. When she was asked to comfort the Duke, she never intended to have any feelings or to have them reciprocated. She heard his voice in her head over and over again, love. The single word echoed over and over again.

Then the emotions became too much. Colette had to steady herself against the wall. Her chest heaved with panic and her corset felt like it was strangling her. She couldn’t breathe.

“Colette?” A man came running up to the distressed women. “What is the matter?” His thick accent was familiar, but she couldn’t place it in her state.

Then she saw his face. Between her panicked breath she muttered his name, “Francis?” He nodded. “What- are- you- doing- here?”

“Don’t worry about that, ma Cherie.” He offered her a hand to steady her. Francis’ eyes focused on Colette as she came down from her state. He rubbed her back and make a soothing noise that wet nurses often used to sooth babies. Tears coated her palms as Colette held her face. Francis remained at her side while she returned to her normal state.

Her brain gathered itself and she looked to Francis, “What are you doing here?”

The young Frenchman gave a sheepish smile. His rich chocolate eyes held her gaze. “I came for you…”

“Me?” She gasped. Francis was a friend from her youth while her father was an ambassador in France. Their relationship was pure. He spent hours helping her learn archery. He tried to teach her how to wield a sword. After a few close encounters with the wrong end of the blade, Colette admitted she was not destined to be proficient with a sword.

Francis exhaled as he gathered his thoughts. “My father wants me to marry.” Colette hung on for him to continue. “You were my first thought.”

“Me?” Colette was confused. There were plenty of Frenchwomen ready for marriage. Why were the men around her acting in such a way? Why did love and marriage invade her life all at once?

“Why not?” The French rolled off his tongue with a wide smile. “You’re beautiful, smart, and everything I could ever ask for in a woman.”

“We haven’t seen each other in years, Francis. I could’ve been married.” He laughed. “What is so funny?”

“Your father was in France recently, n’est-ce pas?” Colette nodded. “We spoke while he was there. He informed me that you were still unmarried. He sounded enthusiastic about the potential match.”

Colette groaned. “He didn’t mention it to me.”

“I asked him not to speak a word. I wanted to be the one to ask you. He agreed. I am fully aware, and so is he, that you would never stand for an arranged marriage.” He was right in that. Colette was a head-strong woman. Her father raised her to be that way.

“This is true.” She was deep in thought, her words disconnected from reality.

“I don’t expect an answer from you right now. Think about it, please.” He held her hands in his and offered a sweet smile.

“You will have to ask the King, even if I say yes. I am a lady of the court.” Francis chuckled. “What’s so funny?”

“Your king already gave me his blessing.”

“What?”

“Oui, I spoke with him earlier.” Colette wanted to run to Henry and ask him what he was thinking. She had an arrangement with him. She was to pick her match. “He said that I had to ask you.” Francis laughed, “it is clear that you have a reputation of your fierce independence.”

“And you want to marry me.”

“Of course. I don’t want some complacent wife that will do whatever I say.”

Colette scowled, “most men do.”

“Well, I am not most men.” He ran his thumb over the back of her palm. “Colette, my intentions are pure and true. You came to mind because I’ve always loved you. When you left France, I felt empty. I couldn’t imagine going into this part of my life without you.”

That word again, love. She started to hate that word.

“It is getting late. I should walk you back.” Francis drew her attention back. “I don’t want to upset your father by making your late return seem scandalous.”

She chuckled. If Francis only knew where she had been prior to finding her.

#

Charles was sitting in the chapel when Colette and her family arrived. Their eyes met and she quickly turned her attention to Francis who had kept a place for the trio of Gilles. Charles narrowed his gaze on the young man. An instant jolt of jealousy surged through him. Who was he? And why was he with Colette?

The service felt as if it went on forever. Colette stole a glance at Charles, who had a searing gaze focused on the back of Francis’ head. Colette didn’t know what to tell him about Francis. She didn’t exactly have a grasp on what she was going to do. Perhaps she needed to get an audience with the King. He was Charles’ best friend. He would know how to go about her situation. Aside from that, he was the only other person who knew about the affair. She didn’t have anyone else to turn to.

After service, Colette excused herself to seek out Henry before he became too busy with other matters to speak to her.

“Your majesty!” She hurried down the corridor, her dress billowing behind her. “Do you have a minute?”

He turned to face the woman. A smile stretched across his face and he gave her a nod.  “What is it, Lady Gilles?”

“Francis De La Grange,” she paused, “he asked you for permission to marry me?”

Henry nodded. “I must approve all the marriages of the people in my court. Your father is an earl. Anyone you marry will stand to inherit that title and the lands belonging to it. De La Grange is standing to inherit his father’s titles as count. It is a likable match.”

“I wanted to pick my husband.”

“And you are free to reject it. I am not forcing you to marry Francis. I’m simply stating the facts. If you’d like, I can find someone who stands to inherit a larger fortune and higher title.”

Colette gave the King a sideways glance. “My nephew stands to inherit his father’s title once he passes.”

“I cannot marry Charles’ son.” Henry laughed at the irony, bed the father and marry the son. Colette, however, didn’t find the suggestion humorous.

“Lady Colette,” Henry paused, “what are your objections to Francis?” She shrugged. “Is he a man of honor?” She nodded. “Has he always been kind to you?” She nodded, again. “Then what are your objections?”

“I-I-I,” she stammered, “I don’t want to hurt Charles.”

The King took the young woman’s hands in his own, “Charles will deal with it. This was how it was meant to end. You cannot become an old spinster because of his affection. Your family would never allow it. I would be forced to make you marry.” She pulled her hands away. “And by then, Francis would most likely be married.”

The truth in his words hurt. She didn’t have much of a choice but to accept Francis’ proposal. Tears welled up in her eyes, but she dared not let them fall. She wasn’t about to make herself look like another foolish girl in court. She blinked them away and forced a smile upon her face. “In that case, I will accept Francis’ proposal. However, I want to be the one to tell Charles.”

“You are free to do so.”

“Thank you, your majesty.”

“No, thank you. You have been a wonderful influence on Charles’ overall mood. Even before when all you did was talk. I saw a glimmer of the young man I once knew.” Colette blushed at the King’s kind words. It was no wonder he was able to bed so many women. Even in his older years, he was a charming man.

“You are most welcome.”

#

Colette found Charles in the gardens with a few nobles. Their conversation seemed serious. However, it seemed to dissipate at her arrival. “Lady Gilles,” they all greeted her kindly. Charles seemed to avoid her gaze. He heard rumors about the young Frenchman and his purpose for being at the English Court. To deny he was jealous would be a lie.

“Good morning, my lords. The King wishes for an audience with the Duke.” They all stared at her. There were a few dukes in her presence. “Of Suffolk.”

“I wish the king sent beautiful women to retrieve me,” one stated.

“A much better alternative to the other servants.”

“There’s no better way to do as such,” Colette said cheekily.

“Beautiful and smart,” Charles snapped his head at the viscount who sounded a bit too flirty for his liking.

“Where did the King say he would be?” Charles asked.

Colette pursed her lips, “well, he didn’t say. Perhaps it is the last place you saw him.” Then she smiled with a nod, “good day, gentleman. I was amidst a stroll before I was sent this way. I believe I should continue it.”

“Good day, Lady Gilles.”

She gave the men a cordial nod as her gaze lingered on Charles. He glanced at her and broke away from the group of men, heading toward the castle.

Colette headed to their last rendezvous spot and slipped into the dimly lit dressing room. She anxiously paced as she waited for Charles. It felt like an eternity before the door opened. She held her breath until she saw him cross the threshold.

“Charles…” she moved quickly to take his hands, but he pulled them away. “What is wrong?”

“I heard your father talking about Francis De La Grange and his proposal.” Colette felt the color drain from her face. “If you’re here to tell me you’re going to accept, you have my blessing.”

Then her face turned sour. “I never required your blessing. I am your mistress, not your daughter.”

“Not anymore,” his bitterness masked his wounded heart. “Soon you’ll be Lady De La Grange. Tell me, will you be moving to France before or after the wedding?”

“We haven’t decided. I haven’t told Francis I am accepting his proposal, either.”

“Don’t let me keep you, then,” Charles stepped out of the way of the door. “Go and let your precious Francis know you want to be his wife.”

Her nostrils flared as anger took her over. A hand came across Charles face as her chest heaved, “why are you making me feel bad for doing what we knew all along would happen? This,” she motioned to the two of them, “was never going to be forever. You are married. Last time I checked; you couldn’t take another wife whilst still married to the other. Unless you plan on divorcing Catherine, you have no right to treat me as such.”

Charles pinched the bridge of his nose. He was angry and his cheek stung from her palm. He exhaled to gather himself. “I love you, Colette. The thought of another man having you pains me. I didn’t expect your betrothal to happen so quickly.”

“And you think I did?” She stepped forward with her fierceness written across her face. “Francis’ arrival and proposal were a surprise to me.”

“Do you love me?” Her brows gathered. “I said I love you and you continued to talk about the proposal.” Charles sounded hurt.

“I-I…” she sighed. “I do love you, Charles.” It was against her better judgement to admit her feelings. It left her vulnerable, but he needed to hear the words leave her lips.

Charles captured her lips by hungrily. The tension in his muscle released as he enveloped her body with his. A small moan came from her lips as his ventured to the tender bend of her neck. Kisses trailed toward her breast where he nipped gently at her flesh. “Charles,” she said with a breathy whisper, “please…” Her eyes pleaded with him as a delicate hand teased his arousal.

The Duke hoisted Colette off the floor, wrapping her legs around his waist. Charles swept the items off a small ledge and placed her down. With equal eagerness, Colette freed him from his trousers, and he gathered the skirt of her dress to slide between her legs with more ease.

The concerto of their passion played in that tiny dressing room. The tempo kept by their flesh as her moans sang the chorus. It’s crescendo came in a wave, crashing over their bodies in harmony.

Charles rested his forehead against hers, “I will miss this.”

“Is that all you’ll miss?”

Don’t worry, Charles’ voice echoed in her head as she did, in fact, worry. With Catherine at court and Edward’s threat looming over her, Colette couldn’t help but worry. What started as a request from the King grew into affection for Charles. She knew it would ruin her reputation if their affair was made public. She wasn’t nearly as worried about that as she did for hurting Charles or making his already miserable marriage even worse.

Colette’s father returned from France with her mother and knew something was wrong with his daughter. “Colette,” he startled her as she paced the room, “for heaven’s sake, sit down.”

She exhaled sharply and sat at the small table. “I’m sorry.”

“What is the matter?” He asked with concern in his voice.

“Oh, it’s nothing.” The lie didn’t convince the nobleman as he stared at her for the truth. “Court gossip.” He nodded for her to continue. “A dear friend of mine,” meaning herself, “is having an affair with another member of the court. Someone with power knows and is using it against her.” Her father nodded as he listened. “She came to me asking what she should do.”

“And what do you think she should do?”

“I am unsure. She seems to genuinely care for this man. It’s quite unfair.” Colette sighed as she leaned back in the small wooden chair. It wasn’t ladylike but her father was never one to chastise Colette for her unladylike behavior.

“Married men who court young women only want one thing. It is often the one thing their wives do not give them.” This was a fact Colette knew to be true. In the case of Charles, his wife didn’t show him affection or love. That’s what he was missing. “They are clever. Your friend should end the affair before it ruins her reputation. As for how to deal with the other man trying to use it against her, once it is over, he no longer has leverage.”

“Father,” Colette paused, “it won’t matter. A man’s word will hurt a reputation regardless of the truth.”

“Your words are true. Perhaps she can go to a nunnery,” her father said in jest.  

“That might be her only option.” Colette said with a chuckle. Her, in a nunnery, that would be funny.

“Enough of your friend’s problems, let’s play chess. I’ve been playing against Frenchmen. They are not worthy opponents.”

“I do hope you are prepared to lose, dear father.”

#

Edward Seymour had a wicked grin when he saw Colette walking down a corridor. The young woman always had a pensive look upon her face. While he thought it was a pretty face, she served a purpose for his own devious intentions.

Their eyes met and her face soured. Edward was the last person she wanted to see. Which was a fact the Duke used to his advantage. “Good day, Lady Gilles.”

“Goodbye,” she muttered as she kept walking.

Edward put himself in front of Colette. “Now, that’s not very courteous of a fine maiden of this court.” He dipped his head to whisper into her ear, “or perhaps you’ve forgotten about our last conversation.”

She gazed up at him with a blaze of hatred. “Perhaps you should step back, sir. Or people might start to think it is us who are having the affair.”

His brow quirked at her statement. “And still, it would be you in ruins.”

“I can’t help you. Charles and I don’t talk about country matters.” She looked around to make sure no one was watching or listening. “We talk about philosophy, hunting, and many other things. Never his work with the king.”

“I’m surprised you talk at all,” his crude comment was paired with a dark chuckle.

“If you must know, our relationship isn’t purely carnal. It was never his intention to bed me.”

“It’s every man’s intention to bed the attractive young women of this court. It’s just a matter of if they do it or not.”

“Speaking from experience?” Colette shot him a glare. “Do you want to bed me? Is that your true motives? Jealous that Charles can have happiness while you’re stuck in your own bitterness.”

The accusation made Edward laugh. “Lady Gilles, while your face is tempting, I do not have an interest in plowing any field that has been touched by Charles Brandon.”

Colette rolled her eyes. “Consider me overjoyed. I’m not interested in what would surely be a lackluster experience.” The jab made the creases on Edward’s forehead gather between his brows. Colette struck a chord, and she was pleased. “Now, if you have nothing else to say, I will take my leave.”

Edward’s face remained in its current state as the young woman walked away with triumph in her steps. She knew that she didn’t get do much to remedy the situation with Edward. She did, however, wound his pride. That was a good enough reward for the time being.

#

Catherine Brandon made stealing moments away to meet with Colette very difficult for the Duke. He was working on a way to resolve their Edward problem. It proved to be a harder task than anticipated.

“Charles, I can’t send Somerset to Spain. I need him here.” Henry sat at a long wooden table with platters of fruits, cheeses, and meats. He popped a grape into his mouth as Charles exhaled sharply from the seat beside him.

“If we need to send anyone, it should be him.” Charles wasn’t letting up. The Privy Council met earlier that day. The waxing and waning relations with Spain were a consistent nuisance. Negotiations were necessary and Charles knew who he was going to recommend to do the job.

“You can go,” Henry jested.

“You know I am not a diplomat.” Both men laughed.

“It was worth the effort. I know you hate the man, but I can’t send him.”

“Consider it a favor for me.”

“Why is this so important?”

Charles looked at the servant that stood nearby waiting for any of Henry’s requests. Henry noticed and motioned for the young man to leave.

“Edward is blackmailing Colette.” There was a pause in the room. Henry looked confused at the statement. “He’s using our… closeness… as leverage against her.”

“Closeness,” Henry laughed.

“You know what I mean,” Charles pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Why would you care what happens?” Henry didn’t ask out of disregard for Colette. He simply wanted to gage the importance.

“I care about her. I don’t want to ruin her reputation over some feud with Seymour.” Charles answered earnestly.

“Then stop the affair.” Charles looked at Henry with a lined expression. Then Henry laughed. “I won’t ask that of you. She makes you more agreeable. If it will help the Lady, I will consider sending Edward to Spain.”

“Thank you, your majesty.”

“Don’t thank me just yet. I have the welfare of the entire realm to think about. I can’t hurt my people to save the reputation of your mistress.” As much of a jokester Henry was with his friend, he was the King. He carried his burdens with much heavier weight than the rest of the kingdom.

“Of course,” Charles leaned forward to snatch a piece of cheese, “I appreciate that you’re even considering it.”

“Enough of this conversation,” Henry grinned, “I need more wine.” Then he called for the servant to return.

#

Colette was sitting beside the fireplace when a knock came to the door. She wore a puzzled expression. She wasn’t expecting anyone. All in all, Colette rose to her feet and answered the door.

“Lady Gilles?” A small white square rested on a small silver plate that was held out for her to take.

“Oh, many thanks,” with a nod, Colette took the note from the platter and excused the servant.

It was a short note.

Morning prayer.

C

Colette pursed her lips. It was nearing dusk. Morning prayer would be an agonizing wait. Then it dawned on her. Perhaps he didn’t mean for her to wait until morning prayer but to meet him where morning prayer was held. It won’t hurt to go, she thought to herself, if he’s not there then I can simply return. With that thought, she headed to potentially meet with the Duke.

People were still roaming about the castle. It made her stroll seem normal. As if her walk about the castle was meant to keep the young woman fit. All women were concerned with appealing to the opposite sex. Or at least that was what the women kept the men believing so they can go about their dealings without question.

She arrived at the small chapel and peered around. It was vacant. She heaved a sigh and turned to leave.

“Lady Gilles,” the sound of her name sent heat through her core. With a grin across her face, she turned to face the person who spoke her name.

“My lord,” it was Charles. Their eyes met with hunger, but they were still in the view of the court and the lord.

“What brings you here at such an odd hour?”

Her brows gathered with confusion until a small wink hinted for her to play along. “I was hoping to meet with the bishop but he’s not here.”

“You know the men of the cloth, asleep with the sun.” They both laughed.

“I was hopeful.”

“Would you like an escort back to your room?” The thought of him in her bed drowned her in a desperate need. She wanted to grab him and kiss him into oblivion. Alas, that wasn’t an option. Instead, she accepted his offer to enjoy some sort of closeness.

They headed toward her family’s accommodations. Their hands brushed and Colette rouged, instantly.

“How are you this evening?” She asked.

“Wonderful,” he gave her a sincere smile. He looked as if he were to burst with lust. His self control was astonishing, to say the least. “I had an interesting conversation with the King today.”

“Oh,” Colette was curious.

“The negations with Spain will begin and he’s sending representatives.” Colette knew that he was going somewhere with his words. The anticipation sat in her bones threatening to break. “The Duke of Somerset will be going with a few other men. Hopefully, it can help quell tension between our two kingdoms.”

Colette fought the smile that wanted to stretch across her face. Edward going to Spain meant he would be far enough to leave her alone. Was it really that easy? A small voice told her not to get too happy. Things could always take a turn for the worst. But for the time being, she let the joy and relief wash over her.

With contained joy Colette responded to the news, “I hope it goes well.”

“As do I,” Charles fought the urge to brush a strand of hair from her face as they made their way through the castle.

Charles looked around and pursed his lips. With the vacant corridor he quickly captured her lips. The sudden passion made Colette moan against his and ache for more than touching lips.

As quickly as it started, they parted. Colette caught her breath and brushed the front of her dress as an attempt to regain her composure. The Duke looked around for a place to steal away for privacy. He had an idea and hastily guided Colette through the castle.

They stopped at a small wooden door, trying not to draw attention from the stragglers walking around. Once they were in the clear, Charles opened the door and led Colette inside.

Free from prying eyes, they feverishly fought through their clothes. Colette’s corset took the skill Charles possessed to slip out of within moments.

“I’ve missed you,” he growled against her skin as kissed trailed down her neck to her breasts. breasts. His tongue teased her tender peaks, pinching them between his teeth before continuing his journey down her body.

A moan left her lips in reply. She missed his touch just as much as he missed hers. He brushed her center and buried a finger inside her hot center. She tangled her fingers into his hair and pulled him back to kiss her.

Her free hand brushed his hardened member as Se moaned against his lips, “please, my lord.”

The words ignited the primal need to be inside the young woman. He spun her around and met her core with himself. Her body sheathed him effortlessly. Charles groaned as her body clenched around him tightly and milk the ecstasy from deep within. Their joined pleasure crashed like the waves met the shore.

Charles kissed her shoulder tenderly as their chests heaved to take in more air. Then he withdrew himself and brought her close. “I wish we didn’t have to sneak around like this.”

She buried her face into his chest, “as do I.”

With a hooked finger, he lifted her chin to look at her. “I don’t deserve you.”

A smile stretched across her face, “you don’t.”

“We should get dressed. It wouldn’t be good to be caught in this matter.”

“Where are we?”

“A dressing room for the tennis court.” Charles was familiar with the room from his youth playing tennis against the King. He smirked at the thought of the countless women he brought there for similar rendezvous. Although, none held the same affection he had for Colette. She was different. She ignited a part of his soul he thought that was long since dead.

A part of him felt guilty. She breathed new life into him while all he gave her was ruin. Their relationship could destroy her future. He never set out to destroy her.

As he helped her tighten her corset, he kissed her shoulder. “Colette,” his breath touched her skin and sent shivers through her, “if this doesn’t work with Edward, I want you to take Henry’s offer of a match.”

She turned around quickly. Her eyes scanned his face. “Why?”

Colette was staring out a window as the King and his guard readied themselves for a hunt. Her heart fluttered as she watched Charles stride out from the castle and stand beside Henry. They both laughed before parting to mount their horses. Charles circled once with his horse when he spotted Colette watching him. He gave a small nod paired with a smile and turned quickly as the king prepared to leave.

The action itself made Colette ache for his presence. It would be a long wait for him to return. Although, that could be said for any time away from her newest infatuation.

“Pondering?” A whisper brushed Colette’s ear. She whipped around to be met by a grin from the ever-annoying Edward Seymour. The man was well known. His sister was the queen before her untimely departure from this world. He remained in the King’s good graces. Although everyone knew he’s was a power-hungry leech. Colette’s father often spoke about his distaste for the man. She shared the same feelings. Edward was someone she typically avoided.

But she didn’t have much of a choice at the moment. He stood beside her with his sniveling grin. “Just enjoying the silence.”

“It will certainly be quiet with the Duke gone, will it not?”

Colette stares at Edward. What is he trying to get at? Was he implying that he knew about the affair? Perhaps he overheard Henry and Charles talking about her? Nevertheless, Colette kept her expression blank. She wasn’t going to give him the confirmation he was seeking. “It would be quieter if you had gone with the King…”

Edward chuckled darkly. “Perhaps.”

“Was there something you needed, my lord?” Colette knew the Duke of Somerset didn’t speak to her without purpose. He was a calculated man.

“Might we take a walk?”

No, she thought to herself. “If it is to talk, we can remain here.”

Edward leaned in to whisper, “it is a topic you might not want others to overhear.” Colette exhaled and agreed.

They entered the rose garden and Colette kept at a respectable distance from the man. She didn’t want a rumor to reach Charles. The last thing she wanted was for him to think she was taking advantage of his absence and carrying on more affairs.

“How is the Duke of Suffolk?”

“I assume he is well enough to be on a hunt with our king.” She pretended like she didn’t know him intimately. Although, from what she’s heard from him thus far, it can be assumed he has an inclination as to her relationship with Charles.

“You’re close with him, are you not?”

“No more than anyone else. It could be argued that you are closer with him, sir.” Colette’s face struggled to keep from expressing her annoyance with his line of questioning. If he had proof of the affair, why not come out and ask about it? What was he trying to do?

Edward chuckled. “Lady Gilles, are you aware that everyone in this castle believes you to be Brandon’s mistress?”

She shrugged, “false rumors started by jealous people.”

The Duke of Somerset turned to face Colette. His eyes told her he didn’t believe an ounce of what she said. “Lady Gilles, Charles Brandon rarely talks to the men of this court. Suddenly, he’s spending nearly all of his time with you. Are you telling me there isn’t something nefarious going on with the two of you?”

“You are aware you’re accusing me of a sin against God.” He nodded. “And what does that get you?”

“Leverage.”

“Only if it were true. Since it is not, you have no leverage.”

Edward was a cruel man. That was known by everyone in all of England. So, Colette was prepared for what he said next. “Fine, say that it is a falsehood. Who do you think people will believe, you or me?”

Her heart sank. With all of her wit and sharpness, she was still a woman. Truth or not, Edward would be believed long before she would. “What is it you want from me?”

“Any information you might have on Brandon. Even the smallest morsel might help me.”

“You’re asking me to betray a friend.”

“No, I’m asking you to keep your honor.”

“You’re despicable.”

“I’m efficient.”

The devious Duke left Colette alone in the garden. She waited to be truly alone before letting out an exasperated groan. “Stupid. Charles won’t stand for this…”

#

An entire week passed, and Colette was racked with her predicament. She needed Charles to return. She needed to talk to him.

And her moment finally came but it was halted as the Duchess of Suffolk arrived at court. Deep down, Colette felt the arrival of Catherine was not a coincidence. Perhaps she heard the rumors of her husband’s affair or Edward wrote to her to come to court. Either way, it didn’t make things easy for Colette.

Colette passed Catherine in the main corridor. She didn’t seem to pay any mind to her husband’s mistress. That made Colette at ease. Perhaps Catherine’s arrival was a coincidence.

Just when Colette thought she was in the clear, she spotted Charles walking down the same corridor. Their eyes locked, his full of lust and hers with worry. She shook her head as he grew closer and prayed, he wouldn’t stop to speak with her.

“Lady Gilles,” he spoke her name fondly.

“My lord,” she tried to nod in the direction of his wife. He didn’t catch on. However, his face paled when she turned around and their eyes met.

“Catherine?” Charles nearly choked. “Lady Gilles, the King wishes to speak to you.” Then he headed toward his wife. She didn’t look happy. That made Colette wince as she sped off to pretend to meet with the King.

“Charles…” Catherine’s tone lacked the amusement Colette’s did when she said his name. It lacked any emotion. It was flat. Not even anger. Charles could work with anger. Nothing. Well, that was impossible.

“What brings you to court?” Charles asked trying to liven up the moment.

“I was written that there would a feast following the hunt. My presence was requested by the king.” Charles was confused. He had been with the King and nothing was mentioned about inviting Catherine to court or a feast for that matter.

“Ah,” Charles gave her a small peck on the top of her head, “I am pleased you could make it.”

“I can’t tell the King ‘no’, can I?”

Charles chuckled, “no, you can’t.”

#

Since the Duchess’ arrival, Charles has kept a healthy distance. While the young woman understood why he avoided her, it did free up a lot of her time. Colette had no other choice but to keep herself busy.

Charles walked through the same corridor as Colette. There wasn’t anywhere for him to go and he was alone. Colette took the opportunity to quickly warn her lover of Edward’s devious plot.

“My lord,” she curtseyed.

“Lady Gilles,” he sounded formal as he greeted her.

“Might I have a word with you?”

“Colette,” he whispered.

“It is of the utmost importance.” He sighed and reluctantly agreed.

They walked and Colette tried to keep a healthy distance while she simultaneously whispered. “The Duke of Somerset threatened to spread around that I am your mistress if I didn’t give him information on you.” She didn’t mince words and laid it all out on the table. She was known for that.

“I’m not surprised,” Charles grumbled. “The man hates me and I him.”

“I thought you should know.” Colette passes him a polite smile.

“Thank you, Lady Gilles.”

“You’re welcome, my lord.” She gave another curtsey. “Enjoy the feast tonight.”

“You, too.”

“I intend on it.”

And just like that, the two went their separate ways.

Charles tried to tamper down the anger welling inside of him. Somerset’s actions made him furious. It also made a connection to Charles. Edward had to have been the one who wrote to Catherine to come to court. The sniveling social climber wanted to cause more problems for the Duke of Suffolk. Charles would make sure he would pay for such treachery.

#

The feast came. It possessed all of the splendor that only the King of England could manage. Colette arrived with her friend, Alice. The other woman was scoping out the prospects. Colette scanned the banquet hall hoping to get a glimpse of Charles. She knew his wife would be there. Her hope wasn’t to cause any sort of predicament for either of them. She just wanted to see him.

Unfortunately, before Colette could find her lover, Edward Seymour found her. “Lady Gilles, Lady Monroe.” He greeted both of them. They gave the man a respectable curtsey; Colette sneered while Alice beamed. “Enjoying the feast?”

“Of course,” Alice answered.

“And you, Lady Gilles?”

“I was…” He laughed at her response.

“Lady Monroe,” Edward gave her a fake smile, “would you mind if I borrowed Lady Gilles?”

Alice giggled, “of course, not.”

Edward offered Colette an elbow and waited for her to take it. “Shall we?”

Colette wasn’t thrilled and her face barely masked it. Edward was the enemy. She had nothing to say to him. She wanted to jab him in the gut and watch him double over in pain. Instead, she took his arm and started to walk through the room.

“How have you been?” Edward asked.

“I have been wonderful.”

“I feel that you aren’t being honest with me.”

Colette exhaled angrily. “Then, why ask?”

“Curiosity.” She rolled her eyes. “The Duchess of Suffolk look as beautiful as ever.” Edward pointed out as they passed the duke and the duchess.

“That she does,” Colette replied trying to avoid Charles’ gaze. She knew he was watching Edward. It wouldn’t be out of the norm due to the feud between the two man.

“Where is your wife?”

“She’s occupying herself somewhere around here.”

“I’m sure that is something she has to do often.” Edward’s expression didn’t fluctuate as Colette made the jab. She was certain that Edward wasn’t the ideal husband. He lacked the emotional depth to adequately show affection. “If you’re done with our conversation, I would like to return to my friend.”

“Give me a moment.” Colette bit he inside of her cheek to keep herself from elbowing Edward and walking away.

“You get a moment.”

Edward stopped to face the woman. “I hope you’re willing to work with me. If you haven’t noticed I can make your life quite difficult. Catherine’s arrival isn’t a coincidence.”

“I knew you invited her.” The truth fanned the flames of hatred within Colette. She regretted not jabbing the man when she had a chance.

“I can do much worse.”

Colette’s lips pressed into a firm line. “You are a vile man.” Then she stormed off.

Once out of sight, Colette let herself react to the realization that she was in a tough situation. She shook with anger for Edward. If she were going to make a life for herself, she would need to betray the man she’s grown to love. The idea made her sick to her stomach.

“Colette?” Charles approached her. She looked around to see if there were any prying eyes before she ran to him. Her arms wrapped around his neck as she buried into his neck. A sob rattle through her chest. He held her close and tried to put her at ease.

“Edward was who wrote to Catherine. He told her to come here. He was trying to prove a point. He can ruin us.” She pulled back to look into the eyes that settled her fears.

“I’m aware.” He seemed disconnected. “Can we talk in private?” She nodded.

They hurried to the closest empty room. It was a salon used by staff. It was unoccupied as all of them were occupied by the feast. Once the door closed, Charles held Colette’s face. He swiped away the tears on her cheeks. “I will handle Edward. He will not bother you again.”

Colette brought their lips together. She melted. It felt as if it had been an eternity since they last touched. His hands held her tightly against his body. His arousal growing and demanding attention. Colette didn’t wait for Charles to take the lead. She tugged at the closure of his trousers. It was a bit more complicated than his more casual pair. She didn’t let that stop her. She was determined.

With his hardened member freed, Charles spun Colette around and tossed through the skirt of her dress. He slid inside Colette quickly. His thrusts were deep, stretching every possible inch of her core. Their flesh slammed together in a rush of passion as Colette threw her hips back against him.