The next morning Henry woke up on a pallet bed next to the big bed in the chamber he had been given on his arrival after the battle. He’d ended up sleeping there after a heated argument with his advisors, they’d insisted that he have Richard removed to the dungeons with the other prisoners, but he’d refused. Not only was Richard the most valuable prisoner that they had, but he was the former King and as such should still be treated with respect. Also at the time he’d still been asleep, the physician having admitted to giving him slightly more drugged wine than had been exactly necessary. Richard should sleep until the next morning if not longer.
Stretching, Henry suddenly got the feeling he was being watched, slowly he rolled over to find himself looking up into Richard’s big blue eyes, his dark brown hair tousled from sleep, the sight of the former King making Henry’s mouth suddenly go dry. He shouldn’t find the view so arousing, he shouldn’t want to rush over and pin the man to the bed and kiss him senseless, but he did. But he also knew that after what had happened there was no way that Richard would want anything to do with him let alone let him touch him, he had taken Richard’s throne, named him a traitor, and then let the man who had betrayed him, rape him. He knew whatever happened he had to make sure that Richard knew that he’d had nothing to do with the rape. He had not given Lord Stanley the order to abuse Richard.
Moving slowly, he pushed himself up to sit on the edge of the pallet, the bedding thrown back to reveal his naked body, a yawn escaping as he slowly stretched, pushing himself to his feet and wandering over to the closet where the garderobe was hidden, slipping through the curtained doorway to use it before returning to see if Richard needed to make use of it, he was pretty sure that the smaller man might be unsteady on his legs what with the after affects of the drugged wine and the rape. Having re-entered the chamber, he strolled nonchalantly across the room and drew on a loose robe, tying the belt firmly around his waist before turning to look at Richard. He was now sat up in the bed, although Henry was quick to notice that he wasn’t sat as such, he was actually in more of a kneeling position, not allowing his weight to rest on his sore rear. Moving closer, Henry inclined his head in a manner that could be construed as an acknowledgement of someone who in reality was his equal, after all to many of his new subjects Richard was still King, or would be if they knew he was still alive. The next few days would have to be handled very carefully if he was going to get the outcome he wanted. He would be King, Elizabeth would be Queen but as King he could make his own laws and that’s what he planned on doing, once he was crowned King he would have Richard as his consort as well.
Re: Fill: The Prisoner. Richard III/ Henry VII AU NC-17 Warning non con at first. 4a
Stretching, Henry suddenly got the feeling he was being watched, slowly he rolled over to find himself looking up into Richard’s big blue eyes, his dark brown hair tousled from sleep, the sight of the former King making Henry’s mouth suddenly go dry. He shouldn’t find the view so arousing, he shouldn’t want to rush over and pin the man to the bed and kiss him senseless, but he did. But he also knew that after what had happened there was no way that Richard would want anything to do with him let alone let him touch him, he had taken Richard’s throne, named him a traitor, and then let the man who had betrayed him, rape him. He knew whatever happened he had to make sure that Richard knew that he’d had nothing to do with the rape. He had not given Lord Stanley the order to abuse Richard.
Moving slowly, he pushed himself up to sit on the edge of the pallet, the bedding thrown back to reveal his naked body, a yawn escaping as he slowly stretched, pushing himself to his feet and wandering over to the closet where the garderobe was hidden, slipping through the curtained doorway to use it before returning to see if Richard needed to make use of it, he was pretty sure that the smaller man might be unsteady on his legs what with the after affects of the drugged wine and the rape. Having re-entered the chamber, he strolled nonchalantly across the room and drew on a loose robe, tying the belt firmly around his waist before turning to look at Richard. He was now sat up in the bed, although Henry was quick to notice that he wasn’t sat as such, he was actually in more of a kneeling position, not allowing his weight to rest on his sore rear. Moving closer, Henry inclined his head in a manner that could be construed as an acknowledgement of someone who in reality was his equal, after all to many of his new subjects Richard was still King, or would be if they knew he was still alive. The next few days would have to be handled very carefully if he was going to get the outcome he wanted. He would be King, Elizabeth would be Queen but as King he could make his own laws and that’s what he planned on doing, once he was crowned King he would have Richard as his consort as well.