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Round 3 - Return of the Meme

Round 3 - Return of the Meme

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That's nearly the end of the storia, for onto the scene comes our much loved meme: HAIL TO THE QUEEN OF PROMPTIA.

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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.

Having acknowledged Richard, he enquired of him if he needed to use the garderobe, knowing deep down that the man would probably refuse any help from him. But he was greatly surprised when Richard nodded his head, shifting awkwardly to the edge of the bed and carefully easing himself down onto his feet, staggering as he tried to stand. Moving forward, Henry caught hold of him, slipped an arm around his body and helped him across the room, depositing him on the wooden seat before leaving him to his own devices. He guessed that Richard would call out for help once he had finished.

Knowing that he had many things to sort out before they started out on the journey to London, Henry called for his servants and advisors, demanding hot water and cloths, so he could wash and food enough for him, his advisors and Richard to break their fast. He wanted to get to London as fast as possible; he needed to be in the place from which the country was run. But now he did have a problem that he didn’t have the day before. He knew that for his own safety it would be best if he took Richard with him, but would he be up to the long ride after the treatment he suffered at Lord Stanley’s hands. They could use a litter for him to travel in but if he had even one iota of the pride Henry guessed he did, Richard would crawl rather than be transported in a manner used only by women. There would only be one thing for it, whether he liked it or not Richard would have to ride side saddle behind one of Henry’s most trustworthy men. Or maybe even behind him. That way they could talk and maybe reach an agreement on matters pertaining to both of their futures.

So lovely, I want more, and oh, Henry wanting to take Richard as his consort. Oh. <3

And oh, don't you just want to cuddle Richard ~~(Jim)~~ and say that it's going to be okay.

Five hours later, his new plan was in action and the weather seemed to be on his side, being neither too hot which made for uncomfortable riding as it was still deemed too dangerous for them to ride without basic armour on. Or cold and wet which was just as bad. Glancing round at the men riding in the leading phalanx, he smiled, all of them were his men, and people he trusted and knew answered to him, not his mother. Lord Stanley was in the next group back, guarded on either side by two men who had orders to cut him down if he tried to either escape or make any attempt to get at Richard. Richard was just where he wanted him to be, his arms encircling Henry’s waist, his head resting against his back, just between his shoulder blades. Smiling to himself, Henry looked across at his closest friend Charles; the man had strict orders to keep at eye on Richard, to make sure that he was alright, that the ride wasn’t too much for him in his current state.

Returning his look, Charles moved closer and quietly told him that Richard was currently dozing, something he’d been doing for most of the ride. The physician had told Henry that he was likely to do so as it was the human body’s way of letting itself recover from shock and injury, although his ability to sleep in the saddle proved how good his horsemanship was. Nodding his thanks, Henry thought back on the meeting that morning that had led to this.

By the time their food had been delivered, Richard had made his own way out of the garderobe, and had tried to get back into the bed, but had ended up bent over it, gasping in pain. Seeing this, Henry removed his robe and wrapped it around Richard, once more not wanting either his servants or advisors to see him naked. Then he carefully settled Richard in the chair that had been brought in especially for him. Then he’d quickly got dressed, his fingers doing up his belt just as everything arrived, servants laying food out on the table and serving weak ale to all present, including Richard.

Once all was ready, Henry dismissed them, walking over to stand before the fire before he started to question his advisors on how soon they could start out for London. He needed to be there so he could take over control from his mother; he dreaded to think just what things she would be setting in motion in his name. If he wanted the people to accept him as their King he needed to show himself to be a fair man, but he knew his mother was the kind of woman who bore grudges and was likely to be imprisoning people who had looked at her in the wrong way in the past. At first his advisors had been nervous to talk openly, all of them glancing across at Richard, unsure about talking in front of the ex King, but he had insisted that they did so. If Richard became his consort like he hoped he would they would be expected to discuss everything in front of him. Actually he hoped that Richard’s experience of Kingship would help him become a great King.

They reached the castle where they would be staying the night just before sunset, Richard now riding behind Charles as Henry’s advisors were worried what people might think if they saw not only the two Kings, but the two Kings on the same horse. With Richard behind one of his men people might not even realise just who he was, they might just think that swathed in his long cloak that he was one of the men’s wife or mistress. Dismounting, Henry wanted to go and help Richard down from the saddle but he knew that that would make people want to know who the mysterious person was, and he couldn’t risk someone pulling back the hood of Richard’s cloak, it was the only thing that hid him from public view. So while he stood there and accepted the grovelling and flattery, Charles discreetly escorted Richard inside and up to the chamber that had been reserved for Henry, servants watching with great interest. Within the hour rumours were spread that the cloaked person was the Kings mistress.

oh, i love where this is going, and how well Richard is being looked after! can't wait for more :D

Glad you are liking it.

The next morning saw a much happier Richard health wise, the evening before a bath tub had been prepared for Henry in his chamber as it was considered good manners to provide your honoured guests with a hot bath. And much to Richard’s great surprise and pleasure, Henry had insisted that he make use of it first. A long soak followed by a thoroughly cleaning left him feeling much better, the heat having eased many of the aches left from the rape and the battle. While Henry had gone down and eaten in the great hall, Richard had dined in the bed chamber, but not on his own, Charles had stayed with him just in case the brooding Lord Stanley got any ideas about causing him more harm. And the physician had come in to make sure that the long ride had done him no more damage and had stayed to eat as well. He’d retired to bed before Henry had returned and the first thing he’d known about Henry sharing the bed had been when he’d woken up first thing desperately needing to use the garderobe.

Returning, he quietly drew on the fur lined robe that Henry used, wrapping it firmly around himself before going over to look down at the man who he’d slept soundly next to. He couldn’t believe that he hadn’t even noticed that he wasn’t alone. Had he been that tired, or was it because his sub conscious knew that he was quite safe with Henry by his side and could let him slumber in peace. Shivering slightly, he made his way over to the fireplace and dropping to his knees carefully started to make up the fire, gently coaxing it into life, adding some kindling before placing a couple of carefully selected logs on top. Lifting the heavy iron poker to stir up the ashes. It was then that he realised that he was holding what could be deemed to be a weapon, all it would take was one well placed blow and Henry would be dead. A sudden wave of nausea flooded him, the poker dropping from his numb hand to land on the floor with a dull thud, his head falling into his quickly raised hands, his frame shaking. Too many had already died and if he killed Henry many more deaths would follow.

Moments later, pair of arms were wrapped round him, a voice deeper than his murmuring soft words of comfort while rocking him gently. He knew without looking up that he was being held safe in Henry’s arms, and that the man must have seen what could have happened if he had been a much harder and perhaps braver man. Once he’d stopped shaking, Henry loosened his hold on him, allowing him to sit back on his heels, although he still kept one arm draped loosely across his shoulders. Lifting his head, Richard nervously brought his eyes up to meet Henry’s, fear clouding his normally bright blue eyes. Would the knowledge that he could have killed him make Henry treat him as most of his advisors thought he should, would he now find himself in chains, dragged along for all to see before meeting his end on the scaffold.

Reading the fear written on Richard’s face, Henry did the first thing that came into his mind as a way of removing that fear, leaning forward he pressed a kiss to Richard’s lips, not stopping until he realised that the fear had been replaced by surprise, the blue eyes wide, yet not afraid. Lord Stanley’s attack had not destroyed the real person deep inside the man. Searching Richard’s face, he saw nothing to make him stop, so leaning back in he kissed him again.

have to say this fic has really grown on me. great stuff anon x

Two days later and they were on the final ride into London. As had been their habit for the last two days Richard was riding behind Henry although today was the first day that he’d tried riding astride the horse. Not that he thought he’d be riding that way the entire day; he was now finding it a trifle uncomfortable and was unsure that he could manage to keep it up. Unfortunately as they neared London, the horses were kicked into a faster pace, Henry wanting to reach the city before the gates were closed at sunset so he had to keep quiet and accept that he would be extremely sore by the time they reached the Tower.

The last two days had been a revelation to him, Henry had treated him with all of the courtesy that would be due to a queen or princess and had made it clear to all of his advisors, lords and knights that they had to do the same. What would happen when they reached London and Henry came up against his mother, the formidable Margaret Beaufort, Richard had no idea, he was certain that she would demand his immediate death, but having seen just how stubborn Henry could be he guessed it would be a close run battle. It would also be nasty, that he was sure of, and he knew that he didn’t want to be present when it took place.

Of course there were also the kisses to think about, he knew he should have been disgusted and should have pulled back when Henry had first kissed him but it had felt right. The kisses had been soft, undemanding and if he was perfectly honest he had felt a slight spark run through him as their lips had met. He hadn’t felt that since before his wife had died, no one had fired his senses like that since then. But Henry had. And it did confuse him. He’d always been taught that a man had to lay with a woman, that a man lying with another man was a sin against God. But if so why had it felt so good, was he committing a sin by enjoying Henry’s kisses.

And they hadn’t been the last ones. Each night they had slept in the same bed and Henry before they settled down to sleep had gently kissed him, soft undemanding things that had done nothing to scare him, but had been a gentle forewarning of what was to come in the future. He knew that Henry would want more, he was a virile man after all, and he would not always be satisfied by sweet kisses. He would expect Richard to yield completely to him, to give him his all. And at the moment he knew that there was no way he could do that, the thought of doing what Lord Stanley had done to him with anyone made him sweat with fear. But somewhere at the back of his mind was the memory of the pleasure that had flooded his body during the act. Maybe if he was with someone he respected and had feelings for he could perhaps learn to accept and enjoy such an act. As long as they didn’t tie him up or blindfold him.

A sudden yell drew him out of his thoughts, not a mile away they could see the City of London, the road leading down to his future life as what? Would Henry bow to his mother’s demands and have him executed, would he spend the rest of his life as a prisoner in the Tower? Or would Henry have his way and have both a Queen and an ex King as his consorts. Richard knew he would find out very soon. And he was surprised to realise that he wasn’t ready to die just yet.

They had been met by a party of soldiers about a quarter of a mile outside the city, the man leading them a lord that Richard knew he should really recognise but at that moment couldn’t place a name to. As both parties halted and the leaders walked their horses up to meet, Richard discreetly pulled his hood up to cover his face, he’d gotten use to doing this whenever they came upon people as Henry deemed it safer for him if people didn’t realise who he was. Richard knew that there would be people who would willingly help him if they knew he was alive, but he now knew deep down that keeping up the war just wasn’t an option. If Henry could keep him safe and alive then he would be happy to stay silent and in the background, he would be quite happy if Henry sent him away to a secluded manor to live out the rest of his life. He had no idea that Henry’s plans included him taking a much more public role.

Deciding it was easier for them to talk on foot Henry waited for Richard to dismount first, the ex King wincing as he slid down from the horse, his knees buckling as his feet hit the ground, a shaft of pain spearing up through him from the ride. Luckily Charles had already dismounted and had come over to aid him down, his arms quickly encircling Richard, keeping him upright and drawing him away from the many interested eyes watching and wanting to know who the stranger riding behind Henry was. The gossip about a mistress riding with the new King had already reached the city and all wanted to see who the lady was. Watching Richard limp away, Henry had to fight down the urge to go to his aid, he could see his physician already making his way to Richard’s side. He silently chastised himself for not thinking about Richard’s comfort on the days ride, he should have realised that sitting astride for too long would be painful for him; he should have insisted on stopping so Richard could change back to a side saddle position. He would make amends once they were safe in the Kings suite at the Tower.

Once the welcoming party had greeted Henry and explained that they would escort him and his party into London, those riders who had dismounted while the meeting took place, now remounted, and one of the squires had removed the saddle pad from behind Henry’s saddle and had placed it on Charles’ horse, the knight remounting before leaning down to clasp Richard’s hand, while the squire gave him a hand boost up to settle side saddle behind him. Once Henry was sure that everyone was ready, they set off, the senior lord in the greeting party riding at his side. The ride into London went without a hitch; although the crowds of people stood on the streets to see their new King enter the city was an unnerving thing for all. Sat on the saddle pad behind Charles, Richard could not help but think back to the last time he’d ridden through the streets with the people cheering him. He didn’t want to feel slightly smug, but the cheers greeting Henry seemed muted to say the least. Privately he wondered if Margaret Beaufort’s rule was already making Henry enemies.

Riding in over the drawbridge at the Tower, Richard couldn’t help but glance up at the tower where his nephews had lived and supposedly met their end at his hands. He knew that they were safe and where they were as did their mother and sisters, but none of them would ever reveal that Edward and Richard were safe in Burgundy with their Aunt. Maybe when they were old enough then they could decide whether they should try and regain the throne, but that would be their decision not his.

Drawing to a halt in front of the King’s Suite, they were met by another welcoming group, this one led by Margaret Beaufort and included his niece, the Lady Elizabeth, the soon to be Queen. Swallowing nervously, Richard watched as Henry dismounted and went to greet his mother, bowing to her before he kissed her hand, a frown crossing Richard’s face as he took in the fact that he didn’t try to hug his mother as Richard or his brothers would have done when his mother was alive. It made him wonder if Henry actually had any emotional feelings for the woman who had given birth to him. Now while Henry greeted Elizabeth, one of the squires helped Richard down from behind Charles, the knight dismounting to take his arm and lead him into the apartments before anyone noticed them. But they didn’t get that far; Margaret Beaufort had heard the rumours and wanted to see who the lady who was sharing her son’s bed was.

She accepted that a man needed a mistress but she needed to see if this lady was of suitable birth to be bedded by the King. Striding over she intercepted Richard and Charles, reaching up to throw back the hood of Richard’s cloak, her jaw dropping when she saw who was stood there, her face darkening with rage before she lifted her hand and slapped Richard across the face. Henry rushed to her side, grabbing her wrist and forcing her to yield ordering Charles to take Richard inside, neither him or his mother noticing that Elizabeth on seeing her uncle had beamed, the happiest smile lighting up her face since the news of her uncle’s death had been given to her. Her future mother-in-law might not want Richard there but to Elizabeth it meant that she had an ally in her battle with the woman who wanted to rule the country through her future husband.

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Round 3 - Return of the Meme

Re: Fill: The Prisoner. Richard III/ Henry VII AU NC-17 Warning non con at first. 4a

Re: Fill: The Prisoner. Richard III/ Henry VII AU NC-17 Warning non con at first. 4b

Re: Fill: The Prisoner. Richard III/ Henry VII AU NC-17 Warning non con at first. 4b

Re: Fill: The Prisoner. Richard III/ Henry VII AU NC-17 Warning non con at first. 5

Re: Fill: The Prisoner. Richard III/ Henry VII AU NC-17 Warning non con at first. 5

Re: Fill: The Prisoner. Richard III/ Henry VII AU NC-17 Warning non con at first. 5

Re: Fill: The Prisoner. Richard III/ Henry VII AU NC-17 Warning non con at first. 6

Re: Fill: The Prisoner. Richard III/ Henry VII AU NC-17 Warning non con at first. 6

Re: Fill: The Prisoner. Richard III/ Henry VII AU NC-17 Warning non con at first. 7

Fill: The Prisoner. Richard III/ Henry VII AU NC-17 Warning non con at first. 8a

Fill: The Prisoner. Richard III/ Henry VII AU NC-17 Warning non con at first. 8b