Нет, серьезно, когда вот это
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ЭТО "And you… you're not a Queen, you're a... I will show you how much better I am now. I'm going to refresh your memory."
Henry pushed his wife against the wall, his eyes burning her body; she felt the pain his hands caused hers, her waist, her neck… He forcefully opened the buttons of her dress and started kissing her neck and touching her passionately while she desperately fought against it. It was unthinkable for Catherine to be in this situation, she always knew how to control everything but here and now she was incapable of doing anything to stop her husband. She wanted to find the right words that would stop her husband but she couldn't. She knew that the only one who would have helped her was their son Francis, but he was not here. And there was no one else in this castle who'd have the courage to defend her from the King.
"Henry, stop it! You're drunk and tomorrow you will regret it! For your best, just stop this, let's talk!" her voice trembled
He stopped for a moment, looking into her eyes with anger and desire
"Talk? Your words aren't worth anything! Did you talk to others before taking them in your bed? DID YOU?"
Henry pushed her even harder. He kept on kissing her neck and cheeks, trying to force her to kiss him back. And then he whispered in her ear, "You like this? Don't tell me you haven't missed me… my Queen!"
As the fear grew in Catherine she tried fighting more and more to free herself from his grip, but then he said, "The more you fight, the more it will hurt Catherine."
His movements became more aggressive and painful to her.
He threw her onto the bed as if nothing could stop him from doing what he desired. Catherine struggled like a wounded lioness, but she wasn't that strong. She couldn't fight back. She felt so fragile and helpless at this moment, like never before.
When she was no longer able to defend herself from him, her hands gripped the bed linen as she focused on just one thing: not to scream and beg. Her husband the king took her against her will that night. He made her feel ashamed and worthless… There was a tear in her eye. As Henry continued, the tear fell down the cheek. It was not the first but it wouldn't be the last tear caused by Henry, her husband, the King either…я чувствую себя гением...
А у ребенка - первый фик...