“No; it is not possible you should love the enemy of France, Kate: but, in loving me, you should love the friend of France; for I love France so well that I will not part with a village of it; I will have it all mine: and, Kate, when France is mine and I am yours, then yours is France and you are mine.”
I posted the line art and I got a lot of notes on it! Thanks to everyone that gave such kind comments! Please remember, if you printed the line art and are going to show off your colouring skills, give credit back to me for the line work. I am an artist by trade, so as much as I love sharing my work, I still need the credit and the attention. Never know where the next client will be from!
Anyway, here’s a low-res of the final copy. Mr.Hiddleston is in Toronto where I am for TIFF and would love to get a print signed. I don’t know if I will even have the chance though.
Thou art a flesh-monger, a fool and a coward.
Methinks’t thou art a general offence and every man should beat thee.
I desire we may be better strangers.
Thou damned and luxurious mountain goat.
The tartness of his face sours ripe grapes.
Thou mis-shapen dick!
Peace, ye fat guts!
You mouldy rogue
A fusty nut with no kernel.
Thou art a base, proud, shallow, beggarly, three-suited, hundred-pound, filthy worsted-stocking knave; a lily-liver'd, action-taking, whoreson, glass-gazing, superserviceable, finical rogue; one-trunk-inheriting slave; one that wouldst be a bawd in way of good service, and art nothing but the composition of a knave, beggar, coward, pandar, and the son and heir of a mungril bitch.
It was sort of hard to put this in words. I had thought the scenes, along with many others - almost into a full story, but it was hard to phrase it. Of course not hard to think of something because I absolutely love Tom and his role as Henry. Along with many others, Adam, Magnus, Sir Thomas from Crimson Peak, Loki and many others and I cannot help but come up with stories. Enjoy~! xx’
“Pardon me, my ki- I mean Henry.” you corrected yourself and a small smile graced his lips.
“Oh dearest, how much have I longed to hear this from you” he said, letting out a small breath.
You swallowed, feeling the blush creep up your cheeks. you looked down for a little while and then back up at him “If you don’t mind, may I?” you asked softly, extending one hand to touch his thin creamy-white shirt.
“Yes, of course. I couldn’t find a proper shirt to wear on my own.” he said with a slight chuckle.
You giggled softly and moved to the wardrobe, opening and pulling a red shirt from under a few others “I had made a few changes while cleaning” you said turning to him.
“It was very much obvious” he said with a smile, glancing at the vase with the fresh flowers inside.
You looked at it and then down at your hands with a small blush “I did not want you to return and not find some flowers on your bedside” you said with a small shrug “I kept bring new ones every day, in hopes that you would… return” you ended up whispering.
“Forgive me” he said in the same voice tone and you looked up at him coming closer to you.
“About what?” you breathed out, tilting your head to the side.
“For taking so long… to come back to you” he said with a hint of regret.
“It is not your fault, Henry” you shook your head, unable to keep the smile off from your lips.
“But it is, (Y/n)” he let out a sad sigh “I should have done my best to return soon to you, but I failed. I failed you and for that I plead for your forgiveness, dearest” he said, taking hold of your hand. Holding it delicately in his, his thumb brushing softly over your palm.
“You do not have to ask for my forgiveness, Henry” you said with a smile.
“Not from me” you said, your smile fluttering.
He opened his mouth to speak but you beat him at it, clearing your throat you averted your eyes from his and said “Now, if you’ll excuse me I must prepare you for your speech” you forced a smile.
He nodded his head and let go of your hand, rather reluctantly.
You brought your hands up, rather shakily, and started unbuttoning his shirt. Button after button you exposed his firm chest and then slowly more and more. You sucked in a sharp breath when you took in the sight in front of you. It was not a first, sure. You had been his maid for a very long time and it was one of your main jobs to take care of him in this way. The first time you had gotten to help him change his clothes you had found yourself blushing like a mad. He was slim but yet had a well-built chest as well as abdomen. But despite how much time passed you still found yourself just as much in awe as the first time.
This time, though, you could not help but frown in worry as you took in the sight of a wound on his lower abdomen. Before you could realize it, you extended one hand and brushed your fingers over it. He took in a sharp breath and you immediately pulled your hand away.
“I- I’m sorry, my king.” you said backing away from him, eyes set on the ground and lips pursed.
“Oh no” he breathed out “No, no my beautiful angel” he made a few steps closer to you, taking hold of your one hand and cupping your one cheek to make you look up at him.
“No, never” he breathed out again “Never think that I do not want this. Never” he whispered, resting his forehead against yours.
“You have no idea-” he swallowed, opening his eyes to look into yours “-no idea how hard this has been for me. Being apart from you for all this time… my love.”
You immediately felt a lump form on your throat “Henry, no” you whispered in a hoarse voice. He could not do this to you. He should not do this to you. Not now. Not ever. Even if you wanted to.
He pursed his lips, rubbing his thumb over your cheek “The thought of you was the only thing that kept me going. The thought of your soft delicate hands holding mine, touching me in the way you only can. The thought of your shining (y/e/c) eyes, brighter than the stars that grace upon the sky at nights, was present in my mind. The thought of my name rolling off your soft lips, sweeter than any other sound to ever be heard, kept me going on the battles. As my sword clashed with others, cutting through flesh and washed in blood I thought of only you. Please, I beg of you my love do not deny me this. Do not deny me this after so long. I beg of thee. Just allow me this once…” he whispered, his thumb brushing over your lower lip, letting out a rather sad sigh, closing his eyes.
“Henry” you said, swallowing the lump in your throat.
You wanted more than anything to wrap your arms around him, to take away all of his worries, to take all the weight off his shoulders. To ease his pain. To press your lips to his and tell him how much you loved him. But you knew you just couldn’t.
“Please” you added hoarsely, biting your lip to keep yourself from doing anything that you should not.
“Stay with me” he whispered as if he had not heard you, opening his eyes to look at you “Just for tonight. After my speech is over, please. It has been so long” he breathed out, looking at you with a pleading look on his face.
“We can’t” you said in a hoarse voice “You are my king and I am merely a maid” you said taking a step away from him “Your people- none of them would take nicely to it” you shook your head.
“No, not if I say otherwise” he said as firmly as he could “For me, it is what my heart longs for that matters. I shall be faithful to my people, help them and be the king they want me to but never, and I repeat never, will I let them control my life. For, if I want to be with you then I shall. Nobody will be able to take away the love I hold in my heart for you, my lady. And if need be I shall change every rule to be with you.” he said cupping your face.
“That is… if your heart wishes to be with me?” he asked a little more reluctantly.
You let out a shaky breath and allowed a smile to spread on your lips. You brought one hand up and cupped his cheek whispering “It has never wished more for anything else than that… Henry”
A smile spread on his lips as he nuzzled his face in your palm, his hands moving down to your waist and around you bringing you closer to him.