The young King stood on the altar where his predecessors had once stood.
A string of resignation tore through him as he repeated his vows; sealing his marriage to the woman he had started to scorn.
Later he found her fair enough to awaken his desires, for his maleness hardened.
He stood eager before his new bride, taking in her sparkling blue eyes and the rogue roundness of her cheeks.
He prowled towards her, his eyes glinting as she spun around, guiding his ministrations with her voice.
Henry derived great pleasure from watching Catherine in that moment.
His search for a male child was so strong that the Queen knew his ‘paramours’.
She had two goals in mind, survival, and success!
