The Secret: A Novel of Anne Boleyn (Tudor Chronicles Book 1) by Jepson Lesley

Author:Jepson, Lesley [Jepson, Lesley]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Tags: Henry VIII, Tudor, Book One, Secret, Chronicles, Anne Boleyn, Tudors
Published: 2015-12-11T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 15 - 1533

nne sat in her litter and gazed about at the people of London lining the streets to see her go to her coronation. They snatched their hats off their heads, and the women curtsied, but it was at the behest of the soldiers accompanying her parade towards Westminster Abbey from the Tower. The populace didn’t shout her praises until coins were thrown, and the cheers soon died away. She could hear some of them bless Katharine instead of her, muttering about the King discarding his one true wife for his Concubine.

Anne’s right hand waved to the crowd, whether they cheered her or not, while her left gently rubbed her swelling belly. Her ladies had laced her tightly into her stomacher, but Mary, lovely Mary, had seen how uncomfortable she was. Mary had let out her bodice sides with a few quick snips, after making sure her bodice was covered by her mantle, made from gold tissue. Then she had arranged her hair, uncovered except for a thin gold circlet which would be replaced by a crown in a few hours’ time.

Anne’s cheeks flamed as she remembered George stroking her distended belly last night, kissing his way up her body after giving her the most delightful, powerful, shocking climax she had ever experienced, using only his lips, tongue and fingers. She had never realised ……!

‘Is the babe mine, my love?’ he asked softly, kissing her swollen stomach and holding her dark eyes with his green ones as he crawled up towards her.

‘How can I know?’ she answered gently. ‘It could well be yours. Why do you think I submitted to Henry so soon after? We could have no consequences from our encounter to shame us. Shame ME!’

‘You talk of consequences, of submission. You don’t speak of love.’ He kissed her slowly, and she tasted herself on his mouth.

‘If the babe is yours, George, you know it was conceived in love. If not, I will still love it – it is mine, after all, and still as much a part of me as you are.’ He kissed her neck, her shoulder and moved down to her breasts, becoming fuller now as her pregnancy progressed. He worshipped their burgeoning fullness with his mouth, sucking and nipping gently until she began to groan.

‘Mmmm,’ he moaned quietly as she took him in her hand and guided him between her thighs. Tonight she wanted all of him, in any way she could have him. They moved together slowly, to stoke their passion ever higher.

‘Your Highness, the Abbey,’ the Master of the Horse broke into her daydream, and Anne realised they were almost at the place where she would climb down from the litter and walk up the Abbey steps, towards Cranmer and the crown. Henry, she knew, would be watching from behind a screen in the gallery. It was not protocol for the King to take part in the coronation of the Queen, but he would see her at the celebration afterwards.

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