The Twelve Days Chapter Two (Henry V x fem! Reader Arranged Marriage miniseries)
Summary: “You, luckiest of girls, are betrothed to marry none other than the King of England!” your mother cheered.
You must face your first royal holiday celebration- the Twelve days from Christmas to Epiphany- for your first time as the bride and queen of the new, young King Henry V.
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Warnings: SMUT close to the end, oral sex (fem receiving), discussions of sex and religion, and loss of virginity with virgin! Reader, and the death of children is briefly mentioned for the Catholic Feast of the Innocents.
The Third Night of Christmas
Your heart raced in your chest as Henry poked the potato in sauce with his spoon, flipping it over and scooping it around in the sauce but never eating it. Both of you were alone. Usually, your ladies-in-waiting would be positioned to sleep around you in your room, but the signal that your bed would be joined by your husband was their cue to sleep in separate rooms and leave the couple alone. He was dressed in his more serious, darker-colored shirt, and you in your soft grey dress.
But now your plates were colder. He hadn’t really “Dined” with you. You were not alone in a room since your wedding night.
“How are you, Y/N?” he asked.
“Very well, Henry. How was hunting?”
“Quite successful. No injuries. As much as I enjoy a boar hunt, it’s quite difficult.”
“What weapons did you use to hunt? Crossbows?”
“I prefer bows and arrows. Or the occasional spear. Crossbows get complicated. They lack the grace of archery, I think.”
Outside the wind whistled against the windows.
“My lady I…I wanted to apologize,” he said.