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Summer sensed movement about her, and shortly coolth seeped into the heat of her face. She forced her eyes open, confused as to why Bertha did not speak, and her eyes fell on Henry’s broad-shouldered silhouette. “Henry?” she whispered, thinking somehow she must be dreaming. She loved him, and he thought her only greedily ambitious. If ‘twas not a dream, what would he be doing here?

He turned as he heard the voice and looked at her, suddenly exposed and caught in her room. He could not fight the thoughts of what she had said to him and he looked to the ground.

“Forgive me, I had not been told you were unwell these days.” he said to her and he motioned to the book on the counter, “I brought you your book.”

She smiled slowly, certain it was a dream then. “Of course you are forgiven. Will you not read to me?” Only in a dream would the King care enough to bring a book to her, to change the cloth on her forehead. Summer reached out a hand toward him.

He looked at her and the smile was enough for him to convince himself that she was not herself, perhaps it was the fever that made her so. He stepped forward, as she took his arm, and he nodded as he picked up the book from the table.

“As you wish.”

Summer shifted around until there was space for him to sit on the edge of the narrow bed. One hand crept out to loop over his arm. ”Thank you,” she whispered. She watched Henry pick up the book, watched his mouth shape the words, drowned in his voice until her eyes slipped closed again. “Love you,” she sighed, almost inaudible in the edges of sleep.

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Summer sensed movement about her, and shortly coolth seeped into the heat of her face. She forced her eyes open, confused as to why Bertha did not speak, and her eyes fell on Henry’s broad-shouldered silhouette. “Henry?” she whispered, thinking somehow she must be dreaming. She loved him, and he thought her only greedily ambitious. If ‘twas not a dream, what would he be doing here?

He turned as he heard the voice and looked at her, suddenly exposed and caught in her room. He could not fight the thoughts of what she had said to him and he looked to the ground.

“Forgive me, I had not been told you were unwell these days.” he said to her and he motioned to the book on the counter, “I brought you your book.”

She smiled slowly, certain it was a dream then. “Of course you are forgiven. Will you not read to me?” Only in a dream would the King care enough to bring a book to her, to change the cloth on her forehead. Summer reached out a hand toward him.

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She’d not seen the King all day. Not that she was looking for him, exactly; rather the opposite, really. She shot until her arm bore a mark even through the archer’s guard, until her shoulders ached more than her ankle, until even the men were weary and departed. She avoided both supper and dinner, drinking until she had a violent headache.

Henry walked to her chamber rooms, and gently knocked on the door, there was a moan in response and Henry hesitated briefly before walking inside the room. He saw Summer lying upon the bed, a wet cloth upon her head as she lay among the sheets.

He placed the book among the table of her things and took the cloth from her head, replacing it with a cooler one. He turned to leave from the room.

Summer sensed movement about her, and shortly coolth seeped into the heat of her face. She forced her eyes open, confused as to why Bertha did not speak, and her eyes fell on Henry’s broad-shouldered silhouette. “Henry?” she whispered, thinking somehow she must be dreaming. She loved him, and he thought her only greedily ambitious. If ‘twas not a dream, what would he be doing here?

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Summer had finally cried herself into exhausted sleep. When she finally woke, late the next morning, the first thing she did was test her ankle, for she was determined to escape the confines of the palace. After some consideration, she bound it tightly within her boot and marched — well, hobbled, really — out to the archery targets.

The men there kindly ceded her a target after she demonstrated her skill, and one young fellow appointed himself her arrow-fetcher. But even archery wasn’t distracting enough.

Henry sat in his room, the book still in his hand – he flung it on the table and it landed with a loud thud.

The day had passed and he wondered – yet again – what should be made of this situation. For he did enjoy her company, and he – admittedly – did think her attentions only for the crown, for brief moments at time, but he also knew she was unlike any of the court.

Standing up, he thought he would give her the book and act upon her as if he had not heard any of her thoughts – for she would not wish to know that either.

She’d not seen the King all day. Not that she was looking for him, exactly; rather the opposite, really. She shot until her arm bore a mark even through the archer’s guard, until her shoulders ached more than her ankle, until even the men were weary and departed. She avoided both supper and dinner, drinking until she had a violent headache.

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He looked at how cold she had suddenly become, but he said nothing as he turned away from her, bowing slightly and murmuring a slight goodbye before he left. He called upon the nurse to see to her, and saw the slight questioning look in her eye – as if she would never expect the King to be interested in the girl.

It was later in the evening that he was in the library and he saw the book on the table, the one she spoke of having read, and he wondered if he should take it to her. He resolved to do so, but as he walked past her room, he stopped, hearing voices.

Summer had tried to resist, tried to pass it off as merely the effect of pain, but Bertha had known her far too long and refused to leave her charge alone without prying the whole story from her. Slyly, the maid avoided the topic at first, spending a long time brushing Summer’s hair, before broaching the subject.

“Willna tell what ails tha, lamb?” she coaxed, running the brush over the already smooth hair.

“I’m a fool of a girl, is all,” Summer mumbled, knotting her hands in her lap.

“Nay, could never be. Tell now, honest truth, pet. Hast hurt thee?”

Summer crumbled, turning to bury her face against Bertha’s lap. “He could never hurt me,” she cried. “‘Tis only myself to blame. I think I love him, Bertha, I’ve fallen in love with the King.”

“‘E’s a fine figure of a man, my lady, though I do say so. Why cry for it?”

“Because,” she sobbed, quieter now, “he’ll not see it. He thinks I’m only after his crown, his power, some ambitious chit of a girl who wants only to be Queen. It’s not, truly, not. I’d love him if he were, if he were the lowest in the kingdom, for his strength, for his kindness … he’s so terribly kind, Bertha, so very so. I wish he were not the King, for then I /could/ love him freely, but he could never see me, the daughter of a Kentish baron, as fit for him. But oh! Bertha, his hands are so gentle, he carried me like I was something to be treasured.”

“Tha art, pet, a treasure and a jewel.”

Summer lifted her head, tears running down her face. “I’m not, truly. Hopelessly wild and unruly and not fit for courtly society. Not fit for the King, not at all. So kind where he doesn’t have to be … “

Henry stopped as he neared the door, his hand on the doorknob as he wished to enter but then he heard his name. He was never one for prying and so that he should hear them talking about him – he would rather leave.

But the words stopped him, they held him captive and he could not help but listen.

She loved him.

She loved him.

It was something that he did not to think from her and for a moment he was shocked, stepping away from the door he began to walk away, not knowing what to do with the knowledge that she had spoken of.

Summer had finally cried herself into exhausted sleep. When she finally woke, late the next morning, the first thing she did was test her ankle, for she was determined to escape the confines of the palace. After some consideration, she bound it tightly within her boot and marched — well, hobbled, really — out to the archery targets.

The men there kindly ceded her a target after she demonstrated her skill, and one young fellow appointed himself her arrow-fetcher. But even archery wasn’t distracting enough.

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Her shoulders slumped. “As you will then, highness. I wished only that there be no debt between us. I’ll not trouble you any longer.” Summer turned away, staring into the fireplace.

He looked at how cold she had suddenly become, but he said nothing as he turned away from her, bowing slightly and murmuring a slight goodbye before he left. He called upon the nurse to see to her, and saw the slight questioning look in her eye – as if she would never expect the King to be interested in the girl.

It was later in the evening that he was in the library and he saw the book on the table, the one she spoke of having read, and he wondered if he should take it to her. He resolved to do so, but as he walked past her room, he stopped, hearing voices.

Summer had tried to resist, tried to pass it off as merely the effect of pain, but Bertha had known her far too long and refused to leave her charge alone without prying the whole story from her. Slyly, the maid avoided the topic at first, spending a long time brushing Summer’s hair, before broaching the subject.

“Willna tell what ails tha, lamb?” she coaxed, running the brush over the already smooth hair.

“I’m a fool of a girl, is all,” Summer mumbled, knotting her hands in her lap.

“Nay, could never be. Tell now, honest truth, pet. Hast hurt thee?”

Summer crumbled, turning to bury her face against Bertha’s lap. “He could never hurt me,” she cried. “‘Tis only myself to blame. I think I love him, Bertha, I’ve fallen in love with the King.”

“‘E’s a fine figure of a man, my lady, though I do say so. Why cry for it?”

“Because,” she sobbed, quieter now, “he’ll not see it. He thinks I’m only after his crown, his power, some ambitious chit of a girl who wants only to be Queen. It’s not, truly, not. I’d love him if he were, if he were the lowest in the kingdom, for his strength, for his kindness … he’s so terribly kind, Bertha, so very so. I wish he were not the King, for then I /could/ love him freely, but he could never see me, the daughter of a Kentish baron, as fit for him. But oh! Bertha, his hands are so gentle, he carried me like I was something to be treasured.”

“Tha art, pet, a treasure and a jewel.”

Summer lifted her head, tears running down her face. “I’m not, truly. Hopelessly wild and unruly and not fit for courtly society. Not fit for the King, not at all. So kind where he doesn’t have to be … “

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“If you had found me in the library, I’m sure you would ask me what I was reading, yes, highness? You have a quite fine copy of Lancelot, the Knight of the Cart, which I enjoyed very much. May we not speak of literature and fine writing? Surely such topics cannot excite gossip, and if it does, well, I care not. There is naught that may be said as could hurt me.” She tossed her head disdainfully.

He looked at her with a slight smile, he did not notice he was staring at her until she looked back at him and he shook himself out of the reverie.

“Did you enjoy the book my lady?” he asked her, “It has been a while since I have looked upon the library, John is the one most likely to be found upon the bookcases and the rows of literature and words.”

“Had I known that, I would have asked you some other where. Perhaps the gardens, or the stables, or the music room?” Summer swung herself around and stood up, carefully favouring her ankle. She approached Henry, watching his face closely. “My lord, I must admit, my motivations are somewhat suspect, for you have been far more than kind to me and I am impelled to repay that somehow. Yet you deflect my every attempt. What may I do to please you?”

He looked at her as she stepped forward, his eyes gazing down to her ankle as she walked towards him, and then his eyes were upon hers as she spoke, and he stood there – as if transfixed, but he showed nothing of it on his face.

“I know not what you mean my lady.” he told her, his arms still crossed over his chest, “You need not repay me by any means, I seek no payment here.”

Her shoulders slumped. “As you will then, highness. I wished only that there be no debt between us. I’ll not trouble you any longer.” Summer turned away, staring into the fireplace.

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“If you had found me in the library, I’m sure you would ask me what I was reading, yes, highness? You have a quite fine copy of Lancelot, the Knight of the Cart, which I enjoyed very much. May we not speak of literature and fine writing? Surely such topics cannot excite gossip, and if it does, well, I care not. There is naught that may be said as could hurt me.” She tossed her head disdainfully.

He looked at her with a slight smile, he did not notice he was staring at her until she looked back at him and he shook himself out of the reverie.

“Did you enjoy the book my lady?” he asked her, “It has been a while since I have looked upon the library, John is the one most likely to be found upon the bookcases and the rows of literature and words.”

“Had I known that, I would have asked you some other where. Perhaps the gardens, or the stables, or the music room?” Summer swung herself around and stood up, carefully favouring her ankle. She approached Henry, watching his face closely. “My lord, I must admit, my motivations are somewhat suspect, for you have been far more than kind to me and I am impelled to repay that somehow. Yet you deflect my every attempt. What may I do to please you?”

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“I would set them aright, and right swiftly too. ‘Twas my own foolishness and no other thing. Your grace could no more harm a lady than could fly.” Once again, Summer tucked her head to his shoulder, closing her eyes to better breathe in the scent of him. Perhaps she /was/ falling in love with her King. There were worse folk on whom to bestow affection, be it returned or no.

Henry smiled at her words, it was true that it would be difficult for any to believe that he would be cruel to any of the maidens, for there were far too many that wished to be in her position, to be cared for by the King. In fact there was more danger for her to be hurt by them, which made the King remember his place, he should not place so much attention to her.

He took her to her room and placed her on the bed again, hovering slightly over her as he lay her on the bed, his eyes met hers for a moment, and he blinked and stepped back.

“I shall call on your nurse to watch you.”

“Watching is too kind a word for what she will do. She wished me to lie abed all the day, can you believe? I would go mad straightaway.” She sensed his sudden withdrawal, and was saddened by it. “My lord, I am stronger than you think me. Will you not stay but a moment and converse with me?”

Henry hesitated at her words, and crossed his arms at her.

“And what would be said of the King in a young maiden’s chambers?” he asked her, with a smirk, “Would not that be very indecent of me to be so?”

But he enjoyed her company, she was unlike the other maidens that he had known in his time in the castle, all the other ladies who wished and vied for his attention.

So he humoured her.

“And what would you wish to converse of?”

“If you had found me in the library, I’m sure you would ask me what I was reading, yes, highness? You have a quite fine copy of Lancelot, the Knight of the Cart, which I enjoyed very much. May we not speak of literature and fine writing? Surely such topics cannot excite gossip, and if it does, well, I care not. There is naught that may be said as could hurt me.” She tossed her head disdainfully.

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“I would set them aright, and right swiftly too. ‘Twas my own foolishness and no other thing. Your grace could no more harm a lady than could fly.” Once again, Summer tucked her head to his shoulder, closing her eyes to better breathe in the scent of him. Perhaps she /was/ falling in love with her King. There were worse folk on whom to bestow affection, be it returned or no.

Henry smiled at her words, it was true that it would be difficult for any to believe that he would be cruel to any of the maidens, for there were far too many that wished to be in her position, to be cared for by the King. In fact there was more danger for her to be hurt by them, which made the King remember his place, he should not place so much attention to her.

He took her to her room and placed her on the bed again, hovering slightly over her as he lay her on the bed, his eyes met hers for a moment, and he blinked and stepped back.

“I shall call on your nurse to watch you.”

“Watching is too kind a word for what she will do. She wished me to lie abed all the day, can you believe? I would go mad straightaway.” She sensed his sudden withdrawal, and was saddened by it. “My lord, I am stronger than you think me., Will you not stay but a moment and converse with me?”