First story about the Tudors, Enjoy! Alternate Universe. Sorry for the short chapter, I just want to see the response before I continue.
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Growing up with a historian father made me really love the library. The smell of the books and all the wondrous information you could find were just aspects of it all. You could almost always find me in the history section, looking up books of past Kings and Queens. It fascinated me. Everything in those books had actually happened and to be honest I couldn't really get my head around it. It was my last day ever in this library that had been like a second home to me, not that I knew that. It was located in London, just around the corner from my apartment I currently shared with my gay friend, Ben. He was a great laugh and always gave me the best advice. I enjoyed going home to a cooked meal courtesy of Ben and a glass of wine every night. I was reading a book on Queen Victoria and Prince Albert. A love so great, it made me intensely jealous. I found it more than a bit weird that they were first cousins, but I guess that was normal in those days. They were so in love. I could only hope that I would find a love like that. These days I was studying so much that I had not time for relationships. Well I never really had. Still a virgin… for 22 years old, it wasn't ideal but what could I do? I needed to get my law degree. I closed the book and put it back in its place - I would get it out another day. Usually I would be in the library until it closed at 5PM but I had a paper due tomorrow and so I was leaving around 3PM.
"Excuse me miss," a voice interrupted my walk to the door.
Turning around I saw a young boy with tears in his eyes. I remember I didn't notice his odd clothing.
"Are you okay?" I asked.
He only replied with mumbling so I crouched down beside him. I put my hand on his shoulder to comfort him and that's when everything changed.
The next thing I knew I was being turned and twisted and falling in every direction possible. I couldn't open my eyes but I knew the boy wasn't with me. He disappeared as soon as I had touched him. Everything seemed to slow down and I landed on what I thought was a bed. Bringing my hands to my head, I slowly opened my eyes. I was in quite a large room. It was old, that I could tell. Whoever lived here was rich, and have a love for luxurious interior. I realised that my instincts had been correct when I thought I'd landed on a bed. It was soft and I think it was king-sized. I turned around to look behind and me and nearly screamed. There was someone sleeping in the bed. How they didn't wake up when I landed I would never know. I jumped up as they turned in their sleep. I walked backwards as the eyes of the most handsome man I'd ever seen opened.
"WHO ARE YOU? AND WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY ROOMS," he shouted at me once he woke up properly and saw me cowering in the corner.
"I'm sorry! I don't know how I got here. One minute I was in the library, and the next I landed on your bed!" I replied as quickly as I could.
"That's not possible. Why are you lying to me? Do you not know who I am?"
After he said that, I looked at him. Really looked at him. He had short auburn hair and light blue eyes and was quite tanned. I peeked at his clothing, but it wasn't what normal guys wore to bed. Thinking back to all the books I had read, it was most likely a 16th century bed shirt.
"I… I have no idea. I'm sorry if that offends you but I can't say that I've ever met you before," I said truthfully.
He sat up more, got out of his bed and stood so close to me that I could feel his breath, "I am the King of England, you must know who I am."
I gave a snort of disbelief, was this guy crazy?
"I'm really confused. Are you being serious? You're the King of England? It's not possible."
"It's the truth. I am your King. Henry the 8th. Now answer my question, who are you?" He didn't seem very impressed with what I had been saying. I mean this guy could be a serial killer, better just to go along with whatever he's doing.
"My name is Grace Fairbound."
"Of the Fairbound family in Norfolk?" He seemed genuine to me. There was no way I had actually gone back in time though. My only conclusion was that someone had knocked me out and this was a dream. Yes, that's what would have happened.
"Er… No. I'm from London."
He nodded and took a step backward, probably realising I was not a threat and looked me up and down. Though how could I be a threat… if all this was real, I was only a woman. A look of confusion passed across his face, "What are you wearing? I've never seen anything like it."
"Just a simple shift dress and pumps." Was this guy for real? I couldn't handle this. I felt sick. I felt tired. I needed to wake up from this weird dream.
"You're not from this time are you?"
I looked him in the eyes and saw he looked impatient. It was then that I realised I had not answered him for a long while. I suddenly felt faint. What I believe was 2 days later, I woke up in the very bed I had landed on after a strange encounter with a little boy.