FRAGMENTS OF A DYNASTY
Summary: Elizabeth is struggling with the sexual advances from Thomas Seymour
Pairings: one-sided Thomas/Elizabeth.
The water was boiling hot.
It was not hot enough to erase the feel of his fingers brushing against her side, the feel of his lips upon hers, the feel of his legs in between hers...
There was plenty of soap.
There was no soap strong enough to erase his scent, the disgusting smell of his arousal, the even more revolting smell of his sweat and cum.
There was no one but her.
As usual. After all where was her stepmother when he cut her black dress into pieces? Where was her governess when he snuck into her chamber at night? Where were her brother, the king, and her older wise and fierce sister when the man began to molest her?
Where were her mother and father? Her powerful noble uncles?
There is no one but her,
Dunking her head under the hot water she pulled at her hair and scrubbed fiercely at her face. He had stroked her hair and called it the most beautiful mane in England, he had cupped her face lovingly, he had kissed her lips, and he had rested his forehead against hers...
There was nothing sacred and untouched left.
She scrubbed, and scrubbed, and scrubbed, and scrubbed. She kept scrubbing until she felt her skin ache and little drops of blood swirling into the hot water.
She was still too dirty.
She was the whore everyone predicted her to be.
No one will care that she never invited him, never enjoyed his advances, and never understood what was going on...
No one cares...she's just a dirty whore.
She felt something rise in her throat and she choked out a cry as hot tears rolled down her sore cheeks.
She will never be clean again.
She shall always be dirty.
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