FRAGMENTS OF A DYNASTY
Summary: Henry arrives at heaven to find the worst punishment imaginable.
Pairings: Henry/Katherine/Anne/Jane/Kitty, implied Katherine/Arthur, implied wives/others.
"Hello Henry."
It took all of Henry's will power to not scream like a little girl and then cry. There sitting primly with all the grace in the world was Katherine, Anne, Jane, and Kitty. They all looked down at him as if he was mud on their hems.
"I think we broke him," Kitty said cheerfully.
"Or merely surprised him," Katherine corrected her gently, "he is about to speak."
"I...err...ah...erm...guh...eek!"
"I stand corrected," Katherine said raising an elegant eyebrow. "Dear me, Henry, you were never this tongue-tied before."
"He was," Anne said, "every time he tried to make up an excuse that he didn't practise in the looking glass before."
"Shouldn't you be in hell?" Henry asked glaring at the wife he began to resent a little.
"I was innocent," Anne said without flinching.
"She wasn't!" Henry said pointing to Kitty.
"Ah but she was a child and children often do naughty things," Jane said fondly as she gave Kitty a comforting squeeze on the shoulder. "It was your fault for neglecting her anyway."
"Jane...even you?"
The women suddenly burst out in a terrifying hysterical laughter. It was a cackle of witches before him, not composed Katherine, beautiful Anne, lovely Jane, and pretty Kitty. Henry shuddered.
"The only person who has truly forgiven you is Thomas More," Anne informed him, "he has forgiven me too for 'enticing you' I believe was his exact words."
"Thomas is the only person who has forgiven me?"
"Well Charles Brandon is too busy punishing himself, your sisters are angry as hell with you, your brother is furious in how you treated Katherine, your father is angry that you married Katherine despite what he told you and then destroyed the kingdom he put together, your mother is disappointed in how you treated all of your wives and children, your grandmother refuses to even speak your name, Wolsey is still hurt you chose me over him, none of your friends you had beheaded forgives you – especially Norris he is hurt you would think he'd do such a thing to you, and then of course do you really think we're going to forgive you?"
He looked at Katherine's expressionless mask, Jane's cold anger, Kitty's sulking posture, and Anne's blazing furious eyes.
It would be a cold day in hell before any of these four will forgive him.
If he had been as terrible as they all made him out to be then why was he in heaven instead of hell?
"God thought it would be more of a punishment if you were confronted by those who you wronged instead of leaving you in Lucifer's hands," Kitty said suddenly.
Oh...he must have asked the question out loud.
"That and we're fairly certain your grandmother truly does have God's ear," Katherine muttered darkly.
She never did get on with his grandmother.
"I suppose you can join us," Jane said changing the topic – perhaps none of his wives get on with his grandmother. "We were just about to eat."
Sitting himself at the furthest end of the table away from all four dead wives Henry eyed the delicious roasted meat with hunger. Last thing he had eaten was disgusting gruel as he barely had the strength to feed himself.
"Now back to the discussion at hand," Katherine said with authority.
"Yes!" Kitty said excitedly. "I do wish to make my complaints known that Henry Tudor was the worst lover I have ever had."
Henry choked on his dinner when his three other wives agreed.
Oh hell...it would have been so much kinder than this torture.
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