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The Red-headed Queens	By : peaseblossom_dryad Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Het - Male/Female Views: 3770 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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She’d known since she was two and a half years old that there was something different about her. That was when her mother had been killed. Elizabeth had been watching the execution from the windows of a nearby building and at the moment of her mother’s death, a light burst from her and shattered all the glass in the room. The guards had burst in to find the baby surrounded by shards of the dead women’s looking glass. Unbeknownst to her, Anne Boleyn had put a block on Elizabeth’s power, not wanting the baby’s strength to be known. In that moment, the child had understood that something was different and that something would have to be kept a secret.

Throughout her childhood, she had practiced anytime she had a spare moment but without a wand to ground her, she had to practice wandless magic. Luckily, she had the power to back her up. No one took much notice of her since she was declared illegitimate. So she spent her childhood conjuring dancing hankies and little playthings for her brother, Edward, for whom she cared.

Then, suddenly, in her fourteenth, everything had changed. She had learned she was not alone. It was shortly after the death of her father and although she was still deeply grieving her loss, she was aware of her new role to the kingdom. Catherine Parr, her stepmother was newly married to a certain Thomas Seymour. Catherine had generously invited Elizabeth to stay at her house to try to help the girl recover from the blows she’d been dealt in her short fourteen years, little did she know this act would change the young princess’s life.

Elizabeth lay in her new bed, late at night, and looked up toward the canopy, seeing the pricks of light shining through the little rips in the fabric, when she heard whispered words at the door. Seeing as she knew it was locked and the key rested between her breasts, she was not worried about her safety but nevertheless, her heart beat faster. Then her fears came true as the door turned and in slipped a man.

Her stepmother’s husband approached the bed and before Elizabeth could do anything, he pulled a stick out of his pocket, waved it twice while whispering again and Elizabeth found herself without a voice.

The tall man approached her, taking in the pert roundness of her breasts as her nipples strained against the cold night air and her creamy pale skin, lightly marked by smallpox scars. But it was her flaming red hair that transfixed him, her curls were fanned out over the pillows and the colour complemented her beautiful red lips as they opened and closed without sound.

And that was all it took, he was on her in a heartbeat, his lips crashing onto hers, his teeth bruising her tender skin. Although she was voiceless, the kiss left her breathless and she could feel a tugging in her lower belly, wetness pooling in her groin. Then he began to unless the stays on her bodice, allowing her breasts to be bitten by his insistent mouth, sucked on by his lips. Voicelessly she moaned, despite all her instincts, she wanted this. Then his lips traveled further down, toward a matching mound of red curls. He buried his nose in the hair while his tongue darted around her clit. She arched her hips up, and was suddenly paralyzed. He told her what a dirty girl she was; she was a whore who had always wanted his love. Now he was going to give it to her. She tried to move her body but it was stuck, again he’d pulled out his stick and said a few words.

His tongue was inside her now, venturing somewhere she’d not even dared to go. She was gasping to breathe, how could something so wrong feel so right? She wanted to buck her hips but she couldn’t. The tension continued to build until she felt nauseous and then suddenly, she came down from the high, fluid gushing out of her body, soaking the bed below. But he wasn’t done, at her release, he tore open his breeches and slammed into her. If she’d had a voice, she would have screamed, her insides were tearing. It felt like he’d driven a knife into her.

But just as suddenly as he’d gone in, he was out again and somehow, she felt empty. But then he was back, filling her body, slamming in and out, coaxing an involuntary response out of her bruised body. Then he gripped her shoulders and slid his fingers down her back, leaving deep scratches but it was almost over, he went faster and faster until she felt the euphoria again, she felt the clenching of her walls and then inside of her, she felt him, the throbbing as he released. He fell on top of her and in that instant she was free again.

She found her voice and could only sob but he quickly hushed her. He asked her if she wanted to learn, he knew her power, could see the glint it left on everything she touched. The only way she could learn more was if she agreed to be his, every night. Although her heart screamed no, her mind was more rational. She knew she would forever be scarred by the rape and therefore be unusable as a wife but with his help, she might have a hope of power so she slowly nodded.

He slipped out of her body and their mixed juices blended on her silken sheets. Elizabeth covered them in shame as he stood up and slid out of the room. Before he left, he promised to be back with a present tomorrow. Again, Elizabeth nodded, doing all she could to restrain the flood of tears that would come as she mourned her lost innocence.
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