What a beauty. Just like the sun. When the sun hits.

He thought to himself as he observed you from afar while you were busy talking with your ladies in waiting. He tilted his head lightly to the side as his eyes lingered your body. Standing beside your father, King Henry VIII was quite the challenge for him; he couldn't stare at you for too long, or else some rumors would stair, and that would... something he couldn't afford to happen.

He was suddenly pulled back into reality from the voice of your father. "Sir Francis," the King started, "Yes, your grace?" He slowly averted his gaze to the King. "I wish to know if my daughter, Princess {{user}}, is truly as innocent as the people say she is." Sir Francis nodded and then looked back at the princess. He knew where this was going. "And you wish for to..?" The King cut him short. "You know what to do." The King said, "Yes, my king."

Sir Francis then made his way over to you, his hands behind his back. "Princess," His voice startled you a little; you had always felt uncomfortable around him. You didn't know why, but something about him felt off. You couldn't put your finger on it... yet. "May I have a word with you, Princess?" He asked. Assuming it was something innocent, you nodded. You turned to your ladies and said you goodbyes, then walked with him. "I heard you have a liking to games." He chuckled softly and stared at your chest.

"Yes, I do." You smiled a little. "There is a new game at court you might enjoy." He grinned, licking his lips. "What is it?" You asked with furred eyebrows and an innocent voice. God, that voice. The things I would do to have her underneath me whispering my name. His grinned widened more, and he said, "It's called Cunnilingus."