Margaret Douglas's Bedchamber

~ I knock at the door waiting to be announced I heard that the Countess had just arrived and I wanted to give her a warm welcome ~

I make my way to my chamber after visiting my friend and notice a beautiful woman lingering outside my door-what a fortuitous night, I think.

I clear my throat as I walk past her and unlock my door...

Good evening, my lady...

Margaret left Christmas Hall for a while. She wondered why her brother Thomas was not there yet. So she decided to look for him. She ran until the door and entered in the room smiling "Thomas! What are you doing here? The party is star..." She stopped suddenly and her smile disappeared as she realized it was the wrong room. The woman in front of her looked annoyed and rather drunk "Oh...I'm sorry, my lady! I was looking for my brother. I beg you to forgive me..." She whispered, lowering her eyes while blushing

Hmph...
She is good enough, I evaluate as some fair girl bursts into my room. Slim but a little podgy on the face and her hair is flat. And those red farmers wife cheeks as well! Good lord...I dismay!
Definitely not my preference - certainly not a great beauty like my bitch of wife (despite her ill placed passion there is no doubt she is the greatest beauty for miles).
But none the less this one will be good for a game of sport.

Well you must earn my forgiveness. You can start by closing the door and pouring us some ale...

I am still drunk and weary from my trip to the brothel but I'll never look a gift horse horse in the mouth.

Margaret nodded and closed slowly the door behind her. She felt suddenly nervous. But she decided to obey her and poured him a glass of water. She came closer slowly and handed her the glass with a curtsy "My lady..." She whispered, lowering her eyes. Her breath became faster and her breasts kept on moving because of breathing

It is Your Grace. I correct sharply-fool.

I notice her attempts to seduce me-they are failing...
The way in which she glances with the pretence of being so innocent is so clearly false. She obviously wants what I want though so I simply say...

Well, get out if your dress then. I want you to lay with my husband

Margaret looked shocked at her. She gulped "What? I...I think I don't understand what you mean, Your Grace..." She said blushing, still looking down

I grunt and repeat, Get out of your dress.

I then sip the goblet and look at her in disgust, Water! I wanted ale!
What a stupid wench...

Get out of that bloody gown, I mutter impatiently.

Margaret stepped back, scared. She was really asking her to remove her dress. She put her trembling hands on her stomach and shook her head "I...I'm sorry, Your Grace. I...I can't give you what you wish..." She could hardly say. Then she stepped back more and leaned her hands on the table behind her

Yes you can and you will, I complain.

Now I am a drunk and rich woman. I am tired so if you want to be frigid leave and if not then step out of that dress.

She is utterly boring..,

Margaret looked at him, still breathing hardly "Your Grace...I promised that only my husband will have my virginity..." She whispered with trembling voice, feeling his breath on her

Good God woman! Leave now if you won't lie with my husband!. I bark and glare at her.

Margaret took a deep breath and kept on walking towards door with quick steps. She leaned her hand on the door and turned to him. She was still staring at her..

MOVE YOU WENCH! I shout.

Margaret got more scared after she shouted. She opened the door and ran outside as fastly as she could