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@tinchentitri​ Look closely! I definitely need to write that one shot now, don’t I?
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Apart from the Taylor Swift's fiasco and the terrible Emmy speech. What other problematic things Tom Hiddles had did?
He was certainly over eager. If anyone looks back at his pre Taylor days he was mocked a lot of how over the top he was.
He also did steal Elizabeth Olsen away from her fiancé… but all is fair in love and war they say.
I mean he was kind of just over eager to have his career take off and a bit of a playboy. But that’s relatively harmless in Hollywood.
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A Forest Interlude
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Summary: Eleonore (OFC) discovers a wounded man in the woods near her home and seeks to heal him. Little does she know that it is none other than the heir to the throne, Prince Hal of England.
Rated E
Warnings: smut, sex fluff, angst, oral sex (female receiving), fingering, hand jobs
In this chapter: Hal’s reality comes crashing into his romance
Read the entire story on AO3
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Time seemed to have slowed almost to a halt as Hal watched the proceedings from the shadows of the doorway to the kitchen. His mood of just seconds ago, buoyant, lustful, and eager, shattered and turned to a panicked horror as he watched his brother Jon step forward and introduce himself to Nell. Desperately he tried to Will Jon to disappear, or at least to speak no further, that Hal himself might be the one reveal his true identity to her.
"And as for what I call your lucky guest, why brother and His Highness, Prince of Wales."
The words were spoken, impossible to be recalled. When he finally ascended the throne, years hence God willing, Hal vowed that his very first act would be to declare fratricide legal.  
"The Prince of Wales? Why what a fool I've been," he heard Nell utter in shock.
Watching her, the way her back stiffened and her head snapped up as if struck, Hal grieved for his Nell, cursing himself, his brother, all the world for inflicting any sort of unpleasantness on her. The men surrounding Jon, grasping leaches all, exchanged glances, chuckling amongst themselves, and Hal's hand itched to do violence to them. How dare they condescend to one so far above them in all measurable ways?
"Your Grace must pardon me, pray come inside," Nell said a moment later, wrapping herself in the poise and grace born of generations of nobility. "You and your fellows are most welcome here."
They would be more welcome at the bottom of the Chanel, Hal thought darkly. He should step forward, he knew. He should proclaim himself and rescue Nell from the situation she now found herself trapped in. Yet even as he knew this to be true, his feet refused to move. He did not think he could bring himself to look into her eyes, those lovely, fathomless grey pools that glistened like a calm winter sea, and see the betrayal shining there.
"Might I be so bold as to ask your name?" Jon asked Nell solicitously as she lead them a few steps further into the room. "And into who's good care my brother fell?"
The way Jon was holding Nell's hand was becoming problematic for Hal. His younger brother had always been a touch quiet, particularly in comparison to Hal. This had allowed the general opinion of the world to think him shy, even a touch innocent. In fact, Hal knew that Jon was far more perceptive, and far more shrewd than people gave him credit for. He had noted long ago the way his brother used his reputation to put others, particularly women, at their ease. They would find themselves drawing him out, comforting him, assuaging his shyness, and the next thing they knew they would find themselves in his bed. Hal would be damned if Nell followed such a course.
"My name is Eleonore D'Amboise, Sir," she told him, saying her full name for the first time in Hal's hearing. "My father is the Earl of Danbury. This house, though mean, belongs unto the Earl."
"D'Amboise! In sooth," one of the other men gasped, "oh fortune, smile you down! Perchance it then your mother is at home?"
Another round of ribald laughter, grating upon Hal's ears, greeted this question. The speaker, one Archibald West, was known to Hal, a younger son desperate for advancement. Silently he swore to make sure that the man was posted to the farthest reaches of Antipodes.
"She is, sir, but doth not receiveth guests," Nell ground out repressively. "I fear it is with me that you must deal."
"A hardship more for you than for ourselves," Jon assured her sweetly.
"I pray you all, be seated at your rest," Nell's voice was beginning to fray about the edges, "While I do go to fetch for you The Prince."
The bite on the last words was enough to convince Hal that she had had enough. Saying a silent prayer to whatever force might look out for wayward men, Hal steeled himself and stepped into the room.
"No need for that, my Lady, I am here."
As often happened all eyes instantly swung to him. He wished intently they had not. The men surrounding his brother were all quick to nod their heads in deference, even if their faces showed surprise or stark amusement based on their varying natures. Jon, a soft smile on his face that showed not a hint of surprise, raised a speaking eyebrow at Hal as he quickly took in Hal's casual clothing and the sling holding up his arm. Hal could see the questions unspoken in his brothers eyes, and sighed at the knowledge that a long and painful grilling was inevitable.
At last, reluctantly, he turned his eyes to Nell. Lord, she was beautiful in her anger! His first thought, fundamentally inappropriate, had him willing his over eager cock to stay still. This was decidedly not the time. As he focused in on her eyes, however, any stirrings of lust were quickly overcome by the icy cold deluge of regret. The hurt, betrayal, and worse embarrassment he saw cut him to the very bone. He needed to get her alone, he thought. To explain everything, as if there was an explanation sufficient to his crime
"Harry, thank the Lord that you are well," Jon said at last, as the accusing silence stretched out.
"I wrote to you as much, I do recall," he replied with silken malice, wanting to shake his brother for his ill timed arrival. "There was no reason, then, to seek me out."
"It seems you have a great deal to discuss," Nell's brisk voice cut through the tension between the brothers, "and therefore will I leave you to yourselves a go seek out some repast for your friends."
"But tarry, Nell, you do not need to flee," he pleaded, grabbing her arm as she went to go by him.
"Your Highness must forgive me, as I hope," she ground out, not looking at him. "For I am not attired as I am in fit state to receive such august guests. I beg you, Sire, give me leave to go."
The title, spoken with such a mixture of formality and loathing, caused him to release her from his grasp.
"Then go Nell, but I warn you go not far," he told her quietly, voice pitched so only she could hear him. "For you and I have much still to discuss, and know, my love, that if you try to run, that I will go to Hell to track you down."
Not deigning to answer him, Nell dropped a quick, graceful curtsy and fled the room.
"It never ceases to amaze me Hal," Jon said, crossing to clap him on the shoulder, "how it doth matter not where you do go, but there be some fair, beddable maid there. Tell me, have you seen the mother yet? If rumor and the daughter's looks hold true, she must put Aphrodite then to shame! Come, out with it! I know you've lingered here. And now 'tis clear the reason for your stay. So is it just the daughter you pursued, or had your way with both of the D'Amboise?"
Not thinking, but acting purely on instinct, Hal's good arm swung out to strike his brother a blow across the face. Jon, reeling backwards from the punch in a quite satisfactory fashion, was quickly helped up by his companions to look accusingly at Hal.
"You will not speak, Jon, of the lady thus," he seethed. "She has done nothing to deserve such talk. It is all to her skill I owe my life, for I was left for dead, if you must know. The lady found me lying in the woods, wounds to my head, my ribs, a broken arm, and brought me back here to attend on me."
"Forgive me Hal, I did but speak in jest," Jon insisted, eyes wide at Hal's heat. "I mean no disrespect unto the maid."
"Then give none, for I will not hear a word that anyone shall speak against her, Jon. For she is clever, kind, and generous. Her family name, though the Earl be exiled, is of the highest rank, impeccable. And as for Nell, the Lady Eleonore, she is herself so far above you Jon, or me or any of those here amassed, that we should look up to but kiss her foot. So keep a civil tongue within your mouth, lest I be forced to disconnect your jaw."
"Why, faith now Harry, this is a new tune!" Jon laughed, massaging his jaw as he did. "What, would you wed her that you speak her so? Indeed, she must be a true paragon to so impress the wastrel Prince of Wales!"
"Try not to be an altogether fool," he sniped back. "Come, I would have a word or two alone."
As Hal lead Jon outside into the sunshine, his mind reeled at his brother's words. The question, so idly put as it was struck Hal in the gut. Surely Jon did jest! Yes, Hal was rightly enraged by his brother's slight against Nell, and therefore sought to defend her honor, but what prince and knight would do less? He would not let so good a woman as she be slandered by anyone. Not when the only sin she had committed had come about at his hands. But marriage? That was years away, and no doubt destined to be to a foreign princess selected by his father more for her lineage and connections than for her figure or her mind.
And yet... that little voice whispered in his mind, if one were to look for lineage and connections, one could do far worse than a daughter of the D'Amboise family.
"In faith now, Hal, be not so wrought with me," Jon was saying as they sat on low bench in front of the house. "I did not mean to raise you dander up."
"Why came you here to seek me, tell me that?" Hal demanded, letting his inward thoughts still.
"'Twas not for idleness, nor mischief Hal," Jon's voice became serious. "The King, our father, seeks to have you home. I thought it better, having read your note, that I did seek you rather than his man. For, while I might make sport over your chase, I never would betray you to the King."
"Ah, thus I see you did act as a friend," Hal sighed, running his hand over his face. "And did receive for thanks nothing but blows. Forgive me, Jon, you caught me by surprise. The blow I landed you I should have rung against my own head, for I much trespassed. I had not told the Lady my true rank."
"I guessed as much, from watching her react," Jon grinned, much to Hal's irritation. "I must confess, it came as a surprise. If should did know who she had in her home, she might not have been quite so noble, Hal."
Jon had things so backwards that Hal could but laugh. He should be insulted, he knew, that his brother believed that his title might be the thing to attract Nell to him, but he himself had acknowledged that to most women it was great incentive. To his sweet Nell, thought, his name was the thing which he feared would come between them.
"What happens that the King doth call me home?" he asked, knowing he must return and dreading it.
"Why war, what else? The border with the Welsh is all ablaze with skirmishes and raids. It will be full out battle before long."
"With Wales, you say, why that is just the thing!" Hal smiled grimly.
"I beg your pardon? Why say you such a thing?" Jon gaped at him. "I never knew you to have lust for blood."
"Nor do I now, though I shun not to fight," he shrugged, mind racing. "But there are matters I must soon arrange, for which I will require our Father's aid. And if there be unrest with our Welsh lands, it happily doth lay the ground work out."
"And might I know to what these matters tend?" Jon asked curiously. "For you to seek a favor of the King, it must be truly something of great weight!"
"It is indeed a thing most dear to me," he said, picturing Nell spread out on his bed. There is a wedding I mean to prevent, for that the would be groom is but a worm."
"And what can war with Wales avail to that?"
"Why Jon, his sympathies lie with the Welsh, or in any case might look to do. And if he were to rise in his estate, and ally with a greater power still, by forging of a sacred marriage bond, our Father would be strong against the match."
"I see, 'tis good of you to let him know," Jon's attempt to look innocent would most like have fooled others, but Hal saw right through it and bristled at his amusement. "That he might scorch this fire or ere it lights. But tell me, brother, who might be the groom? And who the hopeful bride that you would cross?"
"The bride is far from hopeful, lest it be a hope that this cursed wedding may be stopped. And do not think to I know not what you mean," Hal glared at his brother. "I owe her Jon, and would not see her wed, where she would be unhappy, that is all."
"If you do say so, Hal, I'll take your word," Jon said.
"Speak not of this to any of your friends," Hal let his disapproval of Jon's cohorts sound in the word. "I do not wish it to be widely known. And while I speak of them, I want them gone. I do not trust a single one of them."
"Why, what a lark that you are grown so strict," Jon laughed out loud, rising and holding out his hand to Hal. "Have you no fear, I will away with them. But you, my brother, must be gone with us."
Hal closed his eyes, trying to deny the truth of his brother's words. He knew it was time. A summons from the King could not be denied, not even by the Crown Prince. His idyll here had come to an end, as he had known it would. If only he had a day more, he thought forlornly, or perchance a week. He had not even begun to discover the pleasure to be had with his darling Nell. Not that such pleasures would be granted now, but it was cruel that things should end when they had just begun.
"I will require an hour or two of time," he said, "for I must make amends to my hostess."
"Take all the time you need, my dearest Hal. As long as we are on the road today."
She would understand, he tried to tell himself. After all, he had not lied to her exactly. He had simply omitted titles. And in truth, it was no more than she had done herself. Except, he could not help but remember, she had come clean with the truth, confessed herself before they had consummated their affair. He, a coward, had remained silent.
Could she find it in her heart to forgive him? And would he be able to live with himself if she did not?
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