Your smile is worth aВ kingdom!
She blissfully narrowed her eyes, imagining aВ face, aВ bastard! When, he learns that the king, raised her toВ aВ higher level! She burst out laughing!
Why are you laughing? My dear. The king asked her, smiling.
She exhaled with even greater bliss.
IВ see the twisted face ofВ your relative!
When he finds out the news.
Heinrich raised an eyebrow and grinned.
Yes, I think he’ll be furious, now Henry himself laughed.
She kissed him on both cheeks for aВ hundred times!
Heinrich, IВ adore you! You know!
He laughed.
Yes, my dear.
Oh, how, IВ adore you! He answered and pulled her closer toВ him.
So, they laughed and rejoiced, mocking the arrogance and arrogance ofВ aВ relative ofВ Henry. Which, apparently, forgot that Henry, the king!
King, bestowed upon Diana the title of Duchess of Valantinois. The royal relative, as Henry said, was furious at Poitiers’ ascension from countess to duchess. He hated her even more.
Chenonceau
As for the Medici, there is definitely the ascension of Poitiers on the pyramid of the nobility upwards. She accepted, blushing with anger. But, the Medici’s hatred for the Duchess now reached an epic when Henry presented Poitiers with one of the most magnificent castles in all of Europe. Chenonceau Castle on the Cher River.
Light, country residence was located not far from the city ofВ Tours. It was located near the eponymous village ofВ Chenonceau inВ the French part ofВ Indre and Laura. The castle was built on the site ofВ an old Renaissance fortress. InВ the surrounding area, magnificent gardens have been arranged. The castle was confiscated from the family ofВ the royal treasurer Thomas Boyer for debts byВ King Francis 1В and made part ofВ his property, and now it has been inherited byВ Henry.
Decorative windows on the roof gave the building aВ special elegance. On one side ofВ Chenonceau, there was aВ magnificent view ofВ the park. On the other hand, toВ the enchanting expanses ofВ the Cher River. The castle was just fabulously beautiful! Also, because ofВ its location. Only the queen should own it! The courtiers spoke. Catherine hoped that Henry would present her with this gift. When he gave it toВ Diana. The Medici almost had aВ blow. And it became completely clear toВ everyone. Who is the real queen!
And here Chenonceau appeared before Diana inВ all his glory. The castle was located byВ the river, as if hovering over it. It amazed with the abundance ofВ rooms and corridors with splendor and rich decoration inside.
Diana gasped!
God! Henry!
He’s great!
He smiled at her and answered simply.
IВ knew you would likeВ it.
She walked around as many rooms as she could and looked out the window at the river. She said enthusiastically.
Heinrich, you know!
The bridge is missing here!
He smiled at her. Seeing how happy she is, he said.
You can build at least aВ hundred ofВ them, Diana!
If you are missing aВ bridge.
Order it and they will build it forВ you!
She clapped her hands like aВ child with joy. The picture ofВ the bridge that she would like toВ complete was brightly inВ front ofВ her eyes.
It will be magnificent, Heinrich!
You willВ see!
Indeed, Poitiers completed aВ beautiful arched bridge across the river, which gave the impression that the building was floating on water. It was this missing part ofВ the complete picture that appeared before her eyes that made the castle just aВ magical palace on the water! And she enveloped the castle inВ aВ romantic atmosphere.
Also Poitiers on the other side ofВ the castle decided toВ decorate the territory with parks. The park ofВ the ChГўteau de Chenonceau and the orchard (one ofВ the most beautiful gardens inВ France) were redesigned
Chenonceau impressed with painted ceilings, tiled floors and an art gallery. Expensive tapestries, marble fireplaces and all the incredible luxury and beauty. Chenonceau became their favorite place, where they, together with Henry, arrived as much ofВ the time as possible that the king could afford toВ be away from Paris.
Diana stood naked with her back toВ Henry next toВ the open door, on aВ large balcony terrace overlooking their bedroom.
It was aВ lovely night. The full moon shone inВ the sky with its silver light. The night revealed all its beauty.
Smells and songs ofВ the night filled the world, the warble ofВ aВ cricket, mingling with the distant cries ofВ an owl and the divine singing ofВ aВ nightingale.
The night has filled the world with its mysterious beauty.
AВ river rustled somewhere inВ the distance.
The scent ofВ aВ climbing rose that strewn the castle walls, interspersed with the wet scent ofВ water, made my head spin.
Moonlight illuminated her figure, staining her white skin with a slightly bluish silver light. This gave the impression that he seemed to come from the most standing naked Poitiers. Enveloping her figure in a silver cloud and mixing with a waterfall of black hair, still slightly wet from Henry’s stormy embraces, falling down. Which, like a black waterfall, scattered over white skin, like a black river on white sand? She froze in place, fixing her gaze somewhere into the distance. As if looking beyond one of her guided horizon.
She stared into the distance, frozen inВ place, like aВ silver statue. Heinrich called her byВ name. She woke up as if she had returned from her fabulous country. She turned her head slightly towards him and looked at him with aВ slight smile. He was simply bewitched byВ this picture!
His heart skipped aВ beat.
He lay naked on aВ bearskin, one ofВ his trophies, which lay on the floor byВ the fireplace and was still lit at night as the nights were still chilly. The fire was dying out inВ the fireplace, reflecting on his slightly dark skin inВ gold. He spoke as if spellbound, not taking his eyes offВ her.
Admit it, Diana. Heinrich said.
Are you the immortal moon goddess Artemis?
Tell me Diana. Where do you hide your crescent tiara?
Admit it; did you come down from Olympus?
See how we mortals live here?
IВ promise toВ keep your secret!
What are you among mortals! He continued.
Looking at her hair whipping up inВ magical waves from the warm wind suddenly flowing from the open window. His heart sank and beat so hard that he thought he would suffocate and it would jump out ofВ his chest. She turned toВ him, smiling tenderly, answered.
Don’t say that to Henry.
Goddesses are jealous, you know.
Artemis will hear you speak and be angry with me. She sang inВ her own voice.
I’m just a woman.
She added, walking into his arms.
He held out his arms toВ her, wanting her toВ quickly be inВ his arms.
Diana. He said. Hugging her and huggingВ her.
Admit it, though.
Where did you hide your crescent tiara?
He added, barely audible, gasping for breath from his own heartbeat. Hearing its pounding inВ the ears and how hard it beats. Feeling enveloping, as if invisible covered her light, sweet scent. For some time it seemed toВ him that his head was spinning and he, taking off from the ground, was hovering somewhere inВ zero gravity among aВ billion stars. Somewhere far from the sinful land. Her scent enveloped him completely, like aВ million small silk ribbons, caressing his skin. This gave him goosebumps. Running all over the body with hot streams and pounding inВ the head and temples with his own heart. He completely forgot about everything inВ the world, except for her and her smell. Her hair fell inВ black streams over his strong shoulders and it seemed toВ him that aВ crescent moon flashed inВ them. This world floated away and became hazy. And he seemed toВ be inВ another world, unknown and beautiful, from which he did not want toВ return! She hugged him, wrapping her white arms around his neck. And he realized that he was inВ captivity, from which he did not want toВ free himself! That he would never live again without this sweet captivity!
That he never wanted anything more than toВ be captivated byВ her hair, her scent and her white tender body, now pressing against him. Feeling her tender and hot kiss on his lips, he pressed her closer toВ him. As if afraid that this obsession will disappear and melt away. He pulled her closer toВ him, kissing her soft, sweet lips like honey.
Meeting
Once, while inВ Paris inВ the palace. Diana, as always comfortably sitting on his lap, dangled her legs, enjoying their carelessness.
Honey, IВ have toВ go, said Heinrich.
But she didn’t want to let him go.
But Heinrich, don’t go!
You’re the king!
And you can do whatever you want! Capriciously pouting, said Poitier.
That’s because I’m a king. My dear Diana. I have to go.
Well, where are you going?! She continued not toВ let go ofВ King Poitiers.
ToВ which he replied that he had aВ meeting scheduled for this time and he was already late thanks toВ her, which he hated toВ do.
What kind ofВ meeting?! She snorted, moody.
Which meeting is dearer toВ you than me?! She pouted her lips again.
My dear Diana. The meeting IВ need toВ goВ to.
And believe me, I really don’t feel like doing this.
And I’d rather stay with you. But, unfortunately, I still have to go.
But if you don’t feel like Heinrich, you don’t have to go! She continued.
Raising her index finger into the sky and busily uttering it, like aВ very important thing. Why he laughed and answered.
Madam. Will you finally rise? Or should IВ put you on your own feet? The king continued laughing.
Poitiers shook her head, not going toВ get up from his knees and also continuing toВ swing her legs. He sighed.
Do you think IВ enjoy listening toВ the boring speeches ofВ courtiers?
But, it’s my duty, madam. Added by the king. Mimicking her gesture by lifting her index finger up and making an important expression befitting a king. This time Poitiers laughed. She put her arms around his neck.
Well, don’t go! She was capricious. Shaking his head like a dummy what did it mean? Well, say no, and don’t go. While making unhappy eyes.
He laughed.
Well, maybe you canВ go?
Look at how torment this is! The king laughed at his joke.
Here IВ go! Poitiers said, jumping off his knees. Frowning menacingly and stretching her hand forward, she shook her index finger at someone unknown.
And IВ will disperse all these bores!
So that these idiots don’t distract you from more important things anymore! She spoke importantly. By the more important thing, meaning that they do not get in the way of enjoying each other. The king was already enjoying himself heartily.
