Matt Ford

He flinches as his father hisses in his ear.

Get a grip, boy.

Later, in Mary's chamber, Darnley paces as she removes her jewellery.

Your council has deferred to you, but they have no respect for my crown.

Because I commend them.

He watches her move towards him.

Tonight is our wedding night.

Let us not speak of this now.

Just before we get down to it, I do like to talk about how to motivate stakeholders.

I don't think I've heard get your tits out for about 20 years.

Darnley feels his anxiety drain away as Mary touches his cheek, her wanton eyes beguiling him.

In this room, you can have all the power you like.

Darnley's eyes lower as Mary's dress slips from her shoulders.

He kisses her neck, is thrilled by her hungry response.

This is the first time he's felt in control all day.

He moves his lips to her ear, whispers.

Anyone who disrespects me, will you punish them?

Show them I'm in charge.

He notes the flash of surprise that crosses her face.

Henry, I... Darnley leans forward again and kisses her neck.