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Anne looked out the window of the Queen’s Compartments. The sun was setting, it was a cool evening in May. It was the seventeenth, and Anne knew what was coming. She would face her execution head on in two days’ time (no pun intended), and she was determined to have the last laugh. She brushed out her raven black hair, leaving her hair to cascade down her shoulders to her waist. The black dress she wore was rather stylish (and matched her hair) for her own execution, but she wanted to be remembered.

It was only customary that she chose black - black dresses also suited her complexion fairly well. She paced back and forth, saying prayers softly to herself. Anne prayed for Henry, her ex-husband, she prayed for her little girl, Elizabeth. Anne prayed for her country, asking God that He could keep England from falling apart. She grabbed a writing quill from her desk and went to the wall that had a window there. She scratched her name into it, Anne the Quene. Once her name was immortalized on the Tower wall, she smiled. At least her name would not be forgotten, even if Henry decided to completely remove her from his life. That narcissistic pig, she thought, how could he? Anne knew she was innocent, but there had been no time to prove it. One tower constable came to her, stepping into her chambers. He cleared his throat.

“The French executioner arrived this morning from Calais, my lady,” the constable said, gently.

Anne laughed heartily and responded,

“I heard that the executioner is very good, and at least I have a little neck!”

She wrapped her long fingers around her neck, her hands completely wrapping around it. The constable was taken by surprise at her efforts to make a joke at such a time as this, but he had to hand it to Anne for trying.

“It’s a small mercy at least on part of my ex-husband, do you not agree?” Anne asked, removing her hands from her neck and twirling around in her dress. “At least my head will come off swiftly and not be hacked into a million pieces.”

“My lady,” the constable reprimanded, clearing his throat again.

“What? It’s not lady-like, is it, to talk about my own upcoming death?” Anne wondered.

“Is there anything I can do for you? I can fetch a priest for you to say your final confessions.”

“Yes, that might actually be a good idea. Fetch me a priest, will you and some wine. I need to write my confessions to Henry and plead with him my innocence one last time.”

The Tower constable nodded, agreeing to her last wish and sent for a priest to hear her story. He commended Anne and thought she was honestly brave for facing this demise. The constable would have thought she’d been more emotional and in a state. He sent out the messenger on horseback to the nearest church to fetch a priest. Around eight-thirty that night the messenger returned with the clergyman on horseback and they dismounted, tying their steeds to the post near the entrance gate of the Tower. The constable led them up the turret staircases and finally to the Queen’s Compartments. The constable grabbed his supply of keys and found Anne’s key, he’d specifically marked that with an ‘A’ so he remembered which one was which.

The Constable opened the door and let the priest in. She curtsied and greeted the priest graciously. The priest kissed the back of her hand and she offered him a seat. A servant returned with a flagon of wine and two silver chalices. Anne poured herself some wine and offered her guest some too. He kindly refused.

“Suit yourself, this is from Burgundy, one of the best.” Anne replied.

“Well, I suppose a little wouldn’t hurt. Our Lord’s first miracle after all was turning water to wine at the wedding in Cana.”

“What may I call you, good sir?” she asked.

“I am Father Thomas Batton, my lady.”

“Father Batton, thank you for coming to hear my testimony. I am going to tell you my truth from the very beginning. This is going to be a long night, but as you can see - I don’t have much time left. Feel free to write this stuff down, I want it remembered and accurately.” Anne continued, waving her hand at the end towards Father Batton.

“Very good, my lady,” Thomas agreed, pulling out a journal.

Anne gave him her inkwell and pen and he opened the journal to the first page.

“How far back are you going to go when you mean the very beginning?”

“Well, I suppose I should start with my teenage years. I grew up here in England with my brother and sister, George and Mary. It was a fairly quiet childhood, of course we were with our governess most of the time. My mother arranged our education until Mary and I turned twelve and thirteen. When we came of age, our father decided that we ought to go to the Netherlands and France with him as he was to be a part of the royal court there as a diplomat for our king. Naturally, our darling father wanted us to have good positions, so I was entrusted to Margaret’s inner circle, and Mary was sent to France. Margaret was the daughter of Emperor Maximilian.”

Anne drank some wine to quench her parched mouth. She poured herself some more and tried her best to recount every detail of being in the Netherlands and France. It feels like a lifetime ago when they had been there. Anne wished she could go back in time, hoping for some miracle that she could warn her younger self not to be a fool and marry Henry - fucking - Tudor. In her minds’ eye, she could see that time again.

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The Netherlands had been far different than England. Anne looked out from the English galleon ship that had transported her family across the Channel to the neighboring country. It had been a rough journey and Anne was glad to be off that damn ship. Thomas had urged his daughter to make haste and go to the carriage that had been waiting for them. The Dutch court didn’t wait or appreciate tardiness.

Particularly Holy Roman Emperor, Maximilian - Thomas was frantic to get to the royal palace to pave his way through the emperor’s antics. Several years ago, he had commanded that his only son and legitimate heir would marry Joanna of Castile, as her sister Katherine would marry a prince also (first Arthur, bless him, then Henry). Turns out, she had gotten obsessed with her husband and accused him of adultery among other things. Maximilian did what he could to recover the relationship between Joanna and Philip, but she was starting to become raving mad, according to the emperor. That was what the rumors had been from whispers of the Spanish court.

Thomas ushered his daughter and urged the driver to go quickly. The two carriages made their way through The Hague to Innsbruck and to the royal palace. The Imperial Palace was a vast building and recently finished at the turn of the century, Thomas had told his daughter. Anne gazed out the window in shock when the palace came to view.

“Father, look at this place!” Anne exclaimed, shocked.

Thomas Boleyn smiled at the eagerness his daughter had for travel and seeing new places. Anne would be here in Holland and Mary was off to France to be a lady-in-waiting to Mary Tudor, the king’s sister - who would be marrying Louis XII.

“His Majesty has been so delighted with us that he has offered a position in the court of his daughter, Margaret. You will be in her inner circle as a lady-in-waiting.” Thomas announced, with a twinkle in his eyes. “I pray you conduct yourself accordingly and try to win as many favors from Princess Margaret as you can, my girl.”

“I will, Father, with our English charm, I don’t doubt we’ll win the court over in no time.” Anne quipped, raising her brow.

The girl giggled and continued to stare out the carriage window, admiring the spectacle of Maximilian’s approaching court. The carriages came to a halt near the entrance. Her father stepped out first, greeted by the Holy Roman Emperor himself in a warm embrace and a kiss on each cheek. Thomas bowed graciously before the emperor and gave immense praise for the court and showing gratefulness for being able to return. Anne heard her father mention her names. She dared to peek outside of the carriage, her raven-black hair falling down her shoulders. Emperor Maximilian peered out from behind Thomas.

“Anne, come on out, the emperor would like to meet you.”

The young lady hopped out of the carriage gracefully, Anne approaching the emperor with such elegance it almost looked like she was floating towards him. Emperor Maximilian smiled at the young lady, utterly astounded by her beauty. Anne curtsied low and bobbed up with such grace.

“Welcome to Holland, my dear lady. The court awaits you! My daughter Margaret will meet with you inside, if you will follow your father and me, we shall give you the grand tour!” Maximilian exclaimed, robustly, clapping his hands together and rubbing his palms.

“I thought only the king’s men gave tours to guests, not the king himself!” Anne exclaimed, with a playful grin.

Maximilian chuckled heartily and clapped his hand on her shoulder, causing the young Anne to glance at her father uncomfortably.

“Such a delightful child, Thomas, come!” Maximilian urged, ushering his esteemed guests into the palace.

Thomas and Anne had walked behind the emperor, Anne not bothering to listen as the emperor showed everything and gave them history lessons about the palace, even though it had only recently been constructed. They weren’t so much history lessons as much as it was Maxmilian telling them detailed accounts how accurately everything had been built, according to his desires.

Anne sighed heavily, knowing this was going to be a LONG afternoon, indeed, listening to the monarch proudly boast about his latest residence. He led them through corridors and up flights of stairs, also stopping frequently to talk to them obsessively over certain paintings he had acquired from around the content, and he would even discuss how much it had cost for one, the framing alone.

“How much longer must we endure this?” Anne muttered, as quietly as she could.

Anne shouldn’t have outwardly groaned, she would have remained passive, stoic and well-behaved as a lady-in-waiting ought to behave. Instead, she did sigh; she had sighed a little too loud considering Thomas turned around and glared at her.

“Whatever is the matter, dear girl?” Maximilian inquired, peering behind Thomas’ shoulder to look at the raven-haired girl.

“I apologize, Your Imperial Majesty, I was simply admiring this painting. I did not realize how much one painting could really speak to an individual such as myself!” Anne lied, staring up at it in ‘awe’.

It was a portrait of Emperor Maximilian himself standing proud in his royal embellishments and fur cloak, like a god before them - showcasing his magnificence.

“You, my dear, have an eye for fine art!” Maximilian complimented, pointing a fat, sausage-like finger her way. He smiled and chuckled. “Now, let us go meet my daughter, Margaret. She has been waiting for you, Thomas, to introduce Anne to her.”

The trio made their way to the royal apartments belonging to Princess Margaret. Princess Margaret sat with her other ladies when the emperor made himself known. She rose and greeted the emperor, as did the women amongst her.

“My dear Maggie, you remember Thomas Boleyn - our English diplomat?” Maximilian inquired, pulling Thomas forward.

“Good afternoon, my lord, I trust you had a pleasant journey to our lovely country?”

“The Channel was a little rough, but nothing we English can’t handle, eh Anne?”

Anne stepped forward, curtsying before the princess. Margaret got up and offered her hand to the young lady. She smiled at the tween and was instantly delighted with Anne.

“Thomas, I hope you do not mind my saying so - you have a lovely daughter; and while you are here, I should like for her to be included as my lady-in-waiting. It will be good practice for her, should she have her own royal courts one day.”

“We would be most honored by the position, thank you, Your Highness,” Thomas exclaimed, utterly shocked.

He bowed gratefully and kissed the back of Margaret’s hand. She smiled and glanced at her father.

“I imagine you both must have many meetings to attend to. I can promise you, my lord, that your daughter will be safe in my company. She can accompany me and my ladies. We are going to continue our little game of charades. And then, take luncheon in the gardens.”

“May I stay with Her Highness, Father, please?” Anne asked, pleadingly.

The emperor, the princess and earl all laughed heartily at Anne’s pleas to be with Margaret.

“You’ll find my daughter pleasant company and excellent at charades.”

“I relish the competition. Come, my girl, let us see this clever skill your father boasts about! And pray tell me what else you have accomplished as a young lady. Off you go, gentlemen, this is now a haven for me and my ladies. No men are permitted!” Margaret scolded, playfully as she ushered the emperor and Thomas out of the room. “Now, la petite Boulin, I will guarantee that you have a thorough education under my care. Now that you are a lady-in-waiting, you will have much time to conduct yourselves and harness greater gifts.”

Both Margaret and Anne took a liking to one another and Anne soon became a part of the princess’ inner circle, growing in many talents and accomplishments. Anne’s favorite topic was royal politics, she discovered and through the months that passed, she would have very heated conversations with Princess Margaret but always showed strong convictions in her morals and beliefs. Margaret was undoubtedly impressed by the young miss. Anne’s company was fresh and delightful, and she was glad when she begged her father to include the Boleyns in their confidence.

Margaret and Anne practiced cards and other games, and Anne turned out to be quite a force with cards and dice. There were some rounds where Margaret refused to let the young lady win, but she proved herself a good sport when it came to losing, despite Anne’s competitive nature. The other ladies watched the spectacle from time to time, placing bets on Maggie and Anne.

With Princess Margaret as her supervisor in all things, Anne grew in her accomplishments. She learned all sorts of things from the ladies-in-waiting. Even over the summer of her fourteenth year, Anne sprouted up like a beautiful wildflower, growing several inches and nearly matched Margaret’s height. If Anne wore heels, they were the same height. Anne’s young, girlish features soon faded with maturity as a young woman and her features became womanlier. Her raven-black hair cascaded in waves past her shoulders.

Anne had not known how deep Princess Margaret’s affection went for her. Thomas did, he’d received a letter whilst in France, procuring a position for his eldest daughter, Mary. Princess Margaret had written him saying,

“Anne is so well structured now, such intelligence, I’m so glad you sent her to me, Thomas. She is so delightful I wish I could call her my own daughter. Everyone simply loves her, and she has quite grown up. I don’t think you’d recognize Anne quite the same way. She’s such a young lady now. She is a young lady of many talents, well-versed as I am, if not better. This young generation Anne belongs to will surely be much better off than we have been.”

Thomas read the letter with such admiration and was grateful for the education Princess Margaret offered his daughter. He was glad he brought Anne to the Netherlands.

. . . AB . . .

Anne was sitting by the fire organizing and shuffling a deck of cards, ready to play against Helga, another lady-in-waiting. This would have been a fourth round of cards Anne would play with Helga. The other lady had been quite terrible at cards in the start, but Anne was patient as she taught the game. Helga came through and smiled at the fourteen-year-old and seated herself across from Anne. The women played several matches of the card game that Princess Margaret had taught them. As they continued their fourth round, an envoy came knocking, he spoke urgently behind the door. Anne got up and opened it, curious as to why there was such urgency.

“My lady Anne?” he asked. “There is a letter from your father. He sends it from France and asks you to read it and reply immediately.”
“Thank you,” Anne said, taking the sealed letter.

She cracked the seal open which bore her father’s insignia and unfolded the letter.

My Dear Anne,

I’m writing to you as a matter of urgency. As you probably have heard from Princess Maggie, King Henry’s sister, Mary is betrothed to Louis and I have gotten your sister Mary a position as a lady-in-waiting. I mentioned that I have one other daughter who is very accomplished, who I’d like to introduce to the French Court. Mary Tudor, our king’s sister, has offered you a position as a senior lady-in-waiting upon her arrival to France. I would like you to write to me as soon as you receive this and send me your response. I understand you and Maggie have grown fond of one another, but this is a new opportunity. Think on it, Anne.

Your Father,
Thomas Boleyn

Anne sighed, uncertain of what to say or do. She folded up the letter and shoved it into her pocket before sitting back down. Helga looked at Anne inquisitively.

“What was so urgent, Anna?” Helga asked, raising a brow.

“My father, he wrote to me saying he wants me to go to France!” Anne muttered, irritably.

“Oh dear,” Helga said, frowning. “Princess Maggie will not like that.”

“I know. I don’t like it either, honestly. I suppose I must tell her immediately. I know she doesn’t like to be out of the loop with these sorts of things.”

“When it comes to her ladies, she must know everything.” Helga agreed.

“It’s only fair, and I understand that. Let’s play one more round of Piquet and then I’ll go tell Maggie.”

Once the game of Piquet was finished, Helga offered to put the cards up so Anne could make her way to Princess Margaret. She found Princess Margaret’s lodgings easily enough, but she wasn’t in the main sitting room. Margaret must have been in the hideaway room. Anne was one of the few who knew the location and how to access it. She found it behind a curtain and slipped in, checking behind her that she was truly alone. Margaret smiled when she saw Anne.

“Anne, my darling, I was wondering when you would come visit me! I have been sooo out of sorts today, this blasted thing we get you know. It’s making me feel utterly miserable.”

“Ah, yes, the visit from Her Majesty. Maggie, did you hear that Mary Tudor is to marry Louis of France?” Anne inquired, sitting beside her friend.

“Yes, what an odd arrangement. He’s so OLD and decrepit. I wonder what Mary did to piss Henry off this time.”

“What do you mean?”

“You know how siblings are, Henry always wants his way, you know, or so I’ve heard from your father.”

“He wants me to go to France to meet him and my sister Mary there.”

“What?” Margaret asked, shocked.

“I know! I don’t know if I actually want to go to France, considering all things. I’ve heard that Louis smells bad, he’s ancient, Maggie; and that Mary’s just a bitch.”

“Well, I wouldn’t judge Mary just yet. Henry, her brother, is using her as a pawn. We’re just pawns in our fathers’ and brothers’ worlds. My half-brother was forced to marry our cousin, Joanna. She’s raving mad. That’s all because of the inbreeding though, really. I think her sister Kate got all the good things and Joanna was hardly left with anything. Her own mother didn’t like her, or so my dear papa said.”

“That’s so unfortunate for Joanna. Wasn’t Isabella, her mother, known for being a ruthless queen?” Anne lamented, she could hardly imagine a life of negligence from her parents.

Both her mother and father had been more often than not doting parents and her childhood was relatively pleasant. Margaret snorted, thinking of her distant relative.

“Yes, I suppose queens have to be ruthless in a world dominated by men, you know. We have little to no say in matters, la petit Boulin.” Margaret said, sourly. “The sooner you learn that, the better off you will be, my girl. Now. About France, I think you should go to France. I have taught you all that I can and you have surpassed me with your intelligence. There is more the French court can teach you, especially when it comes to love and romance - and possible courtships. You are at the age now where you really ought to set your sights on future husbands too.”

“You want me to go?” Anne asked, surprised.

“Well, if I had my choice, I’d say you should stay in Holland forever. But, your papa is ever eager to gain more power, as is natural. And think of this as a promotion from princess to queen. You will be amongst English ladies now and show off your skills and talents. Who knows what that will bring forward for you.”

“I suppose if I go to France, I will go with your blessing, Maggie. I’ll go ahead and write to my father immediately.”

. . . AB . . .

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The year was 1514, it was late September and Anne was already packed, three trunks full of clothes, books and accessories. Princess Margaret was saddened to see Anne go, but she knew that there would be more opportunities for this lovely, English rose to bloom and grow. She was confident in Anne to make quite an impression. As Anne looked around her apartments for what would be the last time, Princess Margaret came through, knocking lightly on the door. She smiled at Anne.

“La petit Boulin, you look so forlorn.” Maggie commented, taking hold of her hand.

“It has been quite an exquisite year and a half being with you, Maggie. I can’t believe it’s coming to an end.” Anne replied, feeling a knot grow in her throat.

“I know, but you are going to do great things. You can always write to me and tell me of your progress. And you MUST inform me if you have any suitors - which I believe you will have many. The men here at my father’s court are just dull. I know that no one here struck your fancy, Annie. But you know the French - ever so eager to parade their love around.”

Anne laughed heartily at Maggie’s comment.

“I am so going to miss you, Maggie!”

The two embraced one another warmly. Princess Margaret broke the embrace and pulled away. She patted Anne on the shoulder and sighed.

“When are you leaving us?” Princess Margaret asked.

“As soon as my trunks are on the carriage. I need to ring for the servants and then I’ll be off.”

“You write to me as soon as you are settled in France. I wish to know that you made it alright without any bandits or ruffians going after you. I will send extra guards with you and you may take two of my ladies to accompany you on the journey. It is quite boring, the road to France.”

“Thank you, Maggie.”

“Helga and Lieke will go with you. They both have known you the longest out of all my ladies. And I trust them with my life.”

Anne rang for the servants to retrieve her belongings. The carriage had already been waiting for her and she bade farewell to the other ladies-in-waiting. Helga and Lieke stepped into the carriage with Anne. The carriages departed the Imperial Palace at half past ten and soon, the palace and the city were behind them. They spent three days traveling through the Netherlands. At the border of Flanders, Anne stopped at a quiet country lodge for a brief respite. The horses needed to be changed, and the three ladies had been quite bored out of their minds from the dusty road. They’d tried to play cards and dice, read each other books and enjoy some savory delights and sweets. The ladies replenished their strength and supplies and soon, on the third day of rest - they packed up again.

It would be another week before their arrival to France. The Royal Palace of Tuileries was in Paris and Anne was rather looking forward to being in Paris now that it was approaching steadily nearer. Of course she was excited to see her elder sister Mary, too. It had been almost two years since she’d last seen Mary. They had written twice to each other during Anne’s stay in Holland. Once they were closer to Paris, Helga and Lieke ordered another carriage to take them back to Holland. At another lodge they stayed at, the ladies said their goodbyes the seventh morning of traveling.

Anne traveled alone with the guards into Paris, and she looked out the window as the city came to view. It was nothing like how she expected it to be. The Seine twisted and turned through the city, rather reminding her of the Thames. She spotted Notre Dame and knew she was close. Anne continued staring at the magnificent cathedral even as it passed by. They passed the Louvre Palace and crossed a bridge to the other side where the Tuileries Palace was.

Even beyond the Palace walls, the city was bustling with nobility and tradesmen. The peasant markets had been on the other side of the bridge and soon the carriage rolled past the gates and up into the courtyard. Anne spotted her father and her sister waiting for her at the bottom of the stairs. Anne was giddy with anticipation when she saw Mary. When the carriage came to a halt, she nearly jumped out and embraced her sister. Anne and Mary giggled and praised one another affectionately.

“I cannot believe you are here at last, Annie!” Mary cried.

“You look so much older, more womanly - do you have any suitors yet? If you do, I’m quite envious of you.”

“Nonsense, I don’t have anyone yet. Although the young men here aren’t all too bad.”

“When’s Mary’s wedding?” Anne asked.

“Mary isn’t even here yet; she’s crossing the Channel though. An envoy came ahead of her. She’ll be here in a day or so; that means we have to help her get ready and prepare for the wedding day.”

“I can’t believe she has to marry Louis. He’s so OLD!” Anne whispered.

“I know, it’s rather disgusting in my opinion. She’s not much older than you or I. Father, please do not force us to marry old men.” Mary looked around to their father who shook his head laughing.

“I’ll do my best for you girls, but we have to look out for our interests also. What will benefit the Boleyn family the most?”

“Come on, let’s go to our apartments. It’s quite a nice place and we have a good view of the Seine! You HAVE to tell me everything about the Netherlands.”

The two sisters linked arms and made their way up into the palace. Mary introduced her sister to several noblewomen as they passed by certain groups of ladies. They were civil but Anne knew they spoke about her immediately. She could hear their whispers in French, thinking Anne probably only spoke English. She raised her brow at them and smirked.

“You know, you really ought to be careful what you say. I happen to speak several languages, including French - and very well, ladies.” Anne remarked, in French.

One of the older women raised a brow at Anne and pursed her lips at the young lady. The lady’s companion smiled and gave Anne a subtle nod of approval. Anne and Mary continued on, down the vast corridors and up several flights of stairs before finding their apartments. The heavy doors creaked as Mary opened the gilded door. Anne had been mesmerized by the palace. It was a stunning place - far lovelier and grander than the Imperial Palace. Mary smiled as she saw Anne’s reaction to their apartments. Anne walked around, looking at everything. On the north wall, there had been a fireplace lit and candles around every table. There were lovely flower arrangements on some table settings and portraits of French royals hung on the walls.

She could hear the servants shuffling around in the other room, no doubt bringing in her trunks. She could hear something heavy drop lightly to the ground. Anne opened the door to the bedroom and spotted her servants quickly leaving after her belongings had been brought. Mary helped her unpack and settle in. It would be some time before Anne could be comfortable here. These apartments were larger than her previous ones. This room was quite drafty as well and Anne had to make sure the hearth was lit during the winter months. She could hear the wind whistling through the palace walls.

“Mary!” Anne called.

“What is it?” Mary came through the hidden door to the bedchamber.

“Would you help me unpack? I didn’t even realize how much I had with me. Oh, there’s also a few books I brought with me from Holland that you really ought to read. They’re about reform in the church.”

“I don’t know, Annie, that seems rather risky, don’t you think?”

“Well, there’s a lot of things that could be changed within the church itself, I think. It made sense when I started learning about reform.”

“Don’t let the nobles hear you say that, or His Majesty. You think us English are stout Catholics; you should see the French when it comes to Catholicism.” Mary said, with a light scoff.

“I’ll keep the warnings in mind and limit how much I read about reformation.”

The girls continued settling in and once all of Anne’s clothes, accessories and books were put away, the girls rang the bell for a servant and requested trays of food to be brought up and some wine. Their meals were brought up at a decent time. The girls sat by the table which had been located by the stained-glass window. Mary unlatched the hook and pushed it open for some air. The girls listened as they could hear the bustling city life beyond the palace walls. Distantly, they could hear the bells of Notre Dame ring twelve times, marking midday.

“So, when is the wedding supposed to be, really?”

“Princess Mary is set to arrive tomorrow morning with other ladies-in-waiting. They will be joining us on this floor of the palace, as you saw the other doors. They are all royal apartments. This is the east wing, where the ladies of the court stay. We have the nicest rooms, apart from Mary of course, because of our position.”

“Father really did go through a lot of trouble to make us secure, didn’t he?”

“I suppose so. Sadly, we can’t do much else. We can’t really inherit anything until we marry. George is soooo lucky. He can do whatever he wants to just because he’s a man. You know, he’s not written to me or Father about anything.”

“It seems you and Maggie have the same opinion. We have little to no say in anything as women. I want to change that, Mary. Everything we know has been dictated by our fathers and kings. Imagine what we could do if we had such influence as kings?”

Mary rolled her eyes.

“You KNOW we can’t, Anne. As nice as that idea sounds, we’re stuck.”

“I don’t think we’ll always be. I promise you, Mary, if I have my own children one day - they will live in a far better world than we got, perhaps my children can marry royalty. They will rule and nothing will bring them down.”

Mary smiled and shook her head.

“Oh, Anne, you always were such a dreamer.” Mary exclaimed, laughing. “I wish I could have such goals as you do. I’ll do whatever Father asks me to do, I suppose. I know I have to marry well.”

“You should look for love too. Who knows, you might be lucky and marry for both love and money.”

“That’ll be the day. Look at Princess Mary - she is forced to marry old Louis because her brother wants an alliance with France. He shipped Margaret to marry into Scotland.”

There was a knock on the door and their father entered the apartments. He shut the door quietly behind him and examined the room before making his way to his daughters.

“You are alone here, girls?” he asked.

“Yes,” they responded.

“Mary, I have a position for you. Francis has offered you a position to be his mistress. He is the King’s son and has found he has great interest in you. He wishes to see you for supper and asked me personally if you would be so kind as to join him.” Thomas said, nearly bursting with excitement.

“The Dauphin of France wants me to be his mistress?” Mary asked, completely shocked by the surprise.

“He was quite taken with you the other night at dinner. Anne, this was before you arrived. There was a great celebration for the arrival of Princess Mary for the king and they have all begun to have parties well into the night. Seems this joyous occasion has brought out passionate desires in all the French. They are thrilled their king is marrying again. It gives them something pleasant to talk about.”

“Another excuse to drink and play games too, and spend money on pomp and circumstance,” Mary replied, with a playful look which she sent to Anne. “The French know what a good time is. You’ll be witness to their merriment in no time. Particularly on the wedding day.”

“What fun,” Anne said, smirking back at Mary.

“I trust you’ll accept Dauphin's offer, Mary?” Thomas asked, in all seriousness.

“Yes, Father, I shall. Should I write him a note, and have you pass it along?”

“That will do the trick I think.” Thomas said, with a nod.

Mary fumbled around the desk for some parchment paper and dipped her pen into the inkwell and began writing her response. Anne peered over her sister’s shoulder and admired Mary’s writing.

My Dear Dauphin,

I give you my most sincere gratitude for asking me to dine with you this evening. I gladly accept and will meet you at seven. I shall be wearing a lovely blue gown with the necklace that you sent me yesterday evening. It is such a beautiful necklace, and I thank you for the gift.

Your Faithful Servant,
Mary Boleyn

Mary fanned the paper and blew on the ink to dry it before folding the letter. She sealed it with wax, her initial stamped into the mold and she signed the back of the parchment paper with Francis’ name.

“You should put a heart over the ‘I’. It’ll be a sweet little touch. He’ll know you’re interested.” Anne whispered.

“That’s a clever idea. I’ll put a little one there.”

She waited for the ink to dry again before giving the letter to her father. Thomas shook his head lightly and chuckled at his daughters’ playful nature.

“What necklace did Francis send you?” Anne inquired.

Mary got up and smiled at Anne before leading her through to the other bedroom. She rummaged through her bedside table, the top drawer and pulled out a blue velvet box before opening it in a trifold. Inside held the most beautiful necklace, no doubt expensive. Anne’s eyes went wide as she saw the sapphires and diamonds glittering in the firelight.

“Oh my god, Mary! That HAS to be an old royal jewel, there’s no way he’d give you just anything. It looks like something a queen would wear! What dress do you have that would match that?” Anne exclaimed, in excitement.

“Will you help me put this on first and then I’ll get the dress?”

Anne agreed and Mary carefully lifted the necklace and wrapped it around her neck. It was quite heavy, and it latched on easily. The teardrop shaped beads fell just over Mary’s bosom. She smiled at her reflection in the mirror. It really was a gorgeous necklace. She fanned her wavy, strawberry blonde hair over her shoulders that fell to her waist.

“Should I keep my hair up or tuck it into a French hood?” Mary inquired, looking at Anne.

“Wear your hair down. You’re so pretty; and I know Francis will not be able to resist when he sees you like this. Show me the dress!”

“Right! Yes!”

Mary went through her wardrobe and found the deep royal blue dress that she had planned on wearing, embroidered with gold. It was styled in the French fashion and would have been considered highly promiscuous in the English court. Anne marveled the dress.

“Wow! Mary, I need to get one of these dresses for myself. I think I’d ask for mine to be tailored in red and gold, though.”

“Let’s get dressed for supper. I know that they will eat a little late tonight, but we have time to get ready before we are both presented. Father will have a place closer to the King. We’ll have a good view of His Majesty when we dine in the Great Hall.”

“Let’s get ready then. We have no time to lose if we’re planning on winning favors in the French court!”

Anne and Mary helped each other get ready, both anxious for what the next few months or so would bring. With Princess Mary still on the way, only time could tell what all would happen. Anne was prepared. She felt that Maggie had done such a fantastic job at being her mentor and preparing her for courtly life. But Anne knew even then, there was much more to learn if she were to master the French court. She made up her mind to be ready to face whatever storm the French women threw at her.

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The wedding was happening today. Princess Mary looked at her reflection in the mirror. She should have been delighted it was her wedding day. If the man had been around her age and they were in love, she thought. Damn you, brother. Mary was eighteen and marrying a man three times her age. He was ancient and when she met him last night, he smelled so bad she wanted to vomit. She took comfort in the fact she had English ladies-in-waiting. She was particularly fond of Anne and Mary. They were younger by four years but at least they were close in age. Princess Mary turned to look at Anne.

“I feel awful, Anne. I don’t want to marry old king Louis.” Mary cried, feeling rage build up in her.

She hadn’t ever told anyone, but she had a massive crush on Charles Brandon, recently made the Duke of Suffolk. He was a handsome young man in her brother’s inner circle, probably one of the few people Henry had considered his best friend. He had noticed Princess Mary, too. Henry must have noticed their attraction or someone else must have and so Mary was used as a pawn like in a chess set to make an alliance. Henry hated France, everyone knew it, including Princess Mary.

“Well, maybe he won’t pay any attention to you after the wedding. He’ll get you knocked up and then you might be lucky. You might have a son and then you won’t have to worry about him going anywhere near you.” Anne encouraged her.

“I’d rather not have that old man share a bed with me at all,” Princess Mary said, grimacing at the thought. “If I don’t have a son, he’ll continue to bang me until I do.”

“I wish things could’ve been different for you, Mary.” Anne said, softly. “I’m so sorry your brother is putting you through this.”

“Thank you, Anne. I appreciate you and your kindness so much. Now distract me. Are there any sexy men you’ve set your sights on?” Mary inquired.

Anne laughed, the way she laughed was contagious and melodious.

“No, but my sister Mary is Charles’ mistress. He bangs her like every other day.”

“You mean the king’s son?”

“The very one.”

“Your sister is one lucky bitch, just saying.” Princess Mary sighed. “I’d rather be his mistress right now. Don’t tell anyone I’ve said that.”

“Nonsense! Your secret will go with me to the grave. I promise you. I’ve no interest in court gossip or life in the same way. I like reading and politics.”

“How modern of you, Annie. Just please be careful. I heard the French are horrible gossip mongers and will do anything to gain power. Be careful who you include in our circle.”

“Oh I am. I don’t really trust just anyone. I’m very careful in my consideration of who I associate with.”

“That’s good to hear you’re sensible. Not everyone is. I don’t feel like I can trust all my ladies. Can you find out for me which ones are my brother’s spies?”

“Of course! I can gain their trust and find insight for the both of us. I suppose just this once I can show interest in courtly gossip.”

“You are a dear heart. Now, let’s go. I do believe my old man is waiting for us.”

The other ladies in waiting were lined up outside Princess Mary’s royal apartments and Anne took her place directly behind her. Princess Mary sighed, taking in a deep breath and began walking gracefully down to the front loggia of the royal palace. There were four carriages waiting for them to bring the ladies to the church. The two Marys, Anne and Lady Jane Herbert, got into the first carriage. The other carriages were filled with the other eight ladies-in-waiting, four in each.

The bells were ringing all throughout the city from every church. The streets were lined with red and gold and everyone had been out to greet Princess Mary as her royal procession made its way to Notre Dame. White and red rose petals were falling down into the streets and many windows had banners hanging from them. The city of Paris was completely decked out for the royal wedding - “the wedding of the century” Lady Jane had said, excitedly as she looked at the two Marys and Anne. The people of Paris were cheering and waving, some young children were even running alongside the carriages, waving excitedly at the royals. It was only a ten-minute carriage ride to the cathedral. Once they arrived, Princess Mary carefully stepped out of the carriage. Anne and Jane picked up the hem of her dress and they made their way up the steps.

The doors opened and the nobles were all standing inside, waiting for the bride to enter. The organ played hymns, and the choir sang in Latin, their voices echoing through the cloisters like an angelic choir. The French nobility kept their watchful gaze on Princess Mary and her ladies. King Louis stood at the end in front of the altar with the archbishop dressed in his royal robes. The royal wedding was an extravagant affair and no expense was spared.

Anne admired the whole spectacle before her even as she stood in the front row of the congregation, watching Princess Mary wed the king. The whole service was done in Latin and the vows exchanged in French. There was a lengthy mass and the conducting of the holy communion before God and the masses. Once the communion was finished, the archbishop said a prayer and blessed the royal couple. He declared that they were now husband and wife. Louis leaned forward and kissed Mary. Princess Mary stood as still as one of the statues in the cathedral when he did, Anne could see her hands gripping onto the hem of her skirts. They turned and looked at their court and made their way down the aisle again. Anne led the ladies-in-waiting behind Princess Mary and King Louis.

The royal couple made their way into the carriage. Anne followed in the next carriage with the others. They were returning to the palace for the celebrations. Even after the wedding ceremony had taken place, the streets of Paris were lined up with their people hoping to catch a glimpse of their monarch. They went in through the gates and the carriages lined up behind one another on the gravel path. The royals stepped out of their carriage and went back up the stairs inside. They were greeted by other nobles, all clapping and cheering, offering their felicitations and best wishes.

Louis held onto Princess Mary’s hand. She wished she could pull it away because his hand had been cold and sweaty. He lifted their hands up together in the air and shook her hand in his to showcase their union. Anne could see Princess Mary shifting uncomfortably. The princess looked pained and desperately wanted to escape the clutches of this old man. The French nobility all followed the king into the celebration hall. There were vast long tables up and down completely decked out with trays on trays of food, suckling pigs, roasted pheasants and peacocks, endless supplies of Burgundian wine and all sorts of sweets.

The court musicians were ready to play. They readied their instruments, and the king ordered the musicians to begin their music. They played serenades, hymnals and jigs. The conversation was loud and boisterous in the grand hall. Everyone was feasting and making merry. Anne sat left of Princess Mary, her sister beside her, Lady Jane Herbert, Lady Alice Radcliffe, Lady Margaret Radcliffe (she and Alice were sisters like Anne and Mary), Lady Elizabeth Talbot, Lady Katherine ‘Kitty’ Catesby, there was Lady Cecily Knolls, Lady Brigit Pole, Lady Isabel Wyatt, Lady Kathryn ‘Kate’ Spencer and the final lady-in-waiting was Lady Margery Sutton.

They had all come from England with Princess Mary - all ten ladies aboard the King’s ship. Anne had to at least admit to herself she was glad she didn’t have to travel with all those ladies across the Channel. Princess Mary said there had been a little drama on board. And three of the ladies had been prone to bouts of seasickness. Anne particularly didn’t understand why she needed TWELVE ladies-in-waiting. Six would have been proficient, but Princess Mary was English after all and she was sent to France, technically against her will. Perhaps Princess Mary thought she could do an English invasion at least in the court of Louis XII. She refused to have any French ladies-in-waiting, even if her brother did send spies along the journey. No doubt he’d sent spies to make sure that Princess Mary consummated the marriage bed tonight.

The unfortunate thing about this was Anne even knew Princess Mary’s position wouldn’t be secure until she provided the king with another heir to make the Anglo-French alliance stronger. If they would have a son, then it would help strengthen both borders, but this heir would have to contend with the eldest son, Francis. What if Francis would have heirs of his own? Anne glanced at Princess Mary, a soft smile of sympathy as she saw the king trying to kiss the poor girl’s neck in front of the entire court.

“Anne, help me!” Princess Mary whispered, nearly hissing at Anne.

“Your Majesty, I was wondering if there would be any dancing today?” Anne asked, leaning over to look at the king.

Louis pulled away from Mary and glanced at Anne, obviously frustrated with the young woman.

“Of course there is going to be dancing, Lady Anne. What kind of ridiculous question is that?” Louis asked, gruffly. “Come now, child, this celebration will last an entire WEEK if I have my say! And I do! I am the King!”

“I do love a good dance, you know, I’m quite good at it and I’ve been practicing for some time. I’m sure Princess Mary would like to put her skills to use too!” Anne exclaimed, with a fake smile.

Louis softened his gaze and chuckled.

“I would like to eat my fill and then we may go dancing on the other side. Patience is a virtue, Lady Anne.” Louis reminded, with a smirk on his features.

“Yes, Your Majesty. I am simply looking forward to all the celebrations this week! This is quite thrilling!” Anne replied.

“I am pleased you are enjoying yourself. No expense was spared, you know, for my beautiful bride. I want her to have the best. Look at this angelic creature before me! Is she not ravishing, my little tart?”

Princess Mary and Anne glanced at one another, trying to retain their disgust with stoic facades. About an hour or so went into the feasting before the King finally got up and made a very drunken and brazen testimonial about his love for his new, young bride. He held Mary’s hand and kissed the back of it.

“Now that we have all feasted and drank the endless wine, let us go to the other hall to dance! I wish to dance with my beautiful wife before I take her maidenhead tonight!”

The king howled with laughter as did some of the men in the great hall. The French women were whispering and giggling softly to each other as they conversed in groups. Some of them did look at Princess Mary when the King made the announcement. She stood up gracefully and followed her old husband to the dancing hall. This was going to be a LONG night, and she was prepared for it as best she knew how to be. There was no stopping what was coming ahead of them. Anne sent her another sympathetic look as Mary glanced behind her for a friend. She nodded and followed the rest of the nobles to the other side, releasing a heavy sigh. This was really going to be such a challenge to watch. But Anne had to stay strong for Princess Mary’s sake. She would encourage her friend to do her royal duty. And she would be right at her side the next day to comfort her. God willing.

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Anne had danced with a few attractive men at the wedding festivities. All of them attempted to woo her with poetry and flirting. She just laughed and shook her head at their ill attempts to win her favor. Anne wouldn’t so easily be won over like that. She knew her worth. Even if her sister was sleeping with the prince, Anne knew she wanted more than lust. Sure she wanted to enjoy all the aspects of love, including sex. Who didn’t? It would take so much more to get Anne to climb into bed with a man. She wasn’t that easy. Not to say that Mary was easy. No, she loved her sister and she won the affections of a prince. It was better than the old king.

It seemed Mary liked French court life and thrived here. Mary was eager to flirt and be a part of this licentious culture. Anne looked over at her sister who sat beside Francis in a corner while others were dancing. Mary was totally flirting with him openly and letting him kiss her in front of everyone. He would whisper in her ear and she would laugh and shake her head. Anne couldn’t hear what Mary was saying. But she didn’t mind. She preferred it that way, Anne didn’t want to know what was going on between them. All she knew there was sex but Mary hardly talked about it to Anne. She probably didn’t want to terrify her younger sister. Anne knew more than she let on but she was determined to keep her poised character and studious nature.

Anne made a solemn vow to herself that she would marry for love and wealth. She didn’t want to just experience lust. She wanted the whole package: love, wealth and a title. Or nothing at all. She hoped she’d never have to marry someone old like King Louis. Or someone whose sexual appetite was not in control. She knew how kings and princes operated. As soon as they had their way with a woman, she would be tossed aside like a used rag. Anne wondered why so many women chose to become royal mistresses. She knew that noblewomen didn’t have too many options but surely spinsterhood was better than being a whore? Wasn’t it?

As she slowly drank her wine, a young man saw her and made his way towards her. She held her breath, tensing but doing her best to remain stoic.

“Good evening, my lady,” he greeted, with a bow.

“Good evening, my lord,” she said, with a curtsy.

“You look quite beautiful in that red and gold dress. It suits you well.”

“Do you give all the girls compliments like that?” Anne questioned, raising a brow.

“Only the pretty ones,” he answered. “I’m Philippe, Comte de Boudin.”

“Lady Anne Boleyn, my father is the earl of Whiltshire.”

“It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Lady Anne. I do believe that the next dance is a galliard. Would you like to accompany me?” Philippe asked, with a flirtatious look on his face.

“I suppose one dance wouldn’t hurt. I enjoy dancing the galliard.”

“That’s excellent to hear. Shall we?” Philippe offered her his hand and she accepted it.

Couples lined the dance floor and the music began. The couples danced in time to the music and flowed beautifully around the room. The couples twirled around each other, skirts flaring out from the ladies’ dresses. At some point in the dance, the ladies were lifted up into the air and gracefully brought down again. The set went on for another five minutes before it came to a close. Anne dipped into a low curtsy before Philippe and he bowed.

“May I offer you a refreshment, my lady?” he asked.

“You may.”

“So, my lady Anne, what will you be doing here while you stay in France?”

“I am to be a lady-in-waiting to Princess Mary.”

“That sounds like a fun job, what will be your duties?” he inquired, pouring her some wine.

Anne accepted the beverage and took a small drink of it.

“I am to help her dress in the mornings, go to prayer with her and spend the day helping her with activities and the like.”

“You must have a very interesting life, Lady Anne. Where were you before the French court? I noticed when you arrived last week when your carriage pulled up.”

“Well, I served under Princess Margaret, Emperor Maximillian’s daughter. I was her lady-in-waiting and gained experience through that. She was an excellent teacher. We had debates on royal politics, philosophy, she taught me card games, falconry, archery and we would go horseback riding.”

“That is most impressive, you seem like a very multi-talented young woman. Do you have any particular interest?”

“I like to read a lot of books on philosophy and illumination. It’s quite fascinating. There’s so much to absorb.”

“That’s rather unusual for a lady-in-waiting.” Philippe said, suddenly feeling rather intimidated by Anne’s wit and intelligence. He chuckled awkwardly and finished off his wine quickly.

“Are you intimidated, my lord?” Anne wondered, curiously.

“Well, yes rather, I’ve not known many well educated women. Most of the women I have personally known enjoy music, dancing and the arts I suppose, not things like philosophy or politics. That’s rather impressive I must say. I don't even know much about either of those things. I’m the spare, you see. Well, of course I had schooling with my brother but he’s expected to inherit and continue Father’s work. I, however, have a little more freedom.”

“It must be nice to not have so much weight on your shoulders, though, isn’t it?”

“I suppose. But, my brother, Francois always got the best of everything. He still does, sometimes. I wish I could have some responsibility.”

“Perhaps you might ask the King for special assignments, he might have something for you or a duke or some other nobleman. It wouldn’t hurt to try to ask.”

“How is it you have such confidence in the way you speak? You are so lovely, my lady Anne Boleyn.”

Anne did blush this time and he smiled at her, his dimples showing up. He was rather a very handsome man, but Anne didn’t wish to delve any further with the man except for friendship. It would be good to have another ally in court. He looked down at his feet, his dark curled hair falling over his eyes.

“Would you like to be friends, Philippe?” Anne asked, surprising even herself at the ridiculousness of the question.

“I’d like that more than you know.” Philippe answered, looking up at her.

A loud clanging noise distracted everyone’s conversation. Anne and Philippe looked over as did the crowd of people to see the king standing in the center of the room, taking hold of Princess Mary’s hand.

“Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for joining us on the first eve of our celebrations for the week. May the festivities of the royal wedding continue but now, my beautiful young wife and I are to finish the marital act!” Louis exclaimed, loudly and raising his glass. “To my bride, Princess Mary! May you have many healthy children!”

“To Princess Mary!” The room joined in the chorus of voices. “Long live the king!”

The king led the procession out of the grand hall and to the king’s suite. Anne stayed tucked away in the corner, hoping to not watch the consummation. She saw the king begin to undress and took her cue to leave. She quietly closed the door behind her and walked back up the corridor. Anne sighed, thankful for the short rest. She didn’t even realize how much the French loved their parties. They drank until their minds were clouded, danced, frolicked and flirted their way around. It seemed even Anne’s sister Mary enjoyed the court life. She didn’t realize how much until she saw Mary dancing and flirting with a few different men.

Anne found her way back to their apartments and closed the door behind her, relieved that it was quiet and cozy. She rang for a maid to help her dress into a nightgown. She opened a window to let in the cool evening air and made her way to her desk. Anne grabbed a book from her desk and crawled into bed to read. Anne continued reading until she felt tired. She closed the book and fell asleep, replaying the whole day again in her mind’s eye.
Anne woke up late the next morning. Mary had to come wake her up and said it was urgent from Princess Mary. The two sisters got dressed and went to see the princess and found her curled up on the sofa under a blanket, eyes red from crying. Princess Mary sat up when she saw the Boleyn sisters come in. She sniffled and wiped her eyes.

“Your Highness,” the girls greeted.

Anne sat down next to the young woman and embraced her. Mary was fuming beneath the tears. They weren’t tears of sadness but of rage and anger.

“I hate him. I know what I have to do, but I just can’t do it. It was so awful last night, Annie.” Princess Mary confessed. “I couldn’t even LOOK at him.”

“Oh, Mary,” Anne said, softly.

“I just have to wear him out, honestly. If I keep at it, he might just get bored.”

“How can you stand it, Mary? Men doing that to you?” Princess Mary asked Anne’s sister.

“I suppose it depends on who it is. Francis isn’t bad. But it seems so odd now to be his mistress, considering you are technically his stepmother now.”

“Don’t remind me!” Princess Mary groaned, in dramatic agony. “I’m pretty sure Francis is older than me too, by two years. I wonder how he must feel that his father married someone like me. Damn it, why did my brother force me to marry an old man? Why couldn’t he have had me marry the king’s son? I know you’re his mistress, but I don’t care.” Princess Mary exclaimed, getting up.

She was pacing back and forth, sighing angrily.

“He isn’t all too worried that his father married you. I don’t think he thinks much of it. I wouldn’t think too much about Francis, Mary. He’s a bit of a player though. He likes to fool around and have fun. He’s not worried about what his father’s doing. Honestly.” Mary Boleyn said to the princess, in a soothing voice.

“That’s comforting,” Princess Mary said, with a scoff. “Well, I suppose I better get dressed. I’m sure my other ladies are waiting for us. Come on. Let’s go and then we can have some kind of luncheon in the garden. It looks like a nice day out at least.”

Princess Mary slipped on a silk, red, morning robe over her wool chemise and led the way to the sitting room of her royal apartments. The other ladies were sitting around the room in different places, reading, playing cards, socializing quietly with each other and other things. When Princess Mary walked in, the ladies rose and dipped into a low curtsy. She walked across the room to another door. It had been her dressing room. As royalty, Princess Mary was given the queen’s apartments and had multiple rooms to herself. There was a vanity by the window and a chaise near the fireplace. The boudoir was very spacious and had a table with six chairs around it for dining and playing games.

Her dresses were well organized, and she fanned through them, uncertain of which one to pick. She sighed and glanced at Anne, Mary, Kitty and Jane - four of her ladies who’d joined her in the morning dressing preparations.

“What do you think I should choose, ladies? Something that will really get the king to notice me?” Princess Mary asked, turning to the side to glance at the young women around her.

“I would say wear the blue and gold dress - it’ll brighten your eyes.” Lady Jane said, pulling out the velvet blue dress.

“Oh, that is a stunning dress, Mary!” Anne exclaimed. “I have to agree with Jane on this one.”

“Alright, let’s do this one then. I guarantee this one will produce a son.” Princess Mary said, looking at the dress.

Her ladies went to work and assisted the princess in getting dressed and applying cosmetics and jewelry on. The girls continued talking and laughing together as they got ready for the day ahead of them. They left the boudoir, joined by the other eight ladies and made their way to face the French court head on. It would be Princess Mary’s moment to shine. She wanted everyone to see that she would not be scared off by the old king. She walked into the grand hall; her head held high as she practically sauntered in. Anne smiled to herself as she watched Princess Mary act like she owned this royal palace. She glanced around at the room, keeping an eye out for the French ladies' reactions.

Some were impressed and others not. Princess Mary made her way to the king and dipped into a low curtsy before him. She took his hand and went to sit beside him. He smiled and kissed the back of her hand and kept his long, bony fingers wrapped around hers like an iron grip. Princess Mary was determined not to let this French court send her packing. If anything, she would have the last laugh and shove it in their faces and send this lot packing.

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Princess Mary did in fact keep the king busy. Her ladies prepared her daily for visits, well after the week-long celebration of their wedding. While this happened, Anne would quietly dismiss herself and go back to her apartments. She took this time to write letters home. She hadn’t heard from George in a while or her mother and told them quite a bit what was happening. She waited for the letters to dry before sealing them shut with her wax stamp. The red wax contained her initials and she wrote her brother’s name on one and then her mother’s name on the other. It would take some time for the letters to arrive, but better late than never.

Once she was through with her letters, Anne grabbed another book on philosophy and went to recline on the chaise by the fire. This book was written by Thomas More - Utopia. It was rather interesting so far - his beliefs on government reform and possibly changing some aspects of the nobles-servants lifestyle that everyone should have a chance to learn, but Anne still continued to read it. She hadn’t even noticed when Mary came in with three of the ladies-in-waiting. The girls were all giggling and talking over themselves and sat down around the fireplace.

“Oh look, isn’t Anne always such a bookworm?” Lady Jane exclaimed, with a teasing look. “Why don’t you put that book down and come with us to admire Francis and his friends? They will be playing tennis in a little while.”

Anne bookmarked her page and closed the book. She glanced over at Lady Jane and rolled her eyes.

“You really enjoy watching men whack a ball over a net and screaming at each other like buffoons?” Anne asked, with a smirk.

“It’s quite attractive, honestly. You can see them shirtless, Anne!” Lady Jane exclaimed, nearly bouncing in her seat. “How often do you get to see men half undressed?”

“Clearly not enough,” Anne replied, glancing at her sister who tried to hide her amused look.

Jane looked at Anne pleadingly and nearly went on her knees in front of Anne, who continued to lie on the chaise, on her back.

“Anne, pleeease, won’t you come with us? Princess Mary is going to join later, once she's - you know - recovered. Mary, tell your sister she HAS to come watch the tennis match. All she ever does is read! How are you going to find a husband if all you do is sit here and read books all day?”

“I do other things!” Anne exclaimed, defensively while sitting up.

“Like what?”

“I’m great at dancing, as you all saw me during the wedding party. I like archery and horseback riding, and politics is always entertaining for me. I’m good at playing Piquet and other card games.” Anne answered, matter-of-factly. “I just like the peace and quiet sometimes and getting the chance to read and educate myself. There’s so many that don’t have the luxury of getting to read.”

“You mean the peasantry?” Lady Jane asked, rolling her eyes.

“Well, yeah - they don’t have much opportunity to learn and educate themselves. I try to not take things that I have for granted, even if I am just a woman.” Anne explained.

“So noble!” Lady Jane said, dramatically. “Now that your book is finally down, you can come with us! Come on!”

Lady Jane got up and pulled Anne up off the chaise. Anne sighed heavily and agreed to go with the girls. It would be good for her to get out and socialize, she thought.

“Fine! You win! Let’s go watch these princes play tennis.”

“Do you want to place bets on the match with us?” Lady Kate asked, as they made their way down the corridor to the tennis courts.

“I suppose. Ten francs on Francis,” Anne said.

“You picked Francis only because he’s with Mary.” Lady Kate exclaimed, raising an eyebrow at Anne.

“Suppose I did - I don’t know the other contenders yet.”

“Well, it’s Francis’ friends, Philippe de Boudin - his brother, Francois, and Henri, Duc de Bourdeilles.” Lady Jane answered, peering back at Anne and Kate. “Anne, don’t you know Philippe?”

“I briefly met him during the wedding week. I hardly know him. We shared one dance; ONE, that’s it.” Anne replied, irritably, her tone was still playful however, it hadn’t been said out of anger.

“Well, you should place your bets on him then! Besides, I think Lady Mary, your sister, is already calling the shots on her man.” Lady Jane declared, winking at Anne.

Anne inwardly groaned and rolled her eyes before releasing a frustrated sigh.

“Fine! I’ll place ten francs on Philippe de Boudin, if he wins you owe me!” Anne remarked, pointing her finger directly at Jane.

Jane smiled victoriously and playfully twirled back around. Anne could sense that this young lady was plotting something, but she didn’t know what. Perhaps it had to do with the fact that there were four girls making their way to the tennis match and there were four men playing. Charles was obviously taken, but the other three had no known ladies pining and chasing after them. They found the tennis courts and several ladies and some younger men too shuffling under the white canopies. It was outdoors and the weather was quite lovely outside. There was a chill in the air but that made it all the more splendid to watch. There were nets all around the court, keeping the crowds safe from the ball should it go out of bounds. Anne, Kate, Jane and Mary were directly in the front, somewhere near the middle of the court.

They had a direct view of the men playing and Anne spotted Philippe. His dark curled hair was wild and unkempt, his skin olive toned and tan. His upper torso wasn’t half bad either. Anne could feel her cheeks turn hot when he looked her way. Philippe smiled and it was a charming smile. He greeted her with a nod and she gave him a subtle nod back. Anne looked over at Francis who was clearly eyeing her sister. Mary was smiling flirtatiously at her man and the other ladies too were trying to get the attention of the other two young men.

Francis was the first to serve and he passed it onto Philippe who was diagonally across from him. Philippe caught the ball and whacked it back. Francois was able to block it and sent it flying to the other side, well past Philippe and Henri. Henri shouted a couple vulgarities which the young women gasped and then whispered to each other, giggling as they heard the foul speech. Philippe retrieved the ball and threw it to Francis who caught it. Francis tossed up the tennis ball again and the game was afoot. The men were shouting and shuffling back and forth on the court, crying out when they missed a point or it went out of bounds. Anne did her best to keep score. At the moment it had been four to one. Francis and Francois were ahead on points. Before their matches would begin, Philippe quickly stole glances at Anne, his breathing heavy as they moved around.

“Seems Philippe is into you, Annie,” Lady Jane whispered, nudging her friend.

“What makes you say that?” Anne wondered, glancing over.

“He keeps looking at you, are you really that blind?” Lady Jane exclaimed, barely above a whisper.

“No, obviously, I just choose to ignore it.” Anne replied.

“But why?”

“Because it’s the sort of attention I don’t want; if I marry Lady Jane, it’ll be the whole package. I want love and a title, if I can have it. I can have standards.”

“What if Philippe could do that for you? Isn’t he a count of some sort? Don’t be so quick to push him aside. You never know until you ask him or he asks you.”

“Well, either way, I’m not looking to make any kind of attachments right now. I’m fifteen years old.”

“You know when you turn twenty you’ll be an old maid?” Lady Kate said, peering over. “I’d get married now if I could but no one is eager enough, or maybe I’m too desperate.”

“If I’m an old maid by twenty, then that’s fine. I’m not going to settle for just anyone.”

“Suit yourself,” Lady Jane exclaimed. “That means there will be more single men to chase after for the rest of us.”

“Have fun with that!” Anne replied, with a smirk.

“And also, it looks like poor Philippe and Henri aren’t doing so well. It’s seven to two. You might owe me ten francs.”

Anne kept her opinions to herself. She’d rather not start an all out verbal war with Lady Jane. She didn’t need to talk smack and try to egg other people on with words. She could have if she really wanted to, but Anne was far more poised than that. It wasn’t worth any of her time or energy. But, still, she let her friends keep up the sport of betting and shit-talking each other. Her sister Mary even joined in occasionally, revealing a sassy attitude that she never knew Mary had. The French court really did do things differently than what Anne was used to.

There was a fifteen minute pause after the first thirty minutes of the tennis game. The gentlemen who played walked around and stretched, they socialized and laughed. There was an attendant who brought them wine to refresh themselves. Philippe had walked with a hint of swag over to Anne and smiled when he saw her.

“Good afternoon, Lady Anne,” he greeted. “How do you fare on this fine day?”

“I’m well, thank you. You’re playing very well, my lord.”

“Ah, I suppose. But if you’ve been keeping score you know that Francis and his man are ahead by five points. Lady Anne, might I have your favor on my wrist so we might have a bit of luck?” Philippe asked.

“I can do that for you, my lord. There is a divide in the net over there down the way, walk with me there and I can tie this red ribbon on you.” Anne said, shuffling through the crowd. “Jane, save my spot!”

“I will!” Jane called.

Anne carefully made her way through the crowd of people and found the divide in the net. She slipped over and after Philippe gave his wrist to her, she took the ribbon out of her hair and tied it on. Philippe smiled.

“Thank you, Lady Anne. Now I believe we will have a chance to catch up at least, maybe win if this luck rubs off.”

“Good luck, I have ten francs betting on you now.” Anne replied.

“Ten?” Philippe asked, raising a brow.

“Is that too low? Should I up the bets?”

“I’m worth at least twenty, my dear Anne,” Philippe exclaimed, with a chuckle.

“Well, aren’t you all full of confidence?” Anne teased, raising a brow.

“Even more now that I have your support,” Philippe said, winking at her and then running back onto the court, his racket spinning in his hand.

Anne could feel her cheeks going hot as she made her way back to the other ladies. Anne prayed she wasn’t blushing when she returned. Jane, Kate and Mary were all staring at her wide-eyed in amazement.

“Anne!” they exclaimed and spoke all at once.

“Oh my gosh, you’re blushing!”

“Philippe is so cute!”

“He is so lucky!”

“There is nothing going on between us, just so you’re aware. If anything should happen, Princess Mary and you three will be the first to know. I promise. Sure, he’s handsome, but nothing even happened. We just talked a little.” Anne explained, being careful with her words.

“He wanted your colors on him, Anne, that’s something.” Mary said, matter-of-factly.

“Next time he comes over, please have him introduce Francois to me, Anne! I really want him to notice me at least once.” Lady Kate begged, nearly swooning as she looked over at Francois.

“Lady Jane, do you want me to have him ask Henri for you also?” Anne wondered, raising a brow at her friends.

Lady Jane looked at Anne guiltily and nodded.

“Alright, fine! I’ll do it, but you owe me!”

“If he loses, you don’t have to pay the ten francs then!” Lady Jane said, excitedly.

“That works for me!” Anne said, decidedly.

The rest of the afternoon was spent watching the hour and a half long tennis match and by the time it was finished, Francis and Francois had one by two points. Philippe returned to greet Anne and her friends. Anne told him the compromise she had made with the ladies and Philippe agreed to introduce Jane and Kate to Francois and Henri. The two couples seemed to hit it off fairly well right from the start.

Henri offered his arm to Jane and they went to socialize with other courtiers in the midst of the finale. After the tennis match, there were tents set up in the gardens and the crowd of people made their way there. There was one tent that had a long table set up with a feast and attendants serving wine for them. Anne walked beside Philippe and the other ladies close behind with their young men. Anne spotted Princess Mary joining the crowd a little while later with her husband, the king. The other six ladies followed close behind her.

There was laughter and merriment and the royal musicians had even been requested and soon enough in the corner of the tent, the music began. Throughout the afternoon, there were games being played all around in groups. Some ladies and gentlemen stood around talking, drinking wine and watching the other games that went on. Philippe and Anne took to walking in the gardens, in a quiet part but still within eyesight of her father. Ever so often, he’d glance at the pair - eyeing them curiously.

“Lady Anne, does your father always watch you so closely?” Philippe asked, nervously.

“I’m afraid so; he’s just protective of his family. Don’t pay any attention. If you like, you can turn around and I can face my father.”

“That might be more comfortable for me.” Philippe admitted, with an awkward smile and chuckle.

They sat down by a bench, facing away from Thomas Boleyn. Unbeknownst to them, he huffed in annoyance when he saw Anne giving the young lad the idea to turn away. Thomas knew Anne wasn’t reckless so he let this one go, he turned his attention elsewhere and continued in the festivities with the others. Anne turned around after a few moments and smiled when she saw her father was no longer paying attention.

“He’s gone, which means that he trusts me not to do anything I might regret.”

“It was probably me he was concerned about then, I suppose.”

“I wouldn’t worry about it too much, my lord.”

“You may call me Philippe, if you wish to. I hate sounding so formal when it’s just the two of us.”

Anne smiled kindly and looked down at her hands.

“Then you may call me Anne.”

“Might I kiss you, Anne? I’ve been desperately wanting to since we shared the dance at Princess Mary’s wedding.” Philippe confessed, taking hold of her hand.

“You may,” Anne said, softly.

Philippe smiled and leaned forward, his forehead lightly brushing against hers. Anne closed her eyes and felt a tingling in her chest when he kissed her. It was a soft, gentle kiss and quite a pleasant one for her first one. His hand came up and gently caressed her cheek, cupping the side of her face. He allowed his thumb to graze along her cheekbone carefully. Anne pulled away and gasped lightly. She touched his hand and gave it a tender squeeze before removing his hand away. She got up and walked a few steps away from him.

“My Lady Anne, are you well?” Philippe asked, getting up.

“I’m sorry, Philippe, I - I don’t,” she paused and kept looking away from him.

“You what?” he asked again, wondering why she was being cold and distant.

“I’m sorry, I have to go!” Anne whispered and made her quick escape.

Mary Boleyn had been secretly watching them from afar. She had seen her sister kiss the young man but suddenly turned away in haste. Mary was quite surprised at Anne’s reactions. Something must have happened in Anne’s mind to make her run the way she did. It perhaps hadn’t been because of Philippe, something else had troubled Anne. Mary knew her sister well enough. Philippe looked dejected when Anne fled the scene. He turned around and caught Mary watching in the distance. Her eyes went wide and she turned back to her conversation with Lady Jane and Lady Kate, hoping to avoid confrontation with Philippe de Boudin. For now, he would let it go. He knew that Anne was young and inexperienced, but he eventually would like to talk to Anne about what had happened. It was the least she could offer, he thought. Until then, he would wait.

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Anne fled the scene in the gardens where she had kissed Philippe. Anne was in complete shock that she had allowed herself to kiss him. She wasn’t one to normally run from a situation like this, but this thing with Philippe was entirely new to her and she didn’t know if she wanted it to even continue. It felt almost wrong to kiss him and she couldn’t quite place the feeling as to why it felt that way. She ran up the flight of stairs and made her way to the east wing where the royal apartments had been. She finally stopped running and caught her breath, pacing back and forth anxiously.

Her breath trembled and she placed her hands on her hips as she continued pacing to calm her nerves. Anne finally stopped her pacing after a time and looked out the window. This corridor had quite a boring view, it was the courtyard in front of the palace and the opposite wing. She could see courtiers walking up and down. There were ladies walking in twos and threes, gentlemen were standing in multiple parties as well. In a corner here and there, she could see some people also relieving themselves. Anne made a face of disgust, but this was the way of the French court. They were not the cleanest royals to be sure. She moved away from the window and walked back up the corridor.

Anne made her way back to the garden party outside, hoping to avoid Philippe. And he was gone, much to her relief. She couldn’t scope him out anywhere. Her sister however did catch her and hurriedly made her way over to Anne. Mary was utterly confused at Anne’s behavior and made it known.

“What the hell was that, Anne?” Mary cried.

“I don’t know what came over me, Mary. I don’t know why I let him kiss me. What’s wrong with me?” Anne’s voice was trembling and she was on the verge of tears as she began pacing again.

Mary’s gaze softened and she stopped Anne from pacing.

“You just don’t like him like that. That’s all. It’s completely alright not to. I just wish you hadn’t allowed yourself to kiss him. I think he might be more interested in him than you are of him. Was it a bad kiss?” Mary explained, calmly.

“No, it was nice. I just - yeah, I think you might be right. I don’t know how I feel about Philippe. I don’t know if I even want to think about it. I know I have only known him for a short while but my heart will not allow itself to attach to him in any way, Mary. It’s closed off. I think he’s lovely and sweet but I cannot continue to encourage him.”

“That’s completely alright! It’s good you noticed it now and not later on. I would talk to him about it immediately though. Don’t wait to do that. It’ll only get worse in the end.” Mary said, reassuringly.

“I doubt I can find him now, I don’t even know where his lodgings are.”

“I don’t think you have to look very far, Anne.” Mary whispered, looking behind Anne’s shoulder.

Anne could see her attention was elsewhere. She turned around and saw Philippe walking back up their way. Mary patted Anne on the shoulder, hoping to boost her confidence a little more before leaving the pair. Anne shifted uncomfortably as Philippe came up to her. He’d looked like shit, especially after what she had done to him.

“I’m so sorry, Philippe. I don’t know if I can allow this to continue any further than friendship.”

“Why not?” he asked, his eyes flashing for a moment. “What could possibly be holding you back?”

“It’s happening so quickly and we met only a few weeks ago. I would like to know you better as a friend.”

“I can’t just be your friend, Lady Anne. I want to be more than that. I have to be honest about how I feel at least. You have taken over my mind and I can’t stop thinking about you.”

“I can’t, Philippe!” Anne exclaimed, getting frustrated. “I hope you can understand that. If you can’t accept the fact I just prefer to be friends, then maybe we shouldn’t see one another anymore.”

He looked as though he’d been punched in the stomach and slowly nodded. He released a struggling breath and laughed incredulously.

“Fine, we’ll do it your way then. I’m sorry for wasting your time, my lady.” Philippe barely could say the words and he left in a hurry, storming off away from Anne.

Even as he stormed off, she could see his fists clenching tightly together, his shoulders tense as he walked. He kicked at the pebbles and some went flying. Anne sighed and gnawed at her bottom lip. She knew it was for a good reason. And Mary was right, it was better to tell him right away than wait longer and for them both to be miserable in the long run. Anne turned back towards the white tents that hosted the garden party. She found her sister and Princess Mary and the other ladies-in-waiting.

“How did it go?” Mary B. asked softly.

“Not well, but it’s done,” Anne answered.

“That’s good at least. Now you don’t have to worry about it or it dragging on.”

“I hope so. I told him I’d still want to be friends, but he didn’t want that.”

“Well, at least you have an answer.”

“What’s happened, Annie, why do you look so down in the dumps?” Princess Mary inquired, looking concerned.

“Anne had to break someone’s heart, sadly,” Mary B. answered, her voice full of understanding.

“Already?” Princess Mary gasped. “You don’t waste any time, do you, Lady A?”

“I’d rather not lead the poor guy on, it’s not fair to him.” Anne explained.

“That’s incredibly smart of you, and for your first court romance too. I must say I’m rather impressed.” Princess Mary said, with a proud look on her face.

“He seemed really, genuinely interested but I am sorry for it, a little.”

“How was he, Mary B?” Princess Mary asked, turning to look at Anne’s sister.

“He was more depressed about it than I thought he’d be. I think Anne is right in saying his interests were for real.”

“Well, he’ll get over it and there are plenty of more men around for you to set your sights on. Good for you, Anne.” Princess Mary complimented and patted her friend’s arm in a motherly way.

“I hope so,” Anne barely whispered, praying and hoping that her feelings of guilt would go away sooner rather than later.

. . .

June 1, 1520 - A Week Before the Field of the Cloth of Gold

It had been a long six years in France and Anne was starting to feel it, even at twenty years old. It feels like yesterday she had just arrived and started her position as lady-in-waiting to Princess Mary. That had all changed a few months later, Mary had been crowned Queen of France. That had only lasted until 1515 and then during a liaison between her and the king, he had died suddenly. Queen Mary was hardly swayed by the supposed “traumatic” experience when it happened. She had confided in Mary B., Anne and Jane first but when she was presented as Queen in court the following day, she was in full mourning and put on a fake presence of being heartbroken at the death of her “beloved king” and husband.

Not long after, she had run away with Charles Brandon who’d come to visit for a time at the behest of her brother King Henry of England. He would come to collect Mary and bring her home. Anne was the only one who knew that they had fallen for each other. They secretly got married and Anne was one of two witnesses that had seen their wedding. Later on Mary Brandon, Duchess of Suffolk had written to Anne and told her everything that happened after they’d returned to England. Her brother had been fuming and was in utter rage when he found out they got married without his knowledge.

He had eventually calmed down and accepted the fact they got married but it took him a good long while. Mary Brandon had avoided going back to court for a while, as did Charles, so as not to get in the way of the king. Anne later that year also learned that Philippe had gone off to fight in the Battle of Marignano under Francis I during his Italian campaign and died in the war. Philippe’s brother, Francois, had given her the news during Yuletide.

Also, despite having her sister Mary as his mistress, Francis married the now Queen Claude. She and Mary were serving as Queen Claude’s ladies-in-waiting. Mary continued to be Francis’ mistress. Because of that, the talk around the palace was that Mary Boleyn was called “the very great whore” by courtiers, the English mare by the king, and a homewrecker by some others. Their father was obviously furious about that so last year he’d asked Mary to come home to England. Mary was completely distraught about the fact she had to go back to England and leave Anne behind.

Anne was left by herself in France and she knew that she would be fine, she’d learned so much in the past six years and had lasted this long in her position. Mary had written to Anne a few months ago announcing her engagement to William Carey. Anne had been thrilled and wrote back eagerly, completely excited to hear that Mary found someone so kind and special. And not only that, she was maid-of-honour to Queen Katherine. Things certainly did look up for Mary and Anne was so happy to hear all the wonderful news.

She shared the news with Lady Jane and Lady Kate, both of whom had stayed to be ladies-in-waiting under Queen Claude. The other ladies had departed back to England little by little over the few years. Some left because their fathers had found husbands for them or better posts. Now, there were only three English ladies left and Anne was thankful that Jane and Kate had both stayed. Now, the entire French court was preparing for the event of the summer. King Henry the VIII of England and King Francis I of France were finally under peaceful terms and wanted to celebrate their momentous occasion. The expense of this festival would be extravagant; Anne found out the sum from Queen Claude who’d briefly whispered it in hushed tones.

The Field of the Cloth of Gold would ultimately symbolize their peace treaty and the fact they wanted to showcase their wealth and power but also the fact that they had mutual respect for one another as God-ordained kings of Europe. They were the spokesmen for God and His kingdom, according to their ideologies and this was the way to show it off for the world to see. The alliance, they all hoped, would be a powerful one and one that would cause the envy of Spain and even Portugal.

Even the entourage traveling with them was magnificent, Anne would later see. Several hundreds of attendants for both English monarchs would travel with them by boat and then across land to meet Francis and Claude. And there were just as many in King Francis’ traveling court. It was then when Anne received wonderful news that her own mother, Mary and William Carey would be joining the traveling party. Anne was thrilled and made sure to have everything ready in fine condition for their arrival.

The royal entourage made their way on the day to the Field of the Cloth of Gold. Anne saw the magnificence of the whole spectacle. There was one colossal tent made of gold that shimmered in the sunlight that morning. Other tents were scattered throughout the field. Red and white tents ran along the vast open area. Anne walked along the path with the other courtiers and looked at everything. Court jesters were present and playing with fire and doing tricks and stunts. There was a fountain of wine nearby which was pouring out wine constantly. All around people were socializing, laughing and getting ready to enjoy the festivities.

Anne walked around until she was able to find Queen Claude. Lady Jane and Lady Kate were already there with the circle of royals and they sat in the tents at the tables, feasting. Anne took her place beside the queen and poured herself some wine and plated her food. The table had all sorts of fruits, meats, pastries and desserts - and it was a decadent feast, everything one could possibly enjoy. Anne ate slowly and joined in the aimless conversation about the festivities that would take place during this royal summit.

The first tournament that would begin was jousting, but that wasn’t until tomorrow morning. Today was feasting, settling in, and an all-out masquerade ball. All the ladies were excited about the prospect of rooting for their favorite knights and got their colors and ribbons ready for offering good luck and they were already placing bets for tomorrow. Just as their feasting also began, King Henry and Queen Katherine made their presence known. Trumpeters sounded outside the tent and the royals came forward into the tent, bowing and dipping into a curtsy in front of Queen Claude and King Francis. The French monarchs got up and stepped away from the table, having to go around though, but went to greet their English counterparts nonetheless. Queen Claude embraced Katherine and kissed her on the cheek. Both Henry and Francis laughed boisterously; they shook each other’s hands and clasped the other’s shoulder in a brotherly manner.

Anne smiled, she was thankful that there was peace between them - no signs of animosity between the royals. Anne looked at Queen Katherine and admired her beauty and her elegance. Her long reddish gold hair was tucked under a French hood and she wore the colors of her husband’s house; a lush, emerald, velvet green dress embroidered with the finest gold thread. All the ladies-in-waiting and the king’s men were standing to pay homage to the kings and queens. Queen Claude introduced Queen Katherine to her ladies. Anne was the first to greet the other queen.

“This is my maid-of-honor, Lady Anne Boleyn. My other ladies-in-waiting, Lady Jane Herbert and Lady Kate Spencer and I have three other ladies but they seem to have disappeared on me again.”

“Lady Anne Boleyn?” Queen Katherine asked, raising an arched brow. “Is your sister Mary Boleyn?”

“Yes, Your Majesty,” Anne answered, dropping into a curtsy.

“How amusing that we should each of us have a Boleyn girl as maids-of-honour, Queen Claude,” Katherine said, not taking her eyes off Anne.

There was something about Anne Boleyn she didn’t like. She couldn’t quite place what it was. Queen Katherine glanced at her husband who had indeed noticed the young woman. Even though he was talking to Francis, he was not-so-subtly eyeing Anne Boleyn.

“What a small world it is,” Queen Claude remarked, with a laugh.

“Forgive me, Your Majesty - is my sister present?” Anne inquired, standing up straight again.

“I believe she is, she is right outside the tent.”

“Might I go see my sister, Majesty?” Anne turned to look at Queen Claude.

“You may, dear Anne.”

Anne curtsied quickly and departed the feasting tent and found Mary almost immediately. She had a husband at her side and their mother was there too. Anne nearly shrieked in delight when she ran up to Mary. The sisters embraced one another warmly and laughed as they held each other. Elizabeth Howard, their mother, smiled at the reunion of her daughters. Mary’s husband also did and glanced at his mother-in-law.

“I can’t believe you’re here in Calais! I’m so excited you are here. How is everything?” Anne cried, as she pulled away from her sister’s embrace.

“We’re doing so well. Oh, also, Anne, this is my husband William. William, this is my sister, Anne.”

“Pleasure to meet you, Anne, Mary’s talked only about you this entire trip over to Calais.” William said, giving Anne a quick hug.

“I’m so glad for you and Mary both. I can’t believe I missed the wedding though! How did the wedding go?”

“It was a quiet ceremony at home at Hever Castle. But, it went so well. Mary and I both wish you could have been there, Anne.” William answered.

Anne gave Mary a light-hearted smile and then turned to her mother. Lady Elizabeth smiled warmly at her daughter and hugged her. Anne hadn’t seen her mother in almost ten years and it was wonderful to be with her family again, even in a foreign place.

“Oh my Anne, it’s so good to see you and have both my daughters together,” Lady Elizabeth exclaimed, with a contented sigh.

“Mother, you look so well, you haven’t aged at all. What’s your secret?” Anne asked, with a playful look.

Lady Elizabeth laughed gleefully and patted her daughter’s shoulder. She shook her head, rolling her eyes at her youngest daughter.

“Anne,” she remarked.

“What? I’m genuinely curious!” Anne said in her own defense. “Also, is Father here?”

“I do believe so, but I think he’s calming down Francis’ mother. She was in a state when we arrived only to see King Henry clean-shaven. They had made a vow not to shave until this summit but Henry did. It seems Louise has taken that as a snub towards her son. She’s more offended than he is. Your father is trying to appease her. Honestly, the French take offense to every little thing,” Lady Elizabeth hissed, with a bit of snark.

“Well, our father always did have a way with kings and queens. He always has the right thing to say. I’m sure things will blow over.” Anne added.

“Quite right you are, Anne, it has indeed been smoothed over, my dears.” Thomas Boleyn greeted his family with a smile and hugged his daughters; he kissed his wife and shook his son-in-law’s hand firmly.

“Hello, Father, long time no see! How’s everything been for you?” Anne asked, lovingly.

“Oh, nothing I can’t handle. I suppose things have been kind of mad since the whole planning of this summit for the kings. But, I told Louise that our good Queen Katherine likes a clean shaven face. That is why Henry had to shave. He didn’t want to appear like a ruffian in front of his wife. She is very careful about hygiene, I suppose. Henry might not be, but Katherine is a different story altogether.”

Anne, Mary and their mother all giggled, amused by their father’s sharp wit.

“You really do have a way to appease our kings and queens, don’t you darling?” Lady Elizabeth said, with a hearty laugh and smile.

“I’m so terribly clever at it,” Thomas exclaimed, with a flare of the dramatic about him. “Now, come, the feasting is still going on and we don’t want to keep our kings and queens waiting for us. Let’s go on in and join them!”

. . . AB . . .

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Trumpets made their fanfare as King Henry and King Francis, their queens following behind and all the attendants walked down the carpet rolled out especially for them as they made their way to the tourney grounds. The second round of jousting, later on in the afternoon there would be wrestling matches if the knights weren’t too beaten up. All knights that would be competing were ready, armored and their lances standing upright leaning against the fence. All the nobles took their places and the knights did too. They were mounted on their horses and ready to begin the joust. In the middle of the field, the gamekeeper waved a flag and declared the game to start.

Anne watched in anticipation as the horses charged towards one another, the hooves thundering on the ground, sending dirt up into the air. Lances were at the ready, aiming at either knights and the crash made the ladies jump and gasp. A shield had been shattered and it had been the one on the left side, the gold lion in pieces on the ground. The knight on his horse had stumbled and nearly fallen at the force of the impact. The horses slowed into a trot and the knights regained their stance. After a moment or two to recover, they were ready for the second round, the knight on the left had a new shield on his arm and his lance in the other. The audiences cheered as the second round was getting ready to start. Anne took hold of her sister’s hand, not even realizing how tense she was watching the spectacle before her. The horses took off again, lances lowered and the knight on the right had been properly knocked off his horse.

The audience gasped and stood up; some women had cried out as they saw the knight barely able to get up off the ground. Attendants helped the poor knight off the ground and dragged him to the medical tents nearby. As the next knights got ready, Anne looked around the audience and spotted Mary Brandon nearby, sitting with her husband - no doubt who sat beside King Henry. Mary looked over at the right time and smiled widely when she saw Anne. She waved eagerly and Anne did also. Anne got up and made her way behind the crowds to find Princess Mary. Princess Mary must have done the same because when she came up, Princess Mary pulled Anne into a tight hug and nearly screamed when she saw her best friend.

“Annie!” Princess Mary nearly shrieked in delight.

“Oh my God! I can’t believe you’re here also! I haven’t seen you in years!” Anne cried, continuing to hold her friend.

“I know it’s been ages! Anne, you HAVE to meet my husband properly. I know you were at our wedding, but I know you didn’t have time to talk much. Come say hi to our family! Come on!” Princess Mary was practically jumping up and down with giddiness.

“Alright! Lead the way,” Anne said, with a smile.

Princess Mary and Lady Anne made their way back towards the side the royals had been sitting on, which was a little further down the way from where Anne had been. Princess Mary moved the curtain over and stepped up onto the platform. Charles Brandon turned and greeted his wife with a kiss. She smiled and touched his cheek gently.

“How are you, my love?” she asked, tenderly.

“Very well, who’s this with you?”

“You don’t remember Anne?” Princess Mary retorted, almost offended. “Charlie, this is Anne Boleyn. She was my lady-in-waiting when I was married to old King Louis. She was one of our witnesses!”

“Oh, right - sorry about that, lovely to see you again, Lady Anne,” Charles said, offering his hand to her.

Princess Mary rolled her eyes at her husband as Anne shook his hand, feeling rather awkward about the whole situation. She didn’t show it though. She remained steadfast and calm, smiling pretentiously.

“It’s good to see you again, Your Grace. It has been a while, but I’m so glad you and Princess Mary were both able to join the summit.” Anne responded, coolly.

“What’s this? Are we making introductions, sis?” King Henry looked at Mary inquisitively and his brow arched. “Who did you bring with you?”

“Brother, this is Lady Anne Boleyn, she formerly waited on me when I was married to Louis. Anne, this is my dearest older brother, King Henry.” Princess Mary introduced them.

Henry caught his breath when he saw Anne dip into a low curtsy, still standing beside Charles Brandon. Her wavy, raven black hair fell way past her shoulders and her fair skin was almost glowing in the sunlight. Her mouth was painted red, and her grayish blue eyes were illuminated also by the light. She rose gracefully and looked at Henry, her expression well-hidden. He could hardly tell what she was feeling. She must have been used to meeting royalty. Although, he did notice a hint of a light shade of pink form across her cheeks.

“What do you do now, Lady Anne?”

“I am Her Majesty Queen Claude’s maid-of-honor, Your Majesty.”

“Hmm,” King Henry hummed. “What do you think of the field of the cloth of gold?”

“I’ve been enjoying it and I’m glad to see my family and friends again. The jousting is a bit violent, but I suppose that’s to be expected.”

“You don’t like sports?” King Henry mused.

“Not particularly,” Anne confessed. “I prefer reading and the arts to some sports.”

“At least you’re honest, Lady Anne. I’m tired of people kissing my ass all the time.” King Henry remarked, nearly shouting.

“Henry, my love, please don’t shout.” Katherine begged, placing her hand gently on her husband’s.

“Stop, Katherine, you’re not my mother. You’re my wife. Act like it.” Henry spat, glaring at her and jerked his hand out from under hers. “I need a drink. Charlie, come with me.”

The two men got up and left the seats. Anne glanced at Queen Katherine who looked as though a dagger had gone through her. Anne felt a wave of empathy for the queen, and she watched as Princess Mary took Henry’s spot for a moment. She placed her hand reassuringly on Katherine’s shoulder.

“He’s just drunk and tense now, Katherine. I wouldn’t worry too much about my brother. You know how he says and does stupid shit when he’s like that.”

“I know, but it’s hard to watch him be a completely different person here, Mary. I can’t help but think he doesn’t love me anymore.” Katherine confessed, her voice cracking as she spoke.

“That’s nonsense! He does love you, Your Majesty. I know you all have been under so much pressure with this whole treaty with France. Once this royal summit is over and we’re back in England, things will be calm again. You’ll see.”

Even Anne smiled at the way Princess Mary spoke to her sister-in-law. It was touching to see and witness. The queen then smiled and took hold of Princess Mary’s hand.

“Thank you for being so kind to me.”

“Always!” Princess Mary said, reassuringly.

“You, Lady Anne,” Queen Katherine looked at the other young woman, her tone sharp and full of authority as she regained her composure. “What you have witnessed, I urge you to keep to yourself. As close as you are with Queen Claude. I implore you that this is no one’s business.”

“I’ll take it with me to the grave, Your Majesty.” Anne promised, with a curtsy.

“Good, I believe your queen is looking for you, Lady Anne. I’d make haste and go back to her.”

Anne left gracefully, feeling Katherine’s steely gaze on her the entire time. Queen Katherine was beloved by the English people and formidable. Katherine of Aragon was not to be crossed, and Anne knew that. Anne, however, kept her pride and refused to look back at her. She wouldn’t give the queen the benefit of the doubt that Anne was weak and just seeking the attention of Katherine’s husband. Anne wasn’t like that at all. She wasn’t a homewrecker, and she refused to be - even if King Henry started making his pursuits of her. She had seen the look he’d given her when Princess Mary introduced them to each other. The look almost made her uncomfortable and queasy on the inside. Her own sister had become the king’s mistress. Mary had secretly confessed this to Anne the previous evening after the masquerade ball.

Despite the fact that she was married to William Carey, she still allowed the king to go after her. Anne was surprised. First it had been Francis for God knows how long and now Henry. Anne was rather annoyed at the fact Mary did this to herself. She understood the fact it was for a good position in court but surely there HAD to be better ways than sleeping around like a whore. She hated thinking that way about her sister, but she clearly had different pursuits than Anne. Poor William, Anne thought, what must he have been thinking of his own wife doing something like that? Did he know Mary was sleeping with the King of England? Did he know that she slept with the King of France?

Anne made a vow to herself that she would never be someone’s mistress. She didn’t want to be used and tossed aside the next day, even if she did have a husband. She couldn’t do it. She didn’t know how so many women were able to do something like that and seeing them being tossed aside for someone else the next day. Then their reputations were ruined along the way because of it. Anne knew for a fact she didn’t want a life like that. It was all or nothing for her.

. . .

There had been wrestling matches all throughout the week and bets being placed. Everyone had been in high spirits because of the endless supplies of wine and beer. The wine fountain was never without visitors as was the one with the beer. Anne, however, did limit herself and many of the other ladies did also. There were some ladies who hadn’t, like Lady Jane and Lady Kate. They were behaving wildly along with the crowd by the first few days in and this had already been the first week of the Field of Gold. There was a boxing ring created just for this event, and it was put up near the makeshift castle. In a drunken stupor, Francis had challenged Henry to a wrestling match after a drinking game. He threw down the glove on the ground, in front of the English King and sized him up.

“Do you accept this challenge or are you going to back away like a coward?” Francis asked, his French accent heavy as he spoke, and his voice slurred from the wine.

The rival kings were nearly touching noses and Henry’s eyes flashed as he looked at Francis. The rage he felt for the French king egging him on was visible for all to see.

“I accept this challenge of yours, Francis. Let’s take this outside. Now.” King Henry snarled and shoved past the courtiers around them and went outside to the boxing ring.

Henry stripped off his layers of shirts and threw them on the ground and he kicked off his boots. The sea of people followed their kings outside in excitement to watch this spectacle take place. Anne and Mary Boleyn were amongst the crowd to witness the kings’ tempers flaring. It was worse when they were both drunk. If they hadn’t had so much wine, the mood might not have been so bad. Francis had stripped off his shirts as well and jumped into the ring, ready to knock Henry off his feet.

Both men released a shrill battle cry as they lunged at each other. They kept their stance firm and tried to shove each other around. Francis nearly stumbled a couple times, as did Henry. Anne looked over at the queens who’d both been watching on the other side. Both of them had apprehensive looks on their faces. Queen Claude glanced at Katherine and took hold of her hand. Anne could see the queens sharing a glance, wondering if they were empathetic towards each other’s troubles now. Within moments, Francis had the upper hand and knocked Henry to the ground. Henry got up in rage, his face matching the color of his ginger hair. He screamed at Francis, almost like a child throwing a temper tantrum and wanted to knock Francis to the ground, but a man clad in red stopped the king. Anne looked at the cardinal who’d had a firm grip.

“I want a fucking rematch! I’m the King! I COMMAND IT!” Henry bellowed, trying to make a lunge for Francis.

“Shut up, you’re fucking drunk! I’m also the king, we’re equals you fool! I won! Fair and square, Henri,” Francis snapped, turning around to glare at the English King. “Or are you not man enough to suck it up?”

Henry shouted again at the top of his lungs, utter rage enveloping him as Francis sauntered off, grabbing his shirts from the pageboy nearby. He glanced at the Boleyn sisters, winking at Mary and giving her a smirk. Mary looked at him wide-eyed as did Anne. Henry was still red in the face even as his cardinal tried to calm him down. Anne watched the spectacle before her in shock. She decided to retreat quietly through the crowds to the tent their family had put up. She sighed in relief when she was able to enjoy the quiet. She sat down at the table and found the book she had been reading the other day.

Anne was glad she found joy in reading. It had allowed her to lose focus on the world around her. It was a reprise from all the shit that went on around her. Distantly, she could still hear obnoxious laughter and muffled conversation. But all that soon drowned out when she got absorbed in her book. It was 'The Book of the Duchess' by Chaucer. She’d recently got the leatherbound book from Lady Jane, whose mother had sent it from their personal library. Geoffrey Chaucer had been one of Anne’s favorite poets. He had the sort of wit and humor she enjoyed and found herself immersed in Alcyone’s plights and mourning for her husband who’d been lost at sea. Anne released a heavy sigh. She’d had it for one day all the fun and games. Sometimes, it was a little bit too much for her. Anne was well-rounded enough where she could socialize and watch the spectacles and entertainment.

But every chance she got, Anne would try to slip away to read and unwind from the day's happenings. It would be a chance for her to prepare for the next day also. Anne didn’t mind and she hoped the others wouldn’t either. And her family knew her best of all - they could always make some sort of excuse for her absence. Deep in her thoughts, she wished for a life where there were no troubles of court gossip and power-hungry men. She just wanted one chance to experience life and enjoy it.

That was next to impossible being a royal maid-of-honor. She wanted to find a husband who loved her and was well off so she could have all the books she wanted. She wanted to live quietly in the countryside somewhere - away from all the noise. She supposed that soon would be the time to start looking for that husband of hers. If she were to say something about this to her father or even to Queen Claude, they would attempt to arrange something for her for their benefit. No. She wanted to be fully in love before she married. Anne hadn’t realized that she’d fallen asleep reading.

The other Boleyns had returned to their tent to find the youngest Boleyn girl asleep, arm sprawled on the table and a book lying upside down beside her. Thomas chuckled lightly when he saw his daughter - always studious - like this. Carefully, he went to pick her up from the long table and placed her gently down onto the bed that had been hers. He removed the French hood from her head and placed it on a chair nearby. Thomas Boleyn kissed her forehead and bade her good night before he, too, went to bed beside his wife.

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Chapter Eight - The Return to England

After the events of the Field of the Cloth of Gold, the Boleyn family had returned to England. Anne had resigned her post as lady-in-waiting to Queen Claude. The French queen had personally written highly esteemed letters of Anne’s character should she ever be in need of a position for a lady-in-waiting again. The crossing of the Channel had been a little choppy and the girls were thankful to be on land once their ship finally made port in England. Anne was grateful to be headed straight home to Hever Castle. It had been so long since she’d been there. England almost felt foreign to her. Anne told her father and mother both that all she wanted was to be at home for a while before rejoining any kind of court life.

She would help her mother with household duties and running the home, as Mary was a wife and had her own home to run. Anne didn’t mind the domestic duties, particularly after so long being involved in court life. Even George had come to visit, excited to see his family returned in one piece to Hever Castle. George was fairly tall, lean and well-built. His head of dark hair fell just a little over his shoulders and was rather wavy, perhaps windswept because of the horseback ride over. There was quite a feast for their family dinner that evening. Anne was so grateful to be home, present amongst those who knew her the best.

Their voices were all overlapping one another, even as musicians played in the corner near the large hearth that was burning. Anne felt joy as she looked around at her family, Mary was sitting beside her husband. George and Anne sat across the way from them and their mother and father at the ends of the table. I wish as the author I could say that this is the life that Anne Boleyn continued to have; pleasant, away from royalty and enjoying a country life with her loved ones. This was her desire - what she had come to realize in France. But of course, that is not how this story is going to unfold. Anne never told anyone that day she was introduced to the King of England - she had had a sense of foreboding when she’d seen him staring at her.

The feeling crept back over her as she thought back on that day in June. A chill went down her spine as she remembered the look in his eye, the desire for her. Her smile faded and she drank some wine, hoping to forget those thoughts. George glanced over at his youngest sister, noticing the look of dread she had etched on her features. He grasped her shoulder gently, startling her from her daydreams.

“Annie? You alright, sis?” he asked, concerned.

“Fine, just trying not to think about France anymore.” Anne said, a ghost of a laugh escaped her.

“Was it really that bad?” George wondered.

“Not really, but the last few months, I’d rather just forget about.”

“Alright - who’s the guy?” George whispered, leaning over to Anne so only she could hear him. “Whose nose do I need to break?”

She looked at him shocked.

“What are you talking about?” Anne questioned.

George sent her a look and rolled his eyes.

“Anne, come on,” he scoffed, teasingly.

“How can you tell, Georgie?” Anne hissed back.

“I’m your brother, I know we’ve been apart for some time but give me some credit. Something’s clearly bothering you, you’ve gotten all quiet all of a sudden and you have a distant look on your face like you’re thinking about something or someone.”

“Meet me in the library later and I’ll tell you. I don’t want to say anything here.”

“Alright,” George agreed.

They finished dinner and the family quietly dispersed. Anne said good night to her sister and brother-in-law. The pair made their way home for the evening. Anne met George in the library after their parents went to bed. The fireplace was still lit, and some candles were about. Anne sat down on the chair beside her brother. He poured them some more wine.

“Okay, tell me about the guy.”

“How can you tell just like that I’m thinking about a guy?” Anne wondered, in amazement.

“I’ve seen Mary with that same look, especially after she started seeing our beloved Tudor King.” George remarked.

“Well, I met him during the Field of the Cloth of Gold. I didn’t like the way he looked at me, George.” Anne answered, truthfully.

“How did he look at you?” her brother asked, calmly - there was no judgment in the tone of his voice when he spoke to her.

“Like how some men look at women - when they can’t have them.” Anne confessed, looking at the crackling fire. “George, he’s already gotten Mary. She’s the king’s mistress - one of them. And you know she’s been with Francis too. I don’t like the fact Henry probably thinks I’m easy like Mary. Don’t get me wrong, I love our sister. But, being at the French court really didn’t help her with that. It happened all the time there.”

“I knew there was a reason why I don’t like Henry. This just confirms it. Sadly, I can’t break his nose. He’s the king. He’ll have my head if I try to do that.” George exclaimed, the irritation growing in his voice. “Damn it. Do you think William knows about this?”

“If he does, he’s playing it really well; that it’s not bothering him. I’d be so pissed if I was in his position. But I’m just a woman so what do I know?” Anne said, with a huff. “I can try to put it off as long as possible, if he tries to pursue me. I don’t want to go to court because if he sees me again, he just might.”

“Well, you can’t exactly disobey the king. None of us can. If the king tells me to marry some chick I don’t even know, I have to do it.”

“What if Father’s the one to tell you to marry some chick?” Anne asked.

“So, then I could say no; technically, especially if I don’t like her or see it going anywhere. I have some say if it’s our father making those demands. But, the king - good luck.”

“Don’t ever tell anyone I said this out loud but fuck the king.” Anne whispered, in case there were servants about listening.

“Fuck the king,” George whispered back with a smile, clinking their wine chalices together. George began laughing.

Anne burst into a fit of giggles hearing her brother laugh. They shared a good laugh for a moment before it subsided.

“I missed you, Annie.”

“I missed you too, Georgie.”

He patted her on the shoulder and got up.

“I’m off to bed. I’ll see you in the morning. Good night, Anne.” George leaned down and kissed her on the forehead before leaving.

“Good night, George.”

She was glad they were on the same page about their king. Anne smiled and leaned back into the chair for a while longer. She certainly was happy to be home and hoped to avoid telling the king and queen she was back for some time.

. . .

The next couple years had been completely uneventful for Anne, which she was thankful for. She had stayed mostly at home with their mother and helped continue running the household. Every now and again, she’d visit her sister and brother-in-law at their home. Mary had frequently come and gone to Hever Castle also. Despite being the King’s mistress, she often was able to retreat to her and William’s estate. It had to be approved by King Henry of course. William also had indeed known about his wife’s liaisons with both kings but had been gracious about it. Mary was so fortunate to have a husband who had been willing to stay even after her being adulterous. Anne was quite certain that most men would not have. She wondered even if the king had paid a great deal to silence William. That’s something she felt like King Henry would do.

Anne sighed as she sat at the desk and read through the household ledgers. It wasn’t something she normally did, but both her brother and father were away. Her mother, as kind and considerate as she was and good at running a household, did not know a thing about finance or what their expenditure was like. Thankfully, Anne had a thorough education and was clever. She sat in the study until sundown and realized her eyes had been strained. Her vision was slightly blurred and she was exhausted. Anne couldn’t wait until her father and brother came back. She didn’t mind the responsibility and the trust that her father had in her. But at the same time, Anne wanted to do more than work the ledgers.

She got up and massaged what she could on her shoulders before making her way to the dining hall. Her mother was there; William and Mary had joined them for dinner again. Anne poured herself some wine and sat down across from her sister. She filled her plate with pheasant, potatoes, some pudding and a bit of tart. There was also a small suckling pig which she had carved some meat out for herself. The rest of her family had already been eating, but slowly.

“How was your day, Annie?” Mary asked, kindly.

“I went over the week’s ledgers. It's an exhausting business. I don’t know how Father does it on a regular basis.”

“It’s so good of you to do it, Anne, while he’s away. I know that your father will appreciate it also.” Lady Elizabeth said, warmly. “I hope that everything is running smoothly.”

“Yes, there are a few things I think Father can cut back on, but I’ll mention it to him once he comes back from court. Overall, we are financially doing alright. Nothing is suffering, thank God.”

“That’s excellent news!” Lady Elizabeth complimented. “I’m sure that this will be a good experience for you once you have your own household, should something happen to your husband one day. I’m so glad that my children know many things. You know more than I did when I married your father.”

“I wonder if my husband will be intimidated by my brains.” Anne commented.

“If he is, then he’s not the right match for you. A husband who’s intimidated by his wife will do you no good. You’ll need someone who can encourage you to continue to be intellectual, my dear sister.” William chimed in. “And he will love the fact that you are so smart.”

Anne and Mary glanced at each other, immediately impressed by William’s words of advice. Anne took it to heart and kept it near and dear to her.

“Don’t give this man up, Mary. You’d be wise to stay with him. I like my brother-in-law even more.” Anne exclaimed, laughing.

“I don’t intend to. I really am the luckiest woman to have someone like you, Will.” Mary said, lovingly.

“Just as I am honored to be a part of the Boleyn family. It’s nice to have siblings of my own that actually like my company and tolerate me. George has been an excellent brother-in-law and Anne a wonderful sister. To our family,” William confessed, and raised his glass for a toast.

The Boleyn ladies reciprocated the toast and raised their glasses before the intake of the wine. The sound of a carriage rolling up the path had them all startled and confused. It was nearly nine in the evening, and they had visitors coming? The greyhounds outside began barking and the family within the dining room could hear the servants speaking loudly, giving orders. The ladies and William dispersed quickly from the dining room and made their way to the entryway, wondering who’d been coming to their home this late hour. The heavy mahogany door opened, only to reveal their father and George. Thomas looked at his family in surprise and smiled when he saw they were all here.

“Father!”

“Thomas!”

The family greeted their father and brother, completely shocked at his arrival. He hadn’t even mentioned to them that he’d be coming home. He laughed and gave everyone warm embraces and kisses on the cheek.

“Thomas, you horrid tease, why did you not tell us you were coming home tonight?” Lady Elizabeth cried. “I would have waited to have supper until you came home.”

“Nonsense! I like to surprise my family once and a while. I have a few days I can spend with you all before I have to go back. But while you all are here, I have an announcement. Her Majesty Queen Catherine has offered Anne a position as a lady-in-waiting. I told our queen that you have been a lady-in-waiting before and have plenty of experience in it. And there is to be a performance done at York Palace with a few ladies the queen has asked, and the king has asked some men to be included. It is for the masquerade ball, and you have been given the role of ‘Perseverance’. And Mary, you will be playing ‘Kindness’. Now, girls, in a week’s time, I want you both to be ready to return to court with me. It’s high time you were presented here, Anne.” Thomas explained, looking at Anne and Mary.
“Queen Catherine wants me to be her lady-in-waiting?” Anne asked, shocked.

“Yes! I told her of your good conduct and reasonable skills, and she would like to meet you personally when I go back. She seemed very interested.”

“That’s wonderful news, Annie! We can both go together again! Just like when we were with Princess Mary!”

Anne smiled gratefully at her father, even though deep down she had anxiety about seeing King Henry again. She had seen him completely lose his temper in France and that was something she didn’t want to experience again. She had known from Princess Mary that her brother had a temper - but her opinions had been a total understatement. She had underplayed her brother entirely.

“So, Tuesday next week, we’ll go ahead and leave for York Palace.”

“Alright,” Anne agreed.

She looked over at George who’d been watching her reaction the whole time. George had that annoyingly knowing look on his face. He was the only one who knew so far of her true feelings. She was close with Mary, certainly, but Mary was too infatuated with her relationships now. She had two different ones and wouldn’t understand in the same way. Mary did before she’d married, but married life had shifted her opinions on things. Not entirely, but there were some things that did change. Who would have guessed that in two weeks’ time, Anne would once again become a lady-in-waiting to a queen?

She certainly hadn’t planned on it. But, it was looming ahead. She didn’t know what to expect from Queen Catherine; the little moment they did share back in Calais, Anne could tell Catherine didn’t like her already. But, Anne was very impressionable. She would make every effort to win Catherine over and perhaps then she could steer clear away from the king. With Catherine’s protection as an ally, Anne prayed that King Henry would stay away. God willing.

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Chapter Nine - Welcome to Court, Lady Anne

Whitehall Palace was massive as Anne peered out the carriage window. The king’s men and women were everywhere - hundreds of people vacated this palace, just like the French court. Anne wasn’t nearly as impressed with the people as she was with the palace itself. She’d always had a fascination with the architecture of buildings - how different each royal residence looked. There were some similarities of course, but even so - each King had their own unique taste. The carriage came to a halt. Anne stepped out with Mary close behind her. Anne was happy that her father and sister were familiar with the place. They could eventually show her around and help her familiarize with the place.

Mary pulled her along and showed her where she would often stay when they were here. Anne would stay in the same place as there was plenty of room for both of them. The servants were bringing in Anne’s trunks already. Their father told the girls to meet him in the grand hall after the short tour. He would bring Anne to meet Katherine of Aragon once again. This would be her second meeting with the Queen of England. Anne braced herself for the introduction. It did not help that Katherine of Aragon was the daughter of Isabella and Ferdinand. All of Europe knew about their reign. Apart from the Tudor family and Plantagenets, Katherine’s mother and father had been the most powerful monarchs in the known world. They were feared across Europe and revered in Spain as well as Portugal.

Her parents had financed the conquest of the New World and brought back riches beyond Europe’s wildest imaginings. And they had made the strongest allegiance by marrying Queen Catherine to first Prince Arthur, then his brother Henry. Isabella had reformed Spain and now Spain was in the lead when it came to Catholicism. Aside from Rome, Anne didn’t know any other country that was more Catholic than Spain. Yes, England was - but not in the same way. They were stout Catholics and unwavering in their convictions.

Anne felt intimidated by the Queen’s convictions, especially considering Anne no longer agreed with the Catholic church’s doctrines. Being in the Netherlands and France had opened Anne up to reform in the church and the freedom to worship God as individuals and to worship how they pleased. And not only that, but to have the Bible translated so everyone had the chance to read it. Not everyone felt the same way, sadly, Anne thought. To even have such opinions, Anne knew that it was heresy, and she could easily be executed for sharing her thoughts of reform. She had to be careful, especially in court. This was not a safe place. Any royal court was a battleground, or even a chessboard - all pieces being moved around for personal gain. Thankfully, Anne knew how to navigate the treacherous waters. Her experience in France and Netherlands came in handy - especially with courtly love and dalliances. She prayed that this would be no different. That it would be just a position to work for. She prayed that the king would keep his attention elsewhere - that it wouldn’t wander to Anne. That was the last thing she wanted was to be someone’s mistress.

Anne and Mary made their way to visit the queen. They made their way and found the Queen’s apartments easily enough. Mary knocked gently three times and one of the other ladies opened the door.

“Ah, Lady Maria, welcome back to court! Sa Majestat has been expecting you,” the older woman said, with a heavy Catalan accent.

“Thank you, Lady Inez, it is good to be back. My sister Anne is present too, I know my father was able to get her a position as lady-in-waiting.” Mary greeted back.

Lady Inez opened the door and let the Boleyn girls in. Queen Katherine was sitting amongst her ladies, and they were listening to a court musician play the lute. They had an array of food on one table and some of the ladies were feasting. Lady Inez walked up to the Queen and whispered softly to her. Katherine waved her hand once and the court musician stopped playing.

“Come forward,” Katherine commanded, gracefully.

Anne and Mary walked elegantly towards her. Anne counted her steps in her head and did her best to breathe quietly, so not as to show she was nervous. She and Mary stood in front of Katherine and dipped into a curtsy - as they had been taught since childhood. Anne kept her gaze down, despite the fact Katherine’s gaze was on her the entire time.

“You must be Mary’s sister, Anne.” Katherine said, as the young woman remained low.

“Yes, Your Majesty,” Anne replied, not looking up.

“You may rise, child,” Katherine continued. “Ladies, I would like to have a word with the Boleyn girl. Leave us for a moment.”

The ladies got up and left the room, dress skirts shuffling about, and Mary left also, giving Anne a subtle nod. Anne rose from the ground and kept her gaze low.

“I wanted to thank you for your discretion during the Field of the Cloth of Gold. It has been two years since then. You took my demands very well for one so young.” Katherine explained. “And for that reason, I asked your father if you could be placed into my household, as your sister is also. There are not many young ladies with strength of character, and I am thankful for it. I read your references from Queen Claude, and I must say I am quite impressed with your skills and talents.”

Anne looked up completely surprised.

“Thank you, Your Majesty,” Anne exclaimed, hoping her voice didn’t tremble when she spoke. “I am honored to be included amongst your ladies. I hope I can prove myself to you, Your Majesty.”

“I hope so too, Lady Anne.” Katherine agreed.

. . .

A few days later, the rehearsals for the play started. There were eight ladies in different roles, each of whom had worn their white sashes for the roles over their regular dresses. The Chateau Vert would be erected a week before the performance. It was just the beginning of January, so the lords and ladies had plenty of time to rehearse and get their parts just right. The Countess of Devonshire was to play ‘Honor’, Mary Brandon was given the role of ‘Beauty’, and a young woman by the name of Jane Parker would play ‘Constancy’. These ladies of good and noble character would eventually be locked up in the castle, guarded by their opposites. There were eight more ladies as malevolent captors who’d play roles of jealousy, danger, disdain, anger, and the like.

The women were all gathered in the hall, rehearsing their lines and how they would go about the dance of good and evil. Just as there were eight ladies of noble character, there would be their male counterparts coming to their rescue from the likes of Lady Scorn and Lady Disdain. Anne was having such fun during the rehearsals she hardly noticed a young man in the presence of Cardinal Wolsey watching her, a smile on his face. The Cardinal was also watching their performance and chuckled at the ladies’ giddiness and excitement of putting on a production. Soon after the first rehearsal, the ladies begged the court musicians to play music again so they could dance. The musicians complied and enthusiastically began to play a jig. A few ladies had removed their high heeled shoes and danced barefoot around the grand hall. It wasn’t very lady-like, but there was no one aside from Cardinal Wolsey to scold them off.

He stood in the corner, deciding to let the young women have their fun. It was not often the King’s eye was on any of them. This was one of those rare occasions where the court women were able to enjoy themselves. The young man who’d come in with Cardinal Wolsey continued watching the ladies dance as well. He smiled as he watched the young woman with raven black hair twirling about in time with the jigs that were being played. Her eyes were practically glowing with mirth and pure joy. Something about her enticed him and he wanted to know more about her and who she was. Henry Percy was so distracted by Anne Boleyn that he hardly noticed Cardinal Wolsey asking for his attention.

“Henry Percy!” Cardinal Wolsey snapped, finally getting the young man’s attention.

His eyes flicked over to the good cardinal, and he cleared his throat. Henry straightened his posture as Cardinal Wolsey gave him a stern look. He brushed his fingers through his wavy, dirty, blond hair, fixing his appearance. Thankfully, there had been a mirror in the makeshift dressing room, and he checked everything. Cardinal Wolsey did not like it when his staff was unorderly or out of sorts.

Henry Percy’s reflection stared back; deep brown eyes full of curiosity for the young woman who he’d just witnessed having fun. His fair skin had a few freckles across his nose and cheeks. And his full lips were a naturally light shade of pink. He was quite tall, not as tall as the King of course, but about three inches shorter thereabouts. He was lean and built, a fine catch for any young woman looking for a good husband. Not only that, but he was also heir to his father’s title - the Earl of Northumberland. He finished adjusting his appearance and went back to catch up with Cardinal Wolsey and complete whatever duties the man asked of him.

Anne looked over to where the Cardinal had been standing - only to find the man had left the grand hall, the young pageboy following close behind. She had seen the Cardinal’s pageboy staring at her; but she’d chosen not to notice. He was pretty handsome she had to admit, and something fluttered in her stomach when she’d seen him eyeing her. It was in a different way than the King had done so. There wasn’t a brazen look about the young man, but more a sense of admiration. He had been enthralled by her. It almost reminded her of the way Philippe de Boudin had looked at Anne when she’d been at Princess Mary’s wedding all those years ago in France. There was a genuine interest there, not just lust. Anne would be lying to herself if she said she didn’t enjoy the attention the young man gave her - watching her dance with her friends. She prayed he’d be careful though. If the King caught the young man watching Anne, the King would take action to have her for himself. It was like her brother George had said about the King’s orders. If the King told one to do something, they had better do the damn thing or face whatever punishment the king gave.

No one was allowed to marry or fall in love without the King’s permission. Anne knew that no one really followed the rule about falling in love, if they did - it was kept secret. No one knew, but it was one of those unspoken rules about King Henry. No one dared to cross him either; he was a Tudor and a force to be reckoned with. Even if he was wrong, one was DEFINITELY not allowed to say so. The King was always right. One poor chap got his tongue cut out for disagreeing with the king on the second day of Anne’s arrival and it shocked her to see how much of an absolutist he was.

And whenever she saw Queen Katherine beside her husband, looking frightened - Anne felt sympathy for her. She had wished there was more the ladies could do to ease Katherine’s anxiety. The King, sadly, had an insatiable lust for power and women in general. No one was allowed to stop him. The court just rolled with the punches. Anne had to learn to do the same. No young woman was really safe from the King. The only way they would be safe from his hot pursuits was if they’d leave court and if they did leave, there would be no guarantee of their return. That, also, was up to the king. Anne hoped for an ally from Queen Katherine. If the queen noticed that Anne had no intentions of forming a relationship with King Henry of any kind, perhaps she would be merciful and help to protect Anne. Queen Katherine noticed Anne watching her and looked concerned. She summoned Anne forward with a single hand motion and Anne obeyed instantly. She curtsied before the queen and went to stand beside her.

“What is troubling you, Lady Anne?” Queen Katherine asked.

“How can you tell?” Anne wondered, in amazement.

Katherine chuckled light-heartedly.

“I am also a mother, my dear. I may not be your mother, but I can see when something troubles my young ladies.”

“It is something I wish to discuss in private with you. This is not really the place to discuss such sensitive matters, with all due respect, Your Majesty.”

“Of course, Lady Anne,” Katherine said, obligingly. “Husband, if you will permit me, there is a business discussion that I need to take care of. It is a sense of urgency.”

“Please,” King Henry nodded to his wife in an agreeable manner.

She patted his arm and smiled gratefully. The king took notice of Anne, the shy, quiet courtier beside his wife. Anne felt her stomach lurch when he looked at her again - it was the same way as he had done in France. Her face paled and this did not go unnoticed by Queen Katherine. She urged the young woman forward and they left the grand hall.

“What is troubling you, Lady Anne?” Queen Katherine inquired.

“It’s the way His Majesty keeps looking at me. It’s making me quite uneasy. I had hoped if I brought this to your attention, I could seek you out as an ally for protection. I do not wish to be a part of any of the king’s advances.”

Katherine was perplexed by Anne’s honesty and the anxiety she had about the king. She knew that Henry had been unfaithful to her - there had been plenty of mistresses. Not only that, but she also knew that Anne’s sister was his current mistress. It appeared that this bothered Anne, too, and Katherine was quite pleased with Anne’s dignity.

“I thank you again, Lady Anne, for being honest. Not many of my ladies are. Perhaps there might be some way to protect you from my husband. I must admit, I don’t like it when he takes on a new mistress. I know it’s what kings do, but it pains me as his wife to know that he cheats on me. I can’t do anything about it.”

“I wish there was some way I could help you, Your Majesty. I cannot even imagine how you must feel.” Anne replied, sympathetically.

“There is not a thing you can do to ease my suffering, except perhaps pray. But there is a way for me to help keep you celibate. Give me some time to pray and seek God’s wisdom and I will ask for you in a week’s time.”

“Thank you, Your Majesty,” Anne exclaimed, relief washing over her. “Please know that I do not wish to disappoint you. I wish for us to be allies and support one another if we can. I am your lady-in-waiting before anything else.”

“Let’s go back before we are missed. We don’t wish to raise any kind of alarm.” Queen Katherine concluded their meeting.

Anne waited for the queen to go first. There was a pageboy by the door to open it for them. He announced the entry of Her Majesty, the Queen and the English court stepped aside for her, clearing a path for ease of passage. Anne followed a few feet behind and mixed into the crowd, hoping to avoid the gaze of the king. When she looked around, she spotted her father talking to a young man. He caught Anne’s attention and beckoned her to him. She slipped through the sea of people to go to Thomas.

“Anne, this is our cousin, James Butler. He is visiting from Ireland and has expressed his interest in you.”

“Good afternoon, sir,” Anne greeted. “It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

“The pleasure is all mine.” James replied, with a bow.
He smiled at Anne, taking hold of her hand and kissed the back of it. She smiled awkwardly at her father.

“James has been working for the household of Cardinal Wolsey for about two years now, Anne. As you probably have heard, his father and I have had some disputes about who should inherit the earldom of Ormond. But with this union, it could procure a strong alliance. Both families would be represented. The king was the one who suggested the alliance actually. The Boleyns and Butlers.” Thomas explained, glancing frequently between Anne and James.

“The King wishes for this alliance?” Anne questioned. “How could this possibly affect the King?”

“Anne!” Thomas scolded, glaring at her for speaking out of place.

She clenched her jaw and her back stiffened at her father’s rebuke. It was beneficial for her family to be elevated. She knew that. She knew her father wanted success, for Anne to marry well like her sister did. Anne was not in a position to question or quarrel with him. Especially when it came to matters of the king, and it was clear her father wanted to inherit the title. He wanted both earldoms, to be the earl of Wiltshire (which he already was) and Earl Ormond. It certainly had its perks. It didn’t have nearly as many benefits as being a duke or a viscount, for instance, but it had some, to be sure. If Anne agreed to marry James, the King would give the inheritance to the Boleyns. And so, any sons she would have with James could inherit at least the Earl of Ormond, if George and his heirs would inherit Wiltshire or some other title.

“Father, if I may have some time to think over this matter, I will give you an answer soon.”

“This is not your decision to make, Anne. It’s already been decided.”

Anne’s face shifted to complete discontentment.

“You made the arrangements without my knowledge?” she scoffed, looking utterly defeated.

“Yes, Anne, now you will have a suitable husband, like Mary. You will not be in want of anything!” Thomas exclaimed, almost too joyously for Anne’s taste.

“Thank you, Father,” Anne said, trying not to sound bitter. “I thank you for finding me a good husband.”

“You’re welcome, Anne. It’s high time after all, you’re already twenty-one.”

Anne felt the sting of inadvertently being called an old maid by her father. She simply smiled and dipped into a quick curtsy before leaving her father and new fiancé. Anne left the Great Hall fuming. She had never felt such rage before but now her entire life was being dictated and moved around by men. She loved her father dearly, but he seemed to be a different person here. He was always plotting and scheming here with other courtiers for wealth and position. Whatever benefited him, Thomas Boleyn went after it. And now he had thrust Anne into it for bargaining.

Tears welled in her eyes, blurring her vision as she made her escape. She would not cry about this; it was pathetic and a weak excuse to weep over something so ridiculous. Had she been paying attention; she would not have run into someone in the process of escaping the Great Hall. Anne cried out in shock as she hit a strong wall of some kind. No, not a wall - a young man. Anne gasped and apologized profusely for running into the gentleman.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t see you there at all. I -,” she stopped as she finally looked up at the young man.

He looked just as surprised when he gazed down at her. It was the same young man who’d been in Cardinal Wolsey’s party the day of the first rehearsal for Chateau Vert. The young man steadied her and then cleared his throat.

“I’m sorry. I should have also been paying attention,” he said, sheepishly. “I’m afraid I’ve just had some unfortunate news.”

“As have I,” Anne answered, back with a chuckle.

“I’m Henry Percy, by the way,” the young man greeted formally.

“Anne Boleyn,” she returned, shaking his hand.

Their hands lingered for a moment before Anne quickly removed hers and gripped onto the skirts of her dress.

“What was your bad news?” he inquired.

“Well, I just found out my father has arranged a marriage to an Irish cousin of ours.”

“I take it you’re not excited about it?”

“No, not at all.” Anne confessed. “He seemed rather odious to me, our cousin. What about you?”

“Same boat, actually. Cardinal Wolsey and my father have plans for me to marry Lady Mary Talbot. It’s been in the works for years now. And it’s starting to come to fruition.”

“Have you met Lady Mary?” Anne asked.

“Once, she was rather pretty actually, but I don’t know if I like the fact my employer and father are plotting an arranged marriage for me. It’s supposedly going to benefit the family on both sides.”

“Likewise,” Anne said, with a heavy sigh.

“Looks like we’re two peas in a pod, you and I, Lady Anne.”

“Looks like,” Anne agreed, smiling at him.

“Would you like to go for a walk in the garden? I could use a bit of fresh air.” Henry changed the subject, his voice not as low.

“I’d like that!” Anne replied.

The two walked outside and continued their conversation. Anne found it so easy to talk to Henry Percy and found his company docile and pleasant, unlike most of the English court. He did have a bit of confidence now they had been out and about. He also seemed to be at ease in Anne’s presence. They walked along the garden path, enjoying the snow. Henry kicked it up with his feet as they walked. Hardly anything was green, but winter was still beautiful, Anne thought. She looked down and pretended to tie off her boots’ laces but as Henry was turned away from her, admiring a small bird he’d seen fly onto a branch, she scooped up a pile of snow and formed a ball in her hand. She threw it at Henry and started giggling when he flinched and cried out, as some had gone down the collar around his neck.

“Oh, you’re on!” he exclaimed, grabbing a fistful of snow.

Anne shrieked and ran up the path, laughing again. He got her shoulder, and she stopped running. Henry caught up to her and grabbed hold of her. They were both laughing, and she nearly slipped on ice. Henry thankfully had a secure hold on her. Once they were calm, he let her go - much to her disappointment. They shared a look and caught their breaths. Henry leaned down and kissed her. Anne was taken by surprise by his actions but responded eagerly.

After Philippe, there had been two other young men who’d been interested and she’d shared a kiss or two with them. She had always found the others’ kisses missing something. They weren’t exciting or passionate, like how she’d hoped it would have been. And for good reason. The moment Henry Percy kissed her, she felt that desire spark - what she had been looking for in the others. And no wonder she hadn’t been able to find it there because it had been here, waiting for her to come home to England. She knew they had just met; Anne was completely aware. And they were both in an arranged marriage with other people, but she didn’t care about that. This had been perfect. She pulled away, breathless.

“That was amazing,” she whispered, holding onto his forearms.

“I know we just met, but I would like to know you better, Lady Anne.”

“I’d like that a great deal, my lord.”

“Call me Henry, please.”

“Henry,” she said, softly. “Then you must call me Anne.”

“I can do that,” he murmured, gently. “Anne.”

“I think we should go back, in case anyone’s wondering where we’ve been. I don’t think Cardinal Wolsey would be too happy to know you’ve disappeared on him.”

“You’re right. I’ll let you go first and then I’ll follow in a few minutes so that way we don’t raise suspicion.”

Anne made her way back inside, a smile on her face and hardly cold at all, despite it being January and there was a frosty chill in the air. She realized how excited she had been, having accidentally run into Henry Percy. But she knew she had to control her emotions. She could not allow herself to truly show how she felt, in fear of her father, the arranged marriage and the king himself. If anyone knew they had gone by themselves to the garden for a walk, it could be dangerous for both of them. This is one liaison she doubted she could tell anyone about, even her siblings. For their own safety, both of them would have to appear as though nothing was happening. For now.

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Interlude - Present Day, May 18th, 1536

Anne stood up after sitting for two hours speaking to Father Thomas. It was well past ten at night now and she got up to walk around her cell. Father Thomas likewise got up and took a turn. Anne asked the prison constable if he could bring them both some food, which he obliged. There was some bread, cheese and cold meats. She stood up and leaned by the window, catching the cool, night breeze off the River Thames.

“I am going to step outside, my lady. I’ll be back in a moment to hear the rest of your testimony. Is there anything you’d like for me to do for you before I come back?” Father Thomas asked, kindly.

“No, thank you, Father Thomas,” Anne responded, finishing her meal. “Actually - if you can see to it that Henry Percy, the Earl of Northumberland gets this note, I would appreciate that.”

Anne had earlier during the day written to her love, hoping he could do something to appeal to the king. She hadn’t seen or heard from Henry Percy in a while, but she hoped that he’d be willing to help her. In truth, she’d never loved anyone as much as she had loved Henry Percy. Even after she had become Queen of England, she would have rather been Henry Percy’s wife. She had done all she could to avoid marrying King Henry. It had all been in vain. But now, she was in her hour of need and prayed and hoped that not all was lost with Lord Northumberland. Much to her surprise, the Tower constable came up and knocked thrice on the door.

“My Lady Anne, you have a visitor.” he announced and stepped aside only to reveal Henry Percy himself.

“Anne!” he exclaimed, in a breathy voice.

“Henry!” she cried and ran up to him, nearly jumping into his embrace.

She could have wept with joy seeing a kind face, and not only that, the face of her love. The constable smiled at their interaction and left the couple alone, closing the door behind him. Anne continued to stay within his embrace, allowing Henry to hold her. She could hear his heartbeat and sighed, completely content - despite her current predicament.

“I came as quickly as I could after I heard about your trials, Anne.” Henry said. “I wanted to see you. I know we don’t have much time, but I’ll do what I can to appease the king and maybe he’ll grant you clemency.”

“Even if I have to leave England and live in exile, I’ll do it. I cannot bear for my little Elizabeth not to know her mother. If he can just have our marriage annulled…I’ll go quietly.”

“I will ask the king for a divorce. I want to marry you, Anne. I never loved Mary Talbot. If you’ll have me, I want to be your husband.”

“Henry,” Anne cried, her voice cracking. “I love you.”

“And I you, my darling Anne. It’s always been you.” Henry murmured, brushing his nose against hers.

“Please, get me out of here. I can’t - I won’t face the executioner’s block, not while there’s still hope. I know I was found guilty but if he can be swayed, then do it. I lost my brother yesterday afternoon because of treason. I saw it from here, Henry.” Anne remembered; her gaze distant as she couldn't forget the events that took place earlier during the day. They still replayed in her thoughts over and over.

“I’ll do what I can. I know it’s late now, get some rest and I’ll come see you in the morning. I paid the tower constable handsomely, so I have access for tomorrow too.”

“Please! I know my time is running short.”

“As soon as I see the king, I’ll make the petition for your life. I’m afraid I can’t stay long, my love. I’ll come back though. I promise. I love you.”

He kissed her, hoping to remind her how he felt. He ran his fingers through her hair and rested his hands on either side of her face. His thumb gently caressed her cheekbone, and she sighed in contentment.

“Come back to me, you fool.” Anne begged.

He kissed her forehead and then left, knocking on the cell door twice for the constable. Anne felt cold without him nearby. She wrapped her arms around herself and sat down after he’d gone, not even daring to look back. If he looked back, Anne knew he wouldn’t be able to leave. Henry Percy however did leave his cloak behind on a chair. Anne picked it up and wrapped it around her shoulders to keep herself warm. It smelled like him, allowing Anne to genuinely smile for once in a long time.

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Chapter Ten - The Chateau Vert Pageant (Part 1)

Anne met with Henry Percy at least once a week to play chess or cards. Their friendship was growing stronger and their fondness for one another. Not only that, but they also had lunch together when the games were going too. Queen Katherine had permitted Anne one or two afternoons a week to meet her friend. Anne had been completely honest with the queen about her intentions, and she was grateful Katherine approved. She told Her Majesty about his predicaments as well and the queen found herself to be sympathetic with Anne’s story. They were both young, but Queen Katherine could see they were in love with one another. Cardinal Wolsey, however, did not approve of the idea of Henry Percy cavorting with Anne. He let it slide, though, assuming it was just going to be a friendly game of chess amongst friends.

Anne promised Queen Katherine that she would be present in the room with her and the other ladies, that way there wouldn’t be any confusion or questions from others why Henry Percy was sneaking off while he was engaged, and likewise with Anne with her unwanted engagement to James Butler. As long as they were chaperoned, all would be well, she hoped. Anne loved her weekly visits with Henry, and she improved greatly in chess, too. Anne was also happy with the fact that if anyone tried to start anything, she had Queen Katherine to back her. Katherine was daunting when she had to be. Even Anne did not dare cross her, as much as they were allies. Anne knew her boundaries and she learned them quickly.

It had also been time for the pageant for the Chateau Vert. They had gone through rehearsals several times, without costumes and now they were performing one final practice before the day. Anne was wearing her white satin dress with the white and gold sash around her that said ‘Perseverance’. She wore a white-laced mask over her face and stood with the other ladies behind Chateau Vert, standing on a platform overlooking the Great Hall. The other eight ladies playing the villains wore black satin dresses with black and gold sashes with their names embroidered on them. They, too, wore black masks over their eyes to hide their identities.

The gentlemen came through the Great Hall, demanding the release of the ladies in white, Lady Scorn called back in a scathing voice to the men, refusing to allow them entry to rescue their ladies. Despite the warnings of Lady Scorn, the men jumped into action and rescued the captured and then brought them to the dance floor. The men who had roles were of Wolsey’s household and also included King Henry and Charles Brandon, the Duke of Suffolk (who’d rescued Mary Tudor, as was fitting). King Henry had been cast as ‘Honesty’, leading the gentlemen of the court and Henry Percy had been given a role as ‘Loyalty’. The men were dressed in black suits with velvet, royal blue cloaks draping over their shoulders, hooked on with gold brooches provided by Cardinal Wolsey himself.

Originally, Henry Percy had been given the chance to rescue Anne from the chateau, but it had changed suddenly, without notice and now the duty had fallen to King Henry himself, but Anne had been unaware of these changes. Cardinal Wolsey started noticing their interactions as being more than friendly, and that angered him. He had encouraged the king to play a part with Thomas Boleyn, to distract Anne from Henry Percy. The last thing he needed was a little vixen trying to toy with a member of his household. As much as he didn’t like Anne, she had won the favor of Queen Katherine, so, there wasn’t much currently that the cardinal could do. Anne caught her breath when she saw the man behind the mask, uncertain of who it might have been. He was broad shouldered and fit as he was able to lift her down from the chateau as though she was light as a feather.

His blue eyes were vibrant and gazing at her with passion. The musicians began to play, and the line of dancers began the estampie. Cardinal Wolsey was keeping a watchful eye on all who performed and gathered in the Great Hall, most importantly a watchful eye on Henry Percy and Anne. Thankfully, the King had her attention and Henry Percy had also been distracted by Jane Parker, a daughter of Henry Parker, Baron Morley. Unfortunately, Lady Mary Talbot had not been present at court to distract her fiancé, but Cardinal Wolsey had written to her father a week ago, in urgency, insisting that she would come to court sooner rather than later. He did not approve of Henry Percy’s friendship with Anne Boleyn. He made it clear from the start to Henry not to fraternize with the Boleyns.

Once the final rehearsal was concluded, Cardinal Wolsey clapped, as did some of the other attendants who were decorating the Great Hall and finishing the final touches for tomorrow’s grand performance. It would be a marvelous performance tomorrow and there would be a banquet afterwards. Anne was quite looking forward to the final performance, the entertainment and the chance to spend time with Henry Percy. Thomas Boleyn had come in, only to receive the attention of the king and cardinal, pulling them aside to discuss matters of business. Anne was surprised when she realized the man who rescued her had been King Henry himself, she should have guessed, but she had been too distracted by all the fun to notice. And he had a different look about him - perhaps he hadn’t recognized her either, thankfully.

With all three of them distracted, as well as the crowd of people socializing now, she found Henry Percy and greeted him kindly. He smiled at her and kept his mask on, however.

“Hello, Anne,” he said, softly.

“Hello, Henry,” she greeted.

“So, I have some news for you.” Henry continued. “I think it would be best if we went to discuss it elsewhere.”

“Alright,” Anne agreed. “Where do you want to meet?”

“Let’s meet in the garden and walk through it. It’ll be less conspicuous.”

“I’ll see you there. Let me just go speak to my father while I wait for you to go down. I have to talk to him anyway.”

Henry smiled and placed his hand lovingly on her arm. He gave her arm a gentle squeeze and left the Great Hall quietly. Anne made her way to her father who’d still been discussing matters with Wolsey and the king. She caught the last part of his statement.

“...I don’t see what the fuss could all be about. I have closer ties to the earldom of Ormond than James Butler does. I have a direct ancestry to that title. He is not as direct as mine!” Thomas hissed, glaring at Wolsey.

“Why does it trouble you so much that your cousin might inherit this title?” Cardinal Wolsey inquired. “You have already bequeathed the earldom of Wiltshire as a generous post from His Majesty.”

“I understand that Your Eminence, but this is my family line. I should like my grandchildren to have some kind of inheritance one day.”

“My lord Wiltshire,” the king began, “if this inheritance is that much of great importance to you, then I will write a decree this afternoon stating that you will inherit rather than James Butler. But, in the meantime, I have my own conditions. We will discuss those privately, seeing as though your daughter wishes to speak with you, my lord.”

Thomas looked over at Anne and his gaze softened when he saw her waiting patiently.

“Thank you, Your Majesty, for your kind and understanding generosity.” Thomas said, with a bow.

He left the king’s presence and pulled Anne aside.

“Today is your lucky day, Anne. I am to inherit the title after all so perhaps the marriage to James Butler will not be needed after all.” Thomas continued, softly.

“Thank you, Father!” Anne exclaimed, breathlessly. “I really am pleased you were able to inherit. The King has been good to us, has he not?”

“Yes, he has indeed! Speaking of His Majesty, he has expressed interest in you, Anne. He would like to get to know you better.”

“You mean he’d like to have me as a mistress?”

Thomas was hesitant to answer, realizing his daughter was far too clever for her own good. Anne would not have it though. She did not wish to be anyone’s mistress. She already knew the ridicule that her sister Mary got even now through the English court. Her nickname ‘the great whore’ seemed to float across France and found its way here, too. Even Queen Katherine slipped up one afternoon and addressed Mary as such, in front of Anne without even realizing it. Once she had, Queen Katherine had personally spoken to Anne about it - settling the tensions between them. She sighed, uncertain of what to say about this.

“I suppose if the king wishes it, I cannot refuse him. But I cannot be a mistress. Look at what happened to my sister, Father. He just tossed her aside after three years.”

“Three years is a long time to have a mistress, and even so, he will guarantee that you can marry well. He will provide for you in some way. He arranged the marriage of William Carey to your sister, after all.”

“But, Father, I wish to marry for love too.”

“You must get this nonsensical idea out of your head, Anne!” Thomas hissed, gritting his teeth. “You do not have the luxury of marrying for love. The English peerage almost never does that.”

“Father -,”

“I said no! You WILL do as I command and what the King commands. I know you have better sense than that. You have had a good education and are clever. This nonsense about love must stop. Now. You are twenty-one years old, and you cannot keep saying no to men who are interested in you, men who are not already betrothed!” Thomas snarled at her. “Now, go, I shall deal with you later.”

He shooed her off and Anne left the Great Hall, suddenly feeling hopeless. Her father hardly ever got angry with her. This had been one of those rare instances where he had been. She made her way to the gardens. The paths were a little muddy due to the spring rain and the melted snow. She found Henry further in the garden where there was a fountain that stood dormant. He was sitting on the rim of it, his hands folded as though he was in prayer. Anne sat beside him; her hands folded into her lap as she waited for him to speak.

“My father broke the engagement with my Irish cousin. He was able to inherit the title so an arranged marriage for an alliance is no longer a necessity. I’m off the hook now.” Anne commented, looking at the ground.

“That’s wonderful for you, Anne. I’m happy about that at least - you won’t be taken off to some God-forsaken place in Ireland. Cardinal Wolsey is trying to bring Lady Mary Talbot to court now.” Henry replied, looking at Anne.

She met his gaze, and she could see he was frustrated. His hands were being tied and he had no choice in the matter. Cardinal Wolsey was a beast and everyone knew it. Next to the king, no one dared to cross Wolsey twice. He was a wolf in a sheep’s pen, a real snake if there ever was one in court who could be described as such. Henry took hold of Anne’s hand and held it for a while.

“I’m sorry he’s forcing you to do something you don’t wish to do. It’s not fair to you. You are a man - you have more freedom and rights than I do. Or should.”

“Cardinal Wolsey doesn’t see it that way. Yes, my father has some strings in court, but Wolsey is my employer. I’m just a measly pageboy in his household. I can’t say or do anything. I’m a servant, really, in the good cardinal’s eyes. My father’s an earl - just like yours for God’s sake. He’s of noble blood, yet I’m treated like dirt by the cardinal. And don’t get me started on your ex-fiancé. It’s a good thing you’re not marrying him after all. He’s a total prick.”

Anne laughed voraciously at the comment. She leaned far back, nearly falling into the fountain. Henry had caught her and steadied her - laughing along with her about James Butler. He’d often worked with James and didn’t like him one bit. It was more his personality - the man had no sense of moral decency and treated women terribly - like the king.

“I’m so glad my father called it off. I’m in love with you, you know.” Anne replied, glancing at him with a smile.

Henry was shocked at her confession but gave a short laugh. He smiled at her and brought his hand up to gently touch her cheek. She leaned into his touch, and he brought his other hand up, running it through her hair. His other hand rested on her neck, and he leaned down to kiss her. She smiled through the kiss and deepened it. She moved closer to him, so their bodies were nearly touching. Henry stood up and pulled her in completely. She moaned and wrapped her arms around him.

“I love you,” he murmured, through kisses.

He planted gentle kisses down the length of her jaw and to her neck. Anne released a gasp at the contact and felt her knees nearly give way from under her.

“Henry, we have to be careful,” she begged, stopping him.

“Come with me,” he urged.

They left the gardens and made their way to a hidden part of the courtyard - which Anne realized had been a part of the stables. Thankfully no one was around to see Henry push her up against the wall. He kissed her fiercely and she eagerly responded, both of them giggling as he tried to get the skirts of her dress up. She could feel her heart racing in her chest as they nearly continued their passions together. She could feel his heart pounding as he pressed against her on the wall. Before he could lift up her skirts, they were both startled by the sound of horses neighing and hooves sounding on the cobblestone path back up towards the stables. Anne and Henry looked at one another in panic and moved away from the other. Anne straightened up her white satin dress, praying she hadn’t gotten any kind of stains on it. She tried to look at the back of the dress.

“Damn it,” she hissed. “I’m never going to be able to get this off by tomorrow!”

She looked around and saw some dirt on the back. Henry turned around and checked behind her, examining the dress. He did what he could to carefully wipe off the dirt. Thankfully, there wasn’t any horse shit on it, just a bit of sand and dirt from the brick walls around them.

“Your dress is okay. There was just some dry sand on it. I’m sorry. I should have been more careful. I forgot about the pageant tomorrow.” Henry said, sheepishly.

“I ought to go, I don’t want Her Majesty to worry about me. I’ve been gone for some time. But don’t follow me just yet. Wait a few minutes and then come after me.”

“Alright. Wait!”

He caught her arm and turned her back around and kissed her fervently before letting her go again. She ended their kiss and made her escape. He watched her go, feeling elated that she wanted him as much as he wanted her. Henry Percy checked his surroundings, hoping no one had seen their almost love affair. He made his way back indoors, hoping to get back to Cardinal Wolsey before he noticed that Henry was gone.

Anne had gone down to her and Mary’s apartments to change from the pageant dress. She put away the white dress and stepped into a dark maroon and gold embroidered dress, with the help of a maidservant. It was well after twelve now and Anne wondered if she could find Queen Katherine attending prayer in a private chapel that had been for the sole use of the monarchy. It had been built for the kings and queens of England to reflect in solitude and to seek counsel from God himself. Queen Katherine had come here often to pray for her husband and both of her countries. She knew there was tension amongst the royals. But she often prayed for wisdom for these things. Anne waited with the other ladies in the back of the chapel as the queen prayed. The only lady-in-waiting not present was her sister, Mary.

Anne sat with the others in silent contemplation, thinking prayers to herself in English, rather than in Latin. God was omniscient after all, was He not, Anne wondered? Surely it was no sin to pray in English and directly to God. Still, she kept her opinions to herself. All of Katherine’s ladies were stout Catholics and very much against reform. If any of them detected anything but the old ways of religious practice they would narc about it to anyone who cared to listen. Anne knew that religious reform was on the way, and she was excited to see what the next few years would bring.

Queen Katherine had finished praying and stood up. She found her shoes and slipped them on. She walked down the aisle of the church, her heels clicking on the stone floor. She greeted her ladies and folded her hands in front of her.

“I hope that you were edified through prayer, my ladies. Is there anything on your mind to share with one another this afternoon after reflection?” Queen Katherine asked.

“I would like for us all to pray for my sister. I know she was feeling unwell from the last letter she had sent. She is back home in Cadiz currently and had been a lady-in-waiting to Queen Juana. I haven’t heard anything else yet, but I hope it isn’t anything serious.” Lady Inez was the first to respond.

“We shall keep her in prayer, of course. Should you and your family need anything, Lady Inez, do not hesitate to ask.”

“Thank you, Your Majesty,” Lady Inez replied, dipping into a curtsy.

“Now, come - let us go for a walk through the gardens. It would be a shame to waste this beautiful day God has given us.” Queen Katherine said, with a smile.

She stepped out of the chapel and led her ladies back up the path, walking gracefully past others and greeting them as they honored her and gave her blessings. Anne could see how much the English subjects loved their queen. Anne dared to think that if she were in such a position, she hoped there would be those who felt the same about her. But she knew this was just a fantasy. Yes, King Henry had been displeased with Katherine often. She had heard the rumors. Every time he grew disappointed with her, he got himself a new mistress in order to ease the pain and forget about their arguments or the fact Queen Katherine couldn’t give him a son. She didn’t know how Queen Katherine could handle it all so well. Anne wondered if that’s also what the queen prayed about, maybe begging God for a son - one who would survive past infancy. The only known son King Henry had acknowledged was a bastard boy - by one of his previous mistresses from years ago, Bessie Blount.

But everyone knew a bastard could not inherit, but supposedly the boy was rewarded handsomely and had been well taken care of in his own household. Anne had heard all these things from her sister, Mary. Anne knew better than to spread anything. If she did not want to be the subject of gossip, then she refused to do that to others. She spoke to Mary and George about things, but they were her siblings. She and her siblings had always been the closest of friends. Anne wanted to appear as innocent as a dove but as shrewd as a viper. She had to be, in order to navigate the Tudor court. Even her father had to learn to maneuver through treacherous waters; all the nobility formed allies to make gain for themselves. Allies were made and dropped and it was all for selfish gain. Even if it had seemed like there were close relations and friendships, it was a facade.

The ladies all walked through the gardens twice before following Queen Katherine back inside Whitehall Palace. The long corridor had a few nobles scattered throughout in groups. One such noble was Cardinal Wolsey. He greeted the queen with such fervor that it made Anne grimace. Cardinal Wolsey was in a word: slimy. Such an ass-kisser, Anne thought to herself. Queen Katherine affably accepted his delicate, little compliments - completely rehearsed beforehand, no doubt. Anne would not have done so, even to be polite. It was too fabricated. Once the exchange was finished, Queen Katherine continued down the corridor to her apartments for the evening. Cardinal Wolsey greeted all the ladies in the queen’s circle, even Anne, but it had been a false kindness to her.

Beneath his expression, she could see his resentment towards her. Anne didn’t like the vibes she got from him at all, a snake if there ever was one, she thought. Even after they had passed by him, she dared to look back and saw he was still giving her a sharp look, one that Anne would have considered a threat. A knot grew in her stomach, a shaking feeling she couldn’t get rid of for the rest of the evening. She had to keep both eyes open around Wolsey and keep looking behind her. One wrong move and he could also betray her, if he really wanted to. He had the king wrapped around his finger. But, not for long, Anne thought. Dear God, please not for long at all, Anne thought.

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Chapter Eleven - The Chateau Vert Pageant (Part II)
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The actors took their place in the Great Hall of Whitehall Palace. The dark, emerald green, backdrop castle had been fully erected and painted with gold filigree trimmings around the edges and the court musicians were tucked on a small stage in the corner nearby. The hall had been completely cleared away except for one vast table extending from either end that had trays of food, savory and sweet - the banquet would follow the performance. The pageant began and all the ladies were present, all sixteen of them, Lady Scorn shouted angrily towards the gentleman playing ‘Honesty’, daring him and the others to come to the rescue of the ladies dressed in white. The other courtiers present who were not acting laughed at Lady Scorn’s snarky retaliation, amused by the comedy of it.

Cardinal Wolsey stood up on the balcony with a few other highborn men, including Thomas Boleyn, who was watching his daughters perform with a proud look on his face. Soon, the ladies all dressed in black started throwing different sorts of fruits at the men who attempted to raid the castle. After the successful rescue of the ladies dressed in white, the audience clapped and cheered, the actors all bowed and curtsied and took to the dance floor with the other nobles of the court. After the first dance, the king announced the banquet and the courtiers lined up around the table, taking their portions of food. They followed the crowd to another hall where long tables had been set for the banquet. The king and his queen took their place at the table that had been set horizontally to the room and the other five were vertically placed, enough space for the court to walk comfortably.

There were servants rushing about the room, pouring wine and then disappearing behind doors and curtains. Anne sat with her sister and Princess Mary. The conversations echoed throughout the feast. Laughter and pleasantries were exchanged all around. King Henry would laugh the loudest sometimes at his conversation with Charles Brandon, who sat to the king’s left. Anne looked around the hall, amazed by all the things that were taking place. She spotted Henry Percy sitting several seats down from her. He caught her gaze and smiled at her. She smiled back, feeling her cheeks go hot. Soon after the first meal, the crowds of nobles began filtering in and out between halls, as did the king. There were still some smaller groups sitting at the tables, socializing and playing cards or dice. Others were in the Great Hall dancing and feasting.

Anne found Henry Percy once she had finished speaking with her sister and Princess Mary. Henry kissed her on the cheek, after checking no one had been paying attention to them. Anne watched the people around her, there had been one or two couples who had snuck off without most people noticing. The queen caught her eye and Anne made her way to Queen Katherine, paying her respects.

“Your Majesty,” Anne greeted.

“Mistress Boleyn,” Katherine said, with a nod of her head and gave the young woman a smile. “You played well in the pageant this afternoon.”

“Thank you, Your Majesty. Is there anything you need at all? Might I fetch it for you?” Anne offered, kindly.

“I noticed that you and that young man, Henry Percy, are growing rather close now, aren’t you?” Katherine asked.

“We enjoy each other’s company and he’s a good match in chess. I consider him a good friend of mine now, Your Majesty.” Anne answered, carefully choosing her words.

“There isn’t anything going on between the two of you?” the queen wondered, quietly.

“I don’t know, Your Majesty, in truth.”

“Perhaps I ought to encourage him to step it up already, he seems quite fond of you, Lady Anne. Shall I speak to him for you?”

“I think he would make his interest known soon enough if there was anything there, if I’m honest.”

“Do you like him?”

Anne was surprised by the queen’s bluntness and felt her cheeks go hot. She DID like Henry Percy, in fact, she was in love with him.

“Very much,” Anne admitted.

“Well, I think it’s splendid. I think it a far better match for you than that James Butler fellow.” Katherine continued. “I don’t know what your father was thinking trying to attach you to him.”

“It was a business transaction for his own gain. He wanted to inherit the earldom of Ormond, but His Majesty wrote a decree that my father is closer to the line of inheritance than James and so my father now has the title without me having to marry the man.” Anne explained.

“It is so unfortunate that in some things, we women are pawns. That is why I can be an ally to you, and you can be an asset to me. With my backing, your father cannot completely force you to marry someone you don’t wish to. I will stand behind you should the young man decide to propose to you one day.”

Anne smiled gratefully and curtsied low.

“Thank you, Your Majesty, with all my heart.” Anne said, relieved.

“Now, go and enjoy the festivities before Lent begins tomorrow.”

Anne, while feeling a weight lift off her shoulders, found Henry Percy amongst the crowd. He’d been speaking to another from Cardinal Wolsey’s pageboys. He’d seen her come forward and greeted her, taking hold of her hand as he did.

“Hello, Anne,” he said, softly.

“Hi, Henry, do you want to go somewhere else for a little while? It’s a bit stifling here.”

“Yeah, let’s go now. Wolsey’s distracted and he won’t miss me.” Henry agreed, pulling Anne gently through the crowd.

They slipped through and disappeared to the Boleyn apartments where they set up a game of dice. Mary Boleyn was present there with another lady-in-waiting, also taking a break from the masquerade. It had appeared Mary ordered the servants to bring them up a few trays of food, seeing as though there was one table by the window with the same sort of treats as in the Great Hall and two pitchers of wine. Anne got herself some more food as did Henry before settling in to play dice. Two more ladies showed up, Princess Mary and Jane Parker. They joined in the game of cards that Mary B. had set up, clearly also overwhelmed by the court.

“I’m going to lock that door so no one else thinks to come into our sitting room, Mary.” Anne exclaimed, looking at her sister.

“I’m still waiting for Will to show up, Annie.”

“Alright, I’ll wait for him but as soon as he’s here, if I can, I’ll lock the door for now so we have our privacy. I know we don’t like the crowd of people too much.”

“That’s fine, but Father knows we’re here too. He wants us at some point to go back to the masquerade. It’ll be going on for most of the night, I think. There will be fireworks tonight too.”

“Oh, how fun!” Jane Parker exclaimed.

“You know, Janie, my brother has a crush on you.” Mary B. said, glancing at her friend.

“George?” Jane cried, surprised. “There’s no way he could possibly have a crush on me.”

“But he does. I saw him staring at you during the pageant.”

“Are you sure it was me he was staring at, Mary?” Jane inquired, leaning on the chaise.

Anne looked over at Jane. She was a very pretty girl, and it wasn’t any wonder why George would have looked her way. Jane had auburn hair and bright green eyes; her skin was fair and freckled, and she had a well-rounded figure, but just the right amount. She seemed very charming and polite, as a young lady ought to have been.

“Oh, for Pete’s sake, Jane, you’re not bad to look at, he’d be very lucky to snatch you up!” Anne remarked, sending the girl a look. “We know our brother better than you think we do.”

“He is rather handsome, I suppose.” Jane said, her cheeks turning pink as she thought of George Boleyn.

“Rather handsome?” Mary B. questioned, raising an eyebrow as she smirked at Jane.

“I’d say he’s a very handsome man, Jane Parker. And I think my brother recently made him Viscount Rocheford, didn’t he?” Princess Mary quipped.

“Oh, alright - I agree, he IS very handsome. Please don’t tell him I said so!”

“Why not?” Anne asked, curiously. “Don’t you want someone to court you?”

Anne glanced up at Henry Percy who smirked at her playfully, knowing full well she was teasing Jane, even if it was only a little. Jane did seem rather gullible. Henry Percy only knew of George, Anne’s brother, but ever so often when the viscount did come to speak to Wolsey, he was very suave and genteel. He certainly knew how to soften people up to get his way, if he needed to.

“Well, yes, I suppose nearly every girl wants to be courted at some point and fall in love. But, Lady Anne - do you really think someone like George would ever fall for someone like me? I don’t think it’s realistic.” Jane answered, feeling defeated.

“If I can put in my two cents, Lady Jane?” Henry inquired, turning to face her.

The girl nodded and sat up, hoping his advice would be more beneficial than the other ladies around her.

“If George is interested, you won’t have to worry about whether or not he’ll court you. He will if he wants you enough. That is my experience in all this. You won’t have to wonder. And if George does know what he wants, he’ll let you know. It’s not hard to guess if he is interested or not.”

Henry glanced back at Anne quickly, but the quick glance did not go unnoticed at least by Princess Mary and Mary B. The two Marys looked at each other incredulously, abruptly realizing that Henry Percy was in love with Anne. Even the way Anne looked at him, they could see she was in love with him.

“But how do I know?” Jane cried, frustrated.

“He will let you know himself, believe me.” Henry responded, enunciating his sentence clearly as if speaking to a child.

“If you are interested in George, just drop subtle hints, but don’t make it too obvious.” Anne added.

“But how?”
Oh, dear Lord, this poor girl has no experience, Anne thought irritably. No one clearly thought to teach Lady Jane Parker how to snatch up a husband. This poor young girl had no clue about courtly love or romance in general. She was so naive and Anne hoped that George wouldn’t make a game of it to tease Lady Jane. She seemed nice enough, but clearly she was not at all confident in herself or what she had to offer. Anne looked at Henry for assistance in this matter.

“Should we show her how to practice speaking to my brother?” Anne asked him.

“I think it might help a little. She seems clueless,” Henry whispered, so quietly only Anne could hear.

“Oh good, I’m not the only one who thinks that way.” Anne muttered, under her breath.

She stood up just as a gentle knock could be heard behind the door. It opened, the hinges creaking - only to reveal William Carey, her brother-in-law. He stepped in and closed the door behind him. Mary, her sister, got up quickly to embrace her husband fondly. It was a short embrace since everyone had decided to help teach Jane Parker how to attract George.

“So, perhaps, Henry - if you can be so kind as to assist us, practice being George for Lady Jane. Let’s get started.” Anne exclaimed. “Will, if you can supervise this conversation also, I’d greatly appreciate it.”

“I’d be happy to help, but why is Henry pretending to be George?” Will asked, glancing over at his wife.

“I don’t know how to flirt or strike up an interesting conversation in general. I’m afraid I’m going to make a fool of myself if I talk to George.” Jane admitted. “I haven’t been as lucky as my friends.”

“We’ll help you. Don’t worry about that. You’ll have our brother wrapped around your finger in no time.” Anne promised, pulling Jane up to her feet.

“Ah, I understand it now. It’s acting. What can I do to supervise?” Will responded.

“If you notice any errors in their practice conversation, call it out immediately and we will explain to Lady J what she said or did wrong.” Anne answered. “And point out to her any flirtation she might miss from Fake George.”

“Got it,” Will confirmed.

The practice runs began with Henry and Jane, the pretend couple sitting on the chaise. Anne, Mary B., and Princess Mary sat on the three chairs around the sitting room and William was listening intently to the conversation.

“Hello, my lady - I’m sorry - I didn’t mean to bump into you like that. How clumsy of me,” Henry said, in a deeper, more gruff voice.

Jane hesitated for a moment and cleared her throat as she glanced at Anne, she nodded and encouraged her to say something.

“Er, that’s alright, m-my lord. No one was injured.” Jane replied, her voice shaking.

She sat still for a moment, uncertain of what else to say. Jane looked to the other young ladies for relief or some kind of assistance. Anne heaved a deep sigh and looked down before getting up and walking towards Jane. She sat on her knees in front of Jane and folded her hands on her friend’s hands.

“Dear Jane, you have to think of something useful to say! It’s my brother after all, and you have no trouble talking to me.”

“I don’t want - I don’t know - I, oh Anne! I can’t do this! I don’t know what I am doing and I don’t know why my father brought me here because clearly I have NO prospects in finding a suitable husband for myself! I can’t even talk to Henry pretending to be your brother! It’s impossible!” Jane wept.

“Oh dear God,” Anne sighed and stood up. “I’m going to go talk to my brother. You just sit tight!”

“NO!” Jane shrieked, getting up. “Don’t tell him anything!”

“Would you like me to ask him what he thinks of you at least?” Anne asked, looking at Jane with an exasperated expression.

Jane was clinging onto Anne’s arm, desperately trying to hold the Boleyn girl back, but Anne dragged them both to the door in the process. William glanced at his wife, an amused look on his face and he was trying his best not to laugh at the ridiculousness of the situation. Princess Mary was already laughing, she found she couldn’t control herself in this current predicament. Jane stopped fussing and let go of Anne’s arm.

“I suppose you can ask him that, but you have to swear you won’t say anything about my feelings for him! I JUST want to know what he thinks and what my prospects are.”

“Okaaay, Jane! Relax, I’m not going to tell my brother that you fancy him just like that. I’m not that heartless. Let me go find him and at least see what he’s up to.”

“Let’s all go! I want to go back dancing. I’ve rested well enough now and I think my brother will wonder where we all are.” Princess Mary exclaimed, marching towards the door.

“You all go on ahead, I’ll catch up with you shortly,” Anne said, quickly looking at Henry.

“Alright,” Mary B. said, giving her sister a look. “Come on, Will.”

“Coming,” William chirped, quickly jogging out the door.

Once the room had been cleared, Anne made her way over to Henry and kissed him fervently. He gripped onto her waist and pulled her closer to him, their kisses growing more passionate. Henry pulled her onto the chaise and she straddled him. He helped in lifting her skirts up, revealing her legs which had been smooth to touch. His hand gently slid up her inner thigh, his palm slightly calloused from years of fencing and the like. Henry brought kisses down her neck and bit down on her collarbone. He flipped her over onto her back on the chaise, causing her to laugh. He moved so he was over her and continued caressing her thighs. Just as he was about to make his move, a heavy knock startled both of them. Henry got up, nearly falling over onto the floor as he quickly got up off Anne. She, too, bolted upright, fixing her dress and her appearance.

“Anne!” her father called for her. “Where the devil are you?”

“I’m here, Father! I’ll be out in just a moment!” Anne cried, loudly.

“The King has asked to see you, come out now, this instant. We cannot keep the king waiting.”

Anne kissed Henry once more on the lips.

“Don’t let him see you, Henry. I love you but we have to be careful. I’m so sorry!” Anne whispered. “Wait for a little while before coming back. Be sure no one catches you in here.”

“Don’t worry about me, just go.” Henry murmured, laughing softly.

Anne made her escape and slipped through the door without revealing Henry to her father. Thomas looked at Anne bewildered and shook his head.

“You look flushed, Anne. What on earth were you doing?”

“I was reading, you know how I get when I enjoy a good book.”

Thomas rolled his eyes, rather fed up with Anne at this point for always sneaking off and hurried her back to the masquerade along with everyone else. This was one meeting that could NOT go wrong, Thomas would make sure even if it was the last thing he did.

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Chapter Twelve - Frenemies

Thomas Boleyn ushered his two daughters into the King’s study. It was after the pageant, but he wanted to officially introduce his daughters to the king. King Henry knew of Anne and of course he knew Mary very well, seeing as though they were Katherine’s ladies’ maids. He knew that they were both beautiful, smart and talented young women. But he wanted to personally compliment them on their fine achievement in bringing the pageant to life. Sure, it might have been a ridiculous idea, but he had to see Anne again, up close and without the queen around. Katherine was always nagging King Henry about everything, and it irritated him. He was desperate to see Anne. King Henry obviously was aware that Mary was his current mistress, but that didn’t bother him. He was allowed to think that Anne was attractive, he was the King for fuck’s sake. Anne and Mary removed their eye masks, both curtsying in front of the King.

“I’m so glad how well the pageant turned out this afternoon. Both of you played your roles beautifully. Everyone was impressed by the show.” King Henry said, looking at both of the girls.

“Thank you, Your Majesty,” they said.

“You were quite good at your role, too, how fitting that Your Majesty was given the role of ‘Honesty’. An excellent choice for the king.” Anne replied, with a smile.

He smiled back at her and chuckled softly. The king looked at both Anne and Mary - how lucky he was to have both the Boleyn girls at court - together. And how Francis, his shit-brained cousin, could suck it, he thought. In France, King Henry had learned that Mary had been called the English mare and the very great whore, simply because she had been the French king’s mistress. France had proved quite an education for the two Boleyn girls. Henry wished that more English ladies would go to France to learn as they had done. The king looked at his mistress and walked up to her, he kissed her on the cheek and then he did the same to Anne. Anne was taken by surprise by his actions, but he was the king, so she had no say in what he could do or couldn’t do.

“If you would both be so kind, I’d like to speak to each of you individually. Mary, if you can give me a moment with your sister?” the king looked at Mary.

She nodded and looked at the king with a playful expression. She stepped outside the door, closing it behind her but staying by to listen, hoping she could hear their conversation. On the other side of the door, Henry looked at Anne. He reached out slowly and touched the side of her face. She was beyond stunning, and he was desperate to have her. Anne held her breath, doing her best to stay calm as the king stepped closer to her.

“I would like to offer you a position, Lady Anne.” King Henry said, almost purring at her. “Are you inclined to assist your king?”

“What is the position?” she asked, daring to look at him.

“I want you to be my mistress,” he answered, his voice low and gruff.

“You what?” Anne exclaimed, shocked.

“I want to have you, Anne.”

“Your Majesty, I -,” she froze as he took her into his arms.

“Ever since I saw you in France, I haven’t been able to get you out of my mind.”

“You’re banging my sister!” Anne hissed, glaring at the king. “And you want to put your hands on me?”

At that remark, King Henry let her go and scoffed.

“You have no idea how lucky you’d be. You don’t know how many women would be desperate to be in your place right now.” Henry spat. “You deny your king?”

“I have no desire to be someone’s mistress, even for you, Your Majesty - as much as I honor you and wish to serve you. I will not be tossed aside once you grow weary of me.”

“Is there something that you find revolting about me?” Henry questioned, his eyes flashing.

It had reminded her of the way his demeanor had changed when King Francis had challenged him during the Field of the Cloth of Gold. It was obvious Henry did NOT like to be questioned or challenged. Anne had just stepped over a dangerous boundary and was now at risk of being banished or worse.

“No, not at all, Your Majesty. You are the most pleasing king, my lord. I have - well,” she paused, uncertain of how to explain herself.

It took Henry a moment to realize what Anne was talking about.

“You have never been with a man intimately, Lady Anne?” he pried.

“No, and please forgive me, Your Majesty - but I humbly must reject your offer. I do not wish to be with a man until I am married. I wish to retain my virtue. I cannot in good conscience be with a man who has also banged my sister. And if you were to take me as a mistress, what would happen to her?” Anne explained, pulling out of his grip.

“She would be well provided for and taken care of. I would allow her to remain at court and keep her position as one of my wife’s ladies.”

“And that’s the other thing! I don’t want to be ‘the other woman’ in your marriage to Queen Katherine. She has been good to me, and I don’t want to betray her confidence in me. I won’t do that to my queen. How can you even think of asking me this while you’re still married to her and openly having other mistresses on the side?”

“Enough! I’m the King! I will not be questioned! Least of all by you!” Henry shouted, venom seeping in his words. “Get out!”

Anne was taken by surprise - for a moment he was completely enamored by her and now that she’d flatly rejected him, he was enraged.

“You can send your sister to me. She at least knows not to deny her king.” Henry spat, glaring at Anne.

She refused to acknowledge his snark but left the study, only to find Mary still waiting outside the door. Anne felt as though she might cry but took everything in her to swallow the knot in her throat.

“What happened, Annie?” Mary whispered, concerned.

“He asked me to be his mistress, and I refused. You might as well go in there and help him forget that I stood up to him. He’s a total prick,” Anne muttered, under her breath.

“Oh, Anne,” Mary scolded.

“I’m sorry, but I’m not going to be his side whore. I’m worth more than that.” Anne snapped, glaring at her elder sister.

“Wow, okay,” Mary scoffed.

“No, Mary - I - I didn’t,” Anne realized how that must have sounded to her sister and immediately felt guilty.

“You didn’t what? You just LOVE to parade the fact that you’re soooo pious and perfect in every way! Don’t even bother trying to explain yourself. Just go, Anne. Does our father know that you’ve nearly fucked Henry Percy?” Mary snapped, feeling the sting of Anne’s words.

“Mary,” Anne pleaded, looking at her in stupor.

“Just, shut up, Anne - please. I get it. You think everyone who fucks around is a slut.”

“Can you just -,”

“No! Just. Leave.”

Anne nodded, hating the fact that she had to be so blunt about her opinions. She was always strong-willed and that often-caused people to not be so happy about what she thought about life in general. She forced herself not to cry. She kept her composure and made her way back to their apartments, hoping to run into Henry Percy. At least then she wouldn’t have to feel so lonely. Anne rarely ever argued with her siblings, and they’d always gotten along so well, but she knew she’d crossed the line with Mary on this subject. Much to her surprise, she bumped into George. She’d been so focused on her own thoughts; Anne hardly noticed him rounding the corner.

“Anne!” George exclaimed, but not out of anger, just surprise.

The look on his face made her snap and she burst into tears. Normally, she didn’t cry like this. She was stronger than that, but the fact the king had the nerve to come onto her and then still want Mary as his mistress stung. There was SO MUCH more to Anne than just sex, but the king saw her solely as an object of desire, a plaything. George’s gaze softened immediately, and he pulled her into his embrace as she wept. He let her finish her tears before she settled down. Once she was calm, she let go of his embrace. Anne sniffled and cleared her throat.

“What happened, Annie?” George asked, softly.

“I got into a fight with Mary. Well, Father had brought us to the king so I could meet him. And then he asked to speak to me alone. He asked me to be his mistress, George. I refused and then I told Mary about it, saying how I didn’t want to be someone’s side bitch. And also, that I was worth more than that. I didn’t realize that saying that would have affected her so much. She got SO angry about that.”

“She’ll get over it. She knows you didn’t mean her by saying that. Our father’s just been a bit overwhelmed with trying to get in with the king. Mary feels it especially with being the king’s mistress. You know what Father’s like when he’s working.”

“I know, but I shouldn’t have said it the way I did. I feel so bad about it now.”

“Don’t worry! She’ll calm down and you’ll be alright again. We’re family, and we have to stick together. Come on. Let’s go play some dice or something. It’ll help you take your mind off things for a little while. And then we can see you meeting Henry Percy again.”

“Does everyone know about me and Henry?”

“Only those of us who know you well,” George answered, with a playful look. “Everyone else is clueless.”

“You’re the best brother, George.” Anne said, with a grin and she laughed.

He kissed her forehead, and they walked down the corridor to their sitting rooms, hoping to find a game of dice ready for them. Anne and George sat down by the table next to the hearth. It was well lit and cozy. There was still snow outside from what Anne had seen. She poured them some wine, and George got the dice set ready. They played a few rounds of dice before Mary decided to make her presence known. Anne glanced at her elder sister. Mary raised a brow at her and walked off, sitting down onto the chaise and picked up the book of poetry that she had been reading earlier that day. Anne and George shared a look, he was clearly smirking at the two of them. He knew it was a petty argument between his sisters. Both of them were headstrong in their own way, Anne was proud of her piety and her religious reform. Mary was proud to be noticed by the king, a position sought after by many women. Mary held the current favor of King Henry, and he still seemed enthralled by her - the whole Boleyn family benefited from it. George, himself, was now Lord Rochester; a small title bestowed upon him from the King after his father claimed the earldom of Ormond. And with that came more responsibility, including looking after his family if his father was away on other business.

And looking after his family, George knew that meant settling disputes between his sisters. Mary was sensitive about her position as a mistress, already being verbally attacked by the English court and now her sister, one person Mary thought she could rely on. Anne clearly thought she was just another common whore, like all the rest of the court. Mary did what she had to in order to protect and keep her family secure and wealthy. Anne didn’t seem to understand that. No one could say no to the king, it was a matter of life or death. Saying no meant one could commit treason, whatever that may be, whatever the king decided. The sooner Anne learned that the better off she would be.

“Alright, you two need to cut it out already,” George scolded, stopping the game of chess.

“What the hell are you talking about, George?” Mary seethed, glaring at him.

“George!” Anne exclaimed, kicking his shins underneath the table.

He winced and groaned at the contact of her heeled shoe. He lifted his leg up and rubbed his shin, sending Anne a look as if reprimanding her. Mary stood up, putting the book down and came to sit at the table with her siblings. She also sent Anne a look, clearly not happy that Anne had gone to their brother for comfort.

“First of all, I don’t appreciate being kicked in the shin like that. That wasn’t necessary. Two, both of you need to get over this rivalry you have going on. You are both strong-willed and each of you have your own opinions, which is fine! You’re allowed to have your differences. Fighting over who gets the king is rather ridiculous if you look at it from my perspective. Clearly, Anne doesn’t want anything to do with him, so I don’t understand why you’re so upset, Mary.”

“Because she thinks I’m a whore, like everyone else does! If SHE thinks it, then it must be true. She even said so herself, she doesn’t want to sell herself short and be a king’s mistress, if it were asked of her.” Mary explained, angrily. “Not everyone who sleeps with the king is a whore. Sometimes it’s to gain a position or to help your family!”

“I NEVER said you were a whore, Mary.” Anne chided, in her own defense. “Just because I said that I, myself personally, don’t want to be his side whore, doesn’t mean that you are. Look at all the mistresses he’s had before you, sis. Where are they now?”

Mary remained silent.

“I don’t want to lose my virtue because the king can’t keep it in his pants. I’m not going to do that to myself. I don’t want to be thrown out or banished from court like Bessie Blount if I were to have the king’s child. This has nothing to do with you. It has to do with him taking what he wants and throwing it out like it’s nothing. He likes to have his playthings and then when he gets bored, no one wants it afterwards. And not only that - no one here is brave enough to say no to the king. It’s his way or the highway. I’m not an object. I am a woman; and I have feelings, ideas, and interests I want to pursue. I can’t do any of those things because I’m a woman. I don’t like the way he looks at me, Mary. It makes me uncomfortable.”

“I didn’t know you felt that way, Anne.” Mary said, after a moment of silence. “I’m sorry for coming down on you the way I did. I just - I feel like all this is weighing on me, too. After being Francis’ mistress, you’d think this would be easier. Father expects me to do so much because I have the king’s ear. Maybe I am just a pawn, an object for men to use and push around like a chess piece.”

“No, you’re not! You are worth so much more than that! I know it because you’re my sister. You are a Boleyn. You might be an object to them, but remember what Queen Claude taught us?” The man may be the head, but the woman is the neck, we have our own power to control them, and they don’t even realize it. The neck controls the head. No offense, Georgie.”

“None taken!” George exclaimed, raising his hands in surrender.

George was smiling as he watched the interaction between his two sisters. Somehow, he’d managed to help them get past their issues and they were talking things over, and by the looks of it - everything was smoothing over.

“You’re right, Anne. I’m sorry for getting angry at you earlier.” Mary replied, with a remorseful look.

“It’s alright, we’re sisters. And sisters are bound to fight sometimes. I’m sorry if it sounded like I called you a whore. Please, forgive me for that. I honestly don’t think that you are.”

“I know you don’t. I just - things have been so tense. I just want to go back home with William. I miss being there and being able to have a quiet life.”

“I don’t blame you at all,” Anne said.

“I’m so proud of you both,” George chimed in.

The girls looked at their brother and rolled their eyes, still smiling.

“You seem to have a knack to stop arguments, Georgie.” Anne commented.

“Well, we have to stick together, us Boleyns. There’s so many here who don’t like the fact that we’re rising in power. We have to show those nay-sayers that we are a family that will not be shattered so easily.”

“Who doesn’t like us?” Mary wondered, suddenly feeling her stomach drop.

“For starters, Cardinal Wolsey doesn’t seem to like Anne. I don’t think Jane Parker’s father likes me very much either, since I started flirting with Jane. And I imagine the women of this court don’t like you because you’re the king’s mistress, Mary.”

“Well, shit.” Mary deadpanned, sighing heavily.

“I don’t like Cardinal Wolsey either, to be fair. He doesn’t like the fact that Henry Percy and I spend time together.”

“Henry’s in love with you, Anne. But he’s set to marry Lady Mary Talbot.”

“Cardinal Wolsey can suck it,” Anne muttered, finishing her wine.

George shook his head and Mary laughed.

“Oh, Anne, you have such a way with words.” George chortled. “Just be careful around him.”

“I will be.”

I hope, Anne thought.

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Chapter Thirteen - The Proposal

Anne found Henry Percy in the library; his nose completely immersed in a book. He had two other books beside him and hadn’t even noticed her slumping beside him in a completely un-lady-like manner. She folded her arms across her chest and sighed. He looked up surprised and then turned to his right, where she sat. Anne returned his look and smiled. He put a small piece of parchment onto the page he’d been reading and closed the book. It was a book written in Latin, something to do with political science, Cicero’s writings.

“Are you enjoying Cicero?” Anne asked, picking up the book.

“Yes, I am rather. He’s very insightful in philosophical ideologies.”

“Such as?” Anne inquired.

“Well, for a start - he writes that no one should fear death. We all will face it one day and when that day comes, to embrace it. You know he was executed for speaking out against Mark Antony?” Henry replied, his eyes lighting up as he spoke about history.

“I actually didn’t know that! Why was he executed?”

“According to history, Mark Antony didn’t like what Cicero said about him. He supported the assassination of Julius Caesar but claimed that Mark Antony should have also been done away with in the same manner. He attempted to rally the Senate against Antony claiming he was a threat to Rome itself.”

“Well, I wouldn’t either if I was considered a threat to a kingdom like that.”

(Oh, Anne, if only you knew what the future would bring, but we’ll get to that later). Henry Percy chuckled.

“I don’t think anyone would appreciate that. But it seems it’s an endless cycle. It’s never ending as it keeps happening. People rally against kings, get executed and are written down in history as the last stance against tyranny. It’s happened for thousands of years and, sadly, I believe it will continue to happen. Unless we own our mistakes and are held accountable for things we have done. I doubt that will ever happen.”

“It is man’s sinful nature. Paul even wrote that he cannot do what he wants to but does what he doesn’t want to do. That’s the battle in and of itself. We do things we don’t want to do, but the things we want to do, we don’t do. I feel as though the more the church understood that I feel the more forgiving people would be. We are given the choice of freewill, certainly. But our flesh is weak, we more often than not do things that God doesn’t wish for us to do. It is simply human nature.”

“You should be a philosopher, Anne.”

“I would be condemned or burned at the stake as a heretic. I really think the Bible should be translated so all people have a chance to read it and understand it.”

“I don’t believe a lot of the common folk know how to read. I wonder if that’ll have to change for them to have a chance.” Henry remarked, looking at her.

“I think it should, honestly.” Anne replied, in a quiet voice, so not as to cause trouble if someone else were to hear. “How is it only fair that the church tells people what they have to believe? People ought to be allowed to read it for themselves if they want to do that, rather than being puppets to the Pope. Salvation is for everyone, and we can’t earn it, it’s already given to us because of the Lord’s sacrifice.”

“Indeed, but don’t let Cardinal Wolsey hear you say that. He’ll report you and turn you into a heretic.”

“Then I’ll be a heretic.”

“If you are one, then I will be there right by your side, Anne. I believe the same as you. If they burn you, then they will have to burn me also.”

“Let’s just hope it doesn’t come to that. I pray that it won’t. But I think more and more people are starting to realize the same things as I am, but they’re scared to say anything. They’re afraid because it goes against the Catholic Church.”

“The Catholic Church has been the head church for centuries in England, Anne. There’s no way it’s going to change just like that overnight,” Henry said, while snapping his fingers.

“I know - it’s a dream to imagine it could.” Anne said, with a heavy sigh. “Anyway, let’s focus on the present. Let’s go do something fun, Henry!”

“Alright, I have been wanting to spend more time with you. I’ve been meaning to, but Wolsey is a hound when it comes to busywork. Every time I’ve tried to escape to solitude, well rather, to come see you. But I think he’s caught onto my intentions.”

“He’s such a snake. I don’t like him, you know.”

“I know. It’s best just to stay out of his way, Anne. I can try to get you messages or come see you as often as I am able. I can see about passing messages through your brother, Lord Rocheford.”

“I think that’d work. I trust my brother; he won’t give us away like that.”

“Good.” Henry said, with a smile.

He leaned down to kiss her but quickly recovered when he heard the voice of Cardinal Wolsey down the corridor. His face paled and he dragged Anne into a quiet corner. They attempted to make their escape, running away from the cardinal. They ran down a flight of stairs, Anne nearly tripped on the hem of her gown. Henry caught her and held her securely. They stopped for a moment, listening to make sure they hadn’t led Wolsey down to where they were hiding. Much to their disappointment, he had been heading exactly in the same direction. His voice was getting closer as he spoke to another of his pageboys, venting about the king and whatever meetings he had been attending earlier that morning.

Henry and Anne looked at each other in shock and continued down the stairs in haste. He grabbed her hand, and they took off down to the opposite end of the corridor, and then they took another left. Finding an unlocked door, Henry pushed it open and the two stepped in. It was a servant’s storage closet, much to Anne’s surprise. Henry closed the door quietly, slowly releasing the lock handle, hoping it wouldn’t make too loud of a noise. Anne caught her breath and paced around the closet, looking at all the things that had been stored in place. Henry kept his ear to the door, holding his breath.

Cardinal Wolsey made his way down the stairs, hoping to find Henry Percy. He’d been aware the young man had been at the library but suddenly took off, obviously startled by the cardinal. Henry hadn’t been expecting him. Cardinal Wolsey ended up losing sight of the boy and decided to veer left. Cardinal Wolsey gave up the hunt, this once - he would let it slide.

“If I find that boy, it’ll be a good reprimand. I’ll let it slide this once.” Cardinal Wolsey shouted.

He continued walking down the corridor, followed by his pageboy. Meanwhile, Henry Percy released a breath. He turned to look at Anne and laughed.

“That was a close one, wasn’t it?” he exclaimed, breathlessly.

“Too close,” Anne answered, feeling her shoulders relax.

She released a sigh of relief as Henry opened the door. He looked both ways and turned back to look at her.

“Come on, the coast is clear!” he whispered, nudging his head towards the corridor.

Anne pushed herself up off from leaning on the wall and took hold of Henry’s hand. He led her out of the corridor, and they made their way outside. They decided to walk through the gardens again, enjoying the cool, spring air. The last of the snow had nearly melted and signs of life were starting to bud again. The evergreen hedges that lined the maze were already a brighter green than they had been in the winter. The ground was wet and sludge-like with mud from the amount of snow that had melted. Anne took careful steps to avoid the muddy places. The last thing she wanted was to ruin her favorite dress. The shoes were of little consequence, Anne was more interested in dresses and jewelry than shoes. Dresses and jewelry were oftentimes harder to clean and replace in her opinion.

They continued to talk about literature and history, Henry’s favorite being Roman philosophy. He liked Ancient Roman history too and a little of Ancient Greece, the little information they had. Anne thought it was wonderful, his passion for history. And she loved how interested he was when he talked about it. She was barely able to get a word in edgewise, but she was content to listen to him narrate his knowledge to her. She smiled and admired him. How could she not? It was like watching a child receive a gift from their mother or father.

“What do you suppose the Ancient Romans would think of us now?” Anne wondered, when he had finished his spoken essay.

“Well, they would have frowned at our religious choices, but I think truly the Romans would enjoy the tourneys we have, the dancing, the food. It’s quite similar, really. The only thing different is the language and dress and of course the government seat. People haven’t changed much through history, and I doubt they will change much a hundred years from now. Imagine England in 1622! I wonder who King of England will be then.”

“God knows,” Anne remarked, with a chuckle. “I shouldn’t dwell too much on what the future will bring. It’s best left for God.”

“You don’t ever wonder about the future - even about us?” Henry questioned, surprised.

“I haven’t given it much thought, perhaps I should. Have you?” she returned.

“Yes,” he replied, stopping her. “Anne, I love you.”

Anne looked at him, bewildered - she felt her heart leap inside. He loved her? She held her breath as he brought his hand up to her cheek. His hand felt warm on her skin. She slowly stepped closer towards him, facing him properly. He stepped closer to her, nearly closing the space between them. Henry ran his hand through her long, raven hair - gently using his fingers to brush through it. The action weakened her knees and made her heart race more.

“Kiss me,” she pleaded, placing her hands tenderly on his chest.

“Gladly,” he murmured, and his mouth crashed on hers, kissing her fervently.

He finally closed the space between them and pulled her completely into his body. Anne moved her hands and wrapped her arms all the way around him. His hands slid up her back and to her shoulders, caressing her skin. Anne felt like her soul lit on fire when his hands made contact on her bare skin. God knew how in love with this man she was. She wanted him more than anything. Anne knew she desperately wanted to be with Henry Percy. This was her match - and she begged God to not let anything, or anyone take him away from her. He moved his lips from hers, planting kisses down her neck, and nipping at her shoulder blade, sending shivers down her spine. He pushed her up against the garden wall, hoisting her up. He fervently lifted the skirts of her dress, pressing his body against hers. Henry looked down to see her legs and began to caress her thighs. He stopped, listening to both of them breathing heavily.

“Don’t stop,” she whispered, looking at him seriously. “Why did you stop?”

“I want to,” he said, returning her intense look. “But not here. Marry me, Anne.”

“Ask me properly!” she exclaimed, with a smile.

He set her down and dropped her skirts. Anne shook them out and straightened her gown. He smiled widely and got down onto one knee, pulling out a ring from his coat pocket.

“Anne Boleyn, will you do me the honor of marrying me - allowing me to be your husband?”

“Yes!” Anne shouted, with a delighted shriek.

He slipped the ring on her finger and stood up, not caring about the mud stains on one knee. Henry picked her up, kissing her passionately. Henry Percy never in a million years imagined he could ever win a girl over like Anne Boleyn. She had been beyond his league but yet, she had fallen in love with him - much to his surprise. He felt so fortunate to have her and prayed with all his heart that he wouldn’t lose her. That was the last thing he wanted was to lose Anne.

They both knew they would have to keep their engagement a secret - Cardinal Wolsey was not a forgiving man, neither was the king. Anne couldn’t trust anyone with this information, not even her siblings, well - perhaps George, but either way; it had to stay hidden, just for a time. Henry knew this also; the fact of the matter was - by proxy - he had still been engaged to Lady Mary Talbot. But it hadn’t even been something he’d wanted. He wanted Anne, more than life itself. Without her, he felt like his life was boring, nothing exciting ever happened. He felt alive when he was with her. This was it. If it was the last thing Henry Percy would ever do, he was set to marry Anne Boleyn. And NOTHING would get in the way of that.

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Henry and Anne made their way back to the Boleyn apartments. They were both giddy with excitement and did their best to restrain themselves as they passed by other members of the court. Henry glanced at Anne, completely impressed by how well she kept her composure. That was one thing Anne was taught well in the French court, never let others know how one is feeling. Showing true colors and emotions could be dangerous - considering there was a chance that one didn’t know who’d be listening. There were eyes and ears everywhere, anyone could be a traitor.

Her biggest threat was Cardinal Wolsey - if he discovered this engagement, there would be hell to pay. Even if Queen Katherine would be on her side, the King was not happy with his wife. He’d been growing distant and was starting to listen more to Wolsey. With Wolsey’s power growing, no one was safe there. Anne had also heard rumors from her fiancé that Cardinal Wolsey was building up a magnificent palace for himself. It had been years in the making, and supposedly was going to be grander than any of the palaces the King owned. Anne had a sinking feeling that would not bode well with Henry. What if Cardinal Wolsey was styling himself second-in-command with the King of England? Everyone knew him to be a shrewd sort of man - definitely power-hungry. But Anne had to wonder; would Wolsey overstep his bounds with the king?

Would he have the daring nerve to prove himself better than Henry Tudor? He already had power over all the church clergy in England being cardinal. What honestly would hold him back from trying to take more power for himself? Anne was more reserved as she continued thinking about this engagement of hers. She sat down on the chaise beside Henry Percy and nestled close to him, resting her chin on his shoulder.

“What’s the matter?” he asked, softly.

“I’m just thinking too much about certain things.”

“Are you thinking about if the king or Cardinal Wolsey found out about us?” he continued.

“How do you already know me so well?” Anne sighed, smiling at him but it was a partial smile - there was still worry etched in her features.

“I’m going to reassure you, Annie, everything will be fine. This will pass us by and one day, hopefully soon we can be married. I just need to convince my father to break off the alliance with the Talbots. I know she doesn’t like me much either.”

“If you don’t like one another - what was the point of the alliance?” Anne wondered.

“Political gain for my father,” Henry replied. “I think this would be a far better match. I don’t understand why he and Wolsey are determined to make this match. There’s no benefit for Mary or myself. I mean, she has relations with the Nevilles and Staffords, but that’s about it.”

“The Nevilles are a pretty prominent family - older than ours. I heard her great-uncle was the Kingmaker himself.”

“But Warwick was also a usurper - he dethroned Edward IV for his brother, George.” Henry reminded her.

“Speaking of the Nevilles, isn’t Maggie Pole still alive?” Anne asked.

“I think so,” Henry said.

“I can’t imagine what she must feel - being the last Plantagenet. I wonder if she remembers Edward IV and his wife, or even Bad King Richard.”

“I’m sure she does, she’s only fifty or so.”

“That’s ancient, Henry!”

“I suppose. We’d be lucky to live as long as she has, despite everything Maggie Pole has gone through. She outlived her mother and father and her own brother. Other than her children, she has no family left.”

“I don’t know if I could bear it - to lose everyone like that, all who I hold dear to me. I don’t want to be the last survivor. Not only that, she has a direct claim to the throne of England.”

“She gave it up as a sign of fealty to the Tudors. A lot of Yorkists did, in order to spare their lives and their families.” Henry continued, his eyes lighting up again as he spoke of history.

“It’s mad to think that so many people follow a man because he believes God gave him the right to rule a country. What qualifies a man to rule? Isn’t it fascinating to think about? England has had kings and queens rule for centuries, all throughout time, descended and natural born heirs. What is a king but a mortal man? A man made of dust, flesh and blood - like Adam. How do we know who to show loyalty to? What binds a man to loyalty? How do we know that this was God-ordained? How do we know God’s pleasing and perfect will?” Anne contemplated.

“It is quite a wonder to think about.” Henry agreed. “I quite admire your thoughts, Annie. You are a philosopher at heart, I know I have told you that before, but I love to see your mind working. It’s mesmerizing, your intelligence is beyond your years.”

“If I were a man, I think I’d want to be a philosopher and earn my wage that way.”

“Well, for my part, I’m glad you’re not a man, my darling. When we marry, I will give you a library so vast you can read and explore to your heart’s content. If you wish to be a philosopher - I will not stop you. Whatever you wish to pursue - I will do what I can to encourage and support you.”

“I’m so glad to have met you, Henry. I do not know if there would be any other man who’d allow me to be myself like this. I think most men would be intimidated and try to silence me.”

“Then they are the fools,” Henry said, softly.

He leaned forward and kissed her tenderly. Anne could feel herself smiling through their kiss and felt utterly content with everything. The kiss was sweet, but brief. Henry played with her hair after, running his fingers gently through, brushing it over her shoulder. The two sat like that for a while, enjoying each other’s company, sitting in silence. She was thankful for someone like Henry Percy, and realized perhaps now that she was grateful, she never started the dalliance years ago in France with Philippe. He was a faded, distant memory that she hardly ever thought of. Even France seemed like a lifetime ago.

There was so much that had changed and that she had learned from while in France. She had returned a year ago from France and now she was already engaged. Her father she knew would be most surprised. Anne was particular about what she wanted, and which is why she had waited so long. She hadn’t wanted just anyone. And she was fortunate to find someone like Henry - who wasn’t intimidated by her smarts. She didn’t understand either why it would have been such a thing for men to find challenging, but they did. Perhaps it was because they didn’t like the fact, she could be smarter than they were or have more wisdom. England, too, was a man’s world and Anne had to learn to navigate it the same as she had in France. She felt the English court was more conniving and ruthless. The French were snobbish and sought power, sure, but there was something about being home, being with the English that Anne knew she had to be cautious. It was a different kind of hunger.

If she made one wrong move, said the wrong thing - it could be a nasty fall for her and her entire family. She learned quite quickly that not everyone could be trusted. Everyone was in the game for themselves, women included. If there was a chance to be elevated in rank, earn a position in court, it could cause rivalries and alliances to break and form. It was stupid, really. All these people were truly placed in these positions because of men - men who created titles and wealth. What was it all when one thought about it? How different would life have been had God placed the Tudors in a lowly servant’s position? What if Henry Tudor had never become king?

It was easy to forget that they had, indeed, been the fortunate ones. Life to the peasants wasn’t kind, even coming by carriage through London, Anne could see the average folk toiling away. In that regard, she hadn’t really done a hard day’s work at all. Anne knew she could never plow a field or make bread for her family with her own two hands. She was definitely bookish and well learned in the intellectual sense, but when it came to common daily activities - Anne hadn’t really learned to do those things.

Well, sure, she could have done it if it were left up to her - but things did come easier with help. She marveled at the strength of women in lesser positions than her, not a feat often noted in English nobility. Child-bearing mortality rates were already high in affluent families, but what about the peasantry? They had far less chance of surviving, should a mother contract childbed fever or other ailment after giving birth. There was little to no chance to find a physician ready to help. In that regard, she was more than thankful to be born into a high-ranking family - they had access to more amenities than some.

And should she ever have children, they too, would have a chance to be educated and well off. She hoped that God would allow her and Henry to marry. She prayed their engagement wouldn’t be an issue - that his father would be willing to call off the alliance with the Talbots. If he perhaps would be willing to see how much they loved one another, then perhaps they could start planning the wedding sooner. Their fathers could be easy to convince. It was King Henry and Cardinal Wolsey who they had to convince. If the king and cardinal saw more benefits in Henry Percy marrying Lady Mary, that could smell trouble. The fact their engagement was secret - that he didn’t ask the king first, that was another sign of trouble just waiting to happen. Anne’s stomach twisted at the thought of enraging the Tudor king. She’d seen him angry once - at the Field of the Cloth of Gold and it wasn’t pleasant.

She wondered if he were to ask the King, pretending that they weren’t engaged at all, then the King might agree to breaking off the engagement to her rival. Anne sat up straighter and fixed the skirts of her dress.

“Henry?” she asked.

“Yes?”

“I know that no one knows about our engagement. But what if you were to ask the king permission for us to marry. No one but us two knows about it, so it wouldn’t have to be secret then.”

“That’s a clever idea. Perhaps I can convince him this would be a better alliance than Lady Mary Talbot.”

“I know my family isn’t as prominent as the Nevilles or Staffords - but my sister is still in favor with the king, I think - my father is the Earl of Ormond as well now, not just the Earl of Wiltshire. My brother is Lord Rocheford. How much more can your father possibly desire?”

“Money,” Henry answered, bluntly.

“My father has plenty of that.” Anne grumbled, annoyed. “I don’t see what the issue needs to be, unless this is also for Wolsey’s benefit, which it probably is. He wants all the people under his employment to be at his beck and call. Maybe, it’s so he knows what you are doing at all times. If he has control, then he feels secure.”

“I’ll look for a good time to speak to His Majesty. I know he can be temperamental. He’s having a hard time with his wife, and I think the tension is only getting worse.”

“I genuinely feel badly for Queen Katherine. It might not even be her fault that she can’t conceive. It takes two to Volta.”

Henry snorted and snickered at Anne’s comment and shook his head at her.

“Are you saying the king is the problem?”

“Well, he could be. The royal physicians though are paid to tell the king what he wants to hear. Mostly.”

“Don’t let the king hear you say that.”

“I’ll try not to.” Anne remarked, with a huff.

Henry wrapped his arms around Anne and pulled her closer to him. He leaned back on the chaise, and they rested there for a while longer, enjoying each other’s presence. Anne was utterly content to be here with him. The fact she found love with a title, that made her even more happy. The pair got up after hearing footsteps down the hall. Anne straightened her dress and her appearance, so not as to give herself away. She grabbed a book that had been on a table nearby and sat down on the chair near there. Henry sat down at the desk and began writing. He thought that if he wrote a letter to his father about his engagement with Lady Mary Talbot, then maybe his father would break it off. Henry did, however, leave out the fact he was engaged to Anne Boleyn.

The last thing he wanted was to ruin her good name and position. If he then spoke to the king and if Anne would speak to the queen, perhaps the royals would show favor, especially if they were in high spirits. The door opened and William and Mary had come through with their father, Thomas. They had all been speaking over one another, arguing about something. When Anne looked up, she could see her father was livid. Mary looked as though she was on the verge of tears and Will looked utterly defeated. He was clearly upset about something, perhaps something Mary had done or not done. Thomas looked at Anne and then at Henry Percy. He huffed irritably.

“What on earth are you two doing here? Why are you not at your posts?” Thomas spat, glaring at Anne.

“Queen Katherine wanted the day to herself. She was not feeling well, Father. She only has one other lady with her today to tend to her illness.”

“What about him?” Thomas asked, sharply and pointing to Henry Percy who put down the quill.

“Cardinal Wolsey has been in meetings all day. I have not seen him since this morning.” Henry lied, shifting in his seat.

“Why don’t I believe either of you?” Thomas muttered and stomped off behind another door in the apartments.

He slammed the door behind him, and they heard the lock click. Henry Percy got up and took the parchment paper with him, folding it up after the ink had dried. He put it into his side pocket in his coat and kissed Anne on the cheek before leaving. Anne watched him go and smiled sadly at him. Her father was in a foul mood, and he’d rather not upset him further and he caught on to William and Mary fighting too and thought it best to leave.

Anne glanced at Mary again who had burst into tears and sat down on the chaise. Will stood awkwardly between the sisters, uncertain of what to do. Anne took this as her cue to leave. She got up and put the book away that she’d been pretending to read. She was about to leave but Mary stopped her.

“Anne, please don’t leave! Stay!” Mary insisted.

“Mary, we need to talk privately. As much as I adore my sister-in-law, it’s best that we continue this conversation alone.” Will said, sternly, but not harshly.

“I’m sorry,” Anne mouthed softly and quickly left the sitting room.

She found Henry Percy down the end of the hall, looking pale and then she spotted Cardinal Wolsey making his way up the corridor with a few of his pageboys and some others of his household. Anne froze in place, uncertain of where to turn to. The cardinal was fuming. Anne backed away as the cardinal grabbed fistfuls of Henry’s shirt and shoved him on the opposite wall, snarling at him like a dog.

“What the devil are you playing at, boy?” Cardinal Wolsey shouted. “You are engaged to be married to Lady Mary Talbot. That was the arrangement I had made with your father. Now news has reached me that you are betrothed to this whore?”

“She is not a whore!” Henry retorted back; his voice filled with venom. “I love her, and I am going to marry Lady Anne. I refuse to marry Lady Mary.”

Cardinal Wolsey laughed mockingly, releasing his hold on Henry. Anne watched the scene in total shock. She was trembling beneath her cool facade, completely terrified of Wolsey. She then looked around at the other pageboys and members of his household. A couple of them, too, were surprised by Wolsey’s temper, except for James Butler. Anne could see a ghost of a smirk playing at the edges of his mouth. His eyes lit up and he did his best not to look at the spectacle, but he seemed delighted that Henry Percy had been caught by their employer.

Anne sent him a sharp look. If she wasn’t a proper lady and if Wolsey hadn’t been present, she would have walked right up to him and smacked that smirk off his face.

“I will not allow this engagement to continue. If you wish to keep your position in court and for your father to keep his title, you WILL do as I say, damn it.” Cardinal Wolsey ordered, challengingly. “Do I make myself clear?”

He enunciated his final question with such hatred and snark that Anne felt helpless. She looked at Henry, his jaw was clenched, and his shoulders were stiff. He straightened himself up and gave a curt nod to the cardinal.

“If I ever see you around her again, I will personally have the king strip you and your family of everything you own!” Cardinal Wolsey spat, shoving Henry roughly against the wall before releasing him. “End it. Now.”

Cardinal Wolsey turned to Anne, and he glared at her. He wished so dearly he could slap her across the cheek like he would an insolent child. Much to his displeasure and hers, he did react in such a manner. With the back of his hand, he struck her cheek. His signet ring scratched lightly at her skin. Anne was utterly startled at his actions. The fact that a member of the cloth, a cardinal close to the king, struck her was beyond her. She kept her composure and sent him an icy look, stone-cold features hiding her true emotions. Henry Percy was just as bewildered that Cardinal Wolsey dared to strike her. The cardinal cleared his throat and with one hand motioned, ordered his household to leave with him. His red cloak billowed behind him as he made his escape.

“Whatever he says, I will not end our engagement.” Henry said, walking up to Anne after regaining his composure. “Anne, look at me.”

Anne looked up, feeling a fresh set of tears threatening to fall.

“How did he find out so fast?” Anne cried, her voice trembling.

“I don’t know. He has spies everywhere. There is a chance someone might have seen us from one of the windows or they were hidden in the garden. I am so sorry for inflicting this upon you, Anne.”

“Henry, don’t, it isn’t you.” Anne answered, her voice soft and gentle. “It’s Cardinal Wolsey. He hates the fact that my family is rising in power. My father has the king’s ear. I am close to Her Majesty. He doesn’t want us to be successful, so he’s going to try anything to get rid of me. I should be the one to leave court. I - I don’t want you to lose anything on my account.”

“He’s all threats and no action.” Henry countered. “He likes to intimidate people and knows that if he can do that, then he has the upper hand.”

“Well, whatever he’s doing - it’s working. I’m honestly scared this is going to explode into something bigger when it doesn’t need to.”

“I won’t let it! Anne, I’ll look after you and protect you.”

“How?” Anne shouted, as she began pacing. “Wolsey is your employer, Henry. You could lose everything! What would you do then if you have no title and are powerless? I don’t think you realize just how precarious this is now.”

Henry caught her arms and held her in place, wanting to shake sense into her. For Anne to be anxious like this, it was rare. She always held her own and was confident. She looked away from him, not wanting to make eye contact. Henry moved one hand to reach her face, gently touching her cheek - the one Wolsey had struck. Anne could still feel the sting of the slap but soon began to fade at Henry’s touch. She wrapped her arms around him and fell into his embrace, burying her face into his chest. Henry wrapped his arms around her securely. Anne felt safe here - this was her sanctuary. Being with Henry Percy calmed her anxious thoughts, and he continued to hold her that way until she felt completely relaxed. Anne sighed deeply and smiled after a long while. Henry felt her shifting. She looked up at him and kissed him sweetly.

“I’m sorry for my reaction. I just didn’t expect Cardinal Wolsey to be THIS furious.”

“Don’t apologize. It isn’t your fault, and he should have never struck you like that. I ought to tell the king he struck one of the queen’s ladies-in-waiting.”

“Do you think the king would punish him for something like that?”

“I don’t know for certain, but the queen certainly could. You are under her protection.”

“Queen Katherine hasn’t been seen all day. We think she might have taken a private mass and is fasting, but we don’t know. She only has Lady Worcester with her. Lady W is a senior lady-in-waiting.”

“She isolates when she fasts?” Henry asked, curiously.

“Yes, it gives her a chance to hear God. The less distractions she has, she can focus better. Or so she has told me.”

“I can see how that can work. There are so many things going on at court, especially considering how many ladies she has, it’s nice to have one or two days to oneself.” Henry contemplated.

“It is also the first week of Lent. The first couple weeks Queen Katherine takes things very seriously. And I agree, it’s nice to have time for myself, too, and to spend it with you. Despite Wolsey and my father…”

“Anne, look at me.” Henry urged, holding her arms. “I’m not going to break this engagement that easily. I’m sticking around. To hell with Wolsey.”
“Henry!” Anne cried, shocked.

“Well, that’s how I feel. I won’t apologize for being in love with you.”

Anne smiled, but there was worry in her features. Henry could see it. She was frightened, and for good reason. But he knew from here on out they had to be cautious. Henry would do everything in his power, whatever he had to keep them together. He wouldn’t let Wolsey win this one. Not when they’ve come so far. He would have to figure out a way for them to remain together, even if it meant eloping with her. He would do it.

“Whatever it takes to be with you, I’ll do it.” Henry vowed. “I promise this to you, my darling. Come on, let’s go and do something fun to take our minds off this.”

. . . AB . . .

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Cardinal Wolsey brought Henry Percy forward to discuss his personal matter with the king himself. After seeing Henry and Anne together, he made his reports to the king, but the king insisted on speaking to the boy personally to hear both accounts. After hearing their accounts, he would speak to Anne - but this matter King Henry decided to keep from the cardinal. That man didn’t need to know every detail. He could hear Cardinal Wolsey snapping at the younger man before them, urging him forward. Henry Percy bowed low before making his way up to the throne.

“Your Majesty,” he greeted.

“Lord Northumberland,” King Henry said, “Cardinal Wolsey has informed me that you are betrothed to Lady Anne Boleyn. Is this true?”

“Yes, Your Majesty, it is true.”

“Were you not, by your gracious employer, already engaged to Lady Mary Talbot? I thought your father and His Eminence both arranged for the marriage as an alliance.” King Henry questioned.

“This is all true, Majesty,” Henry confirmed.

“Why would you go behind their backs and enter into an engagement even I haven’t approved of? I could have you tried for breaking this contract. It would secure your two families together. The Talbots have connections and are a noble family with centuries’ influence in the north of England, which I need to secure. And their wealth is far greater than that of the Boleyns. Do you realize that I have the power to revoke everything from you and your family?”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

“Then why would you purposely go against your employer and your king? When we have made the contract that binds you to Lady Mary? Cardinal Wolsey offered you employment in his household - a high honor and you’re willing to throw all of that away because of some whore?”

He tensed at the king’s remark and wished for nothing more than to lash out at the king. He knew that if he lost control, he certainly would lose Anne. He had to play this out with a suave and contrite reaction. The last thing he wanted was to lose the love of his life over a stupid thing like this. He sighed and took in a subtle deep breath.

“Your Majesty, the past few months, I have gotten to know Lady Anne as a friend. We have lots of things in common and both come from noble families. I know her family name isn’t as noble as the Stafford name or Neville. But I think it would be a far better alliance for Your Majesty than Lady Mary Talbot. Sir Thomas Boleyn is a member in your council, and both his daughters have the queen’s ear and substantial influence amongst Her Majesties’ ladies and others in the palace. Wouldn’t it benefit us all better to make a stronger alliance with the Boleyns? Since they’re here and active in Your Majesty’s court? Sir Thomas has been an excellent ambassador for Your Majesty throughout Europe. Other royal houses have spoken highly of him in regard to his diplomacy on your behalf.” Henry Percy explained, hoping this would sway the king.

King Henry raised a brow and leaned back, humming as he listened to Percy’s argument on his side of things.

“Thank you, Lord Northumberland, that’s all I need to hear from your account. You’re dismissed.”

Henry bowed before the king and backed away before turning one hundred eighty degrees and left the throne room. He walked down the corridor back to Wolsey’s apartments. There were two other page boys present, both talking to one another and glared at Henry when he came through.

“What?” Henry snapped, glaring back.

“You really need to learn to do your fucking job, Percy. It isn’t that hard being a page to the cardinal.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” Henry demanded.

“Don’t play stupid. Everyone knows you’re fucking Anne Boleyn.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about, James,” Henry huffed irritably, attempting to maintain a calm demeanor whilst concealing his rising anger.

His shoulders stiffened and even the air in the room got strained as James Butler shot up out of his seat and decided to square up to Henry.

“If it hadn’t been for you, I’d have been married to Anne already. Who do you think you are?”

“Lady Anne,” Henry corrected. “I am her fiancé. I’ll do what I need to in order to defend her honor.”

A smug expression plastered on James’ sickly, pasty skin and bony features; his mouth curled into a smirk. He sauntered towards Henry, reeking of arrogance, the curls of his brown hair bouncing with every step he took.

“What makes you think that Anne wants to be with the likes of you?”

“Clearly, she accepted my proposal and turned you down,” Henry drawled, pompously knowing that comment would push buttons.

James’ eyes flashed as he took another quick step towards Henry again, so they were nearly nose to nose. Animatedly, James puffed his chest out. He straightened his back to stand taller, attempting to make himself bigger. He wanted to intimidate Henry. His hands clenched into fists, and he was ready to throw punches, should the need arise. Henry stood his ground, raising a brow at the pathetic, child-like behavior of a grown man. Clearly, James started to show dominance in strength. But it didn’t bother Henry. Growing up with brothers, that built stamina and character.

“Come on, Jimmy, knock it off.” The other pageboy said, irritably.

“Shut up, Thomas,” James spat, whipping his head around and glaring at Thomas.

“What are you gonna do, James?” Henry taunted. “Knock me off my feet?”

“Your fiancé and her sister are whores. You know they slept their way through royal courts?” James continued.

Henry clenched his jaw, and his nostrils flared. He raised his fist threw a clean punch right into James’ jawline. He stumbled and clutched onto his face, crying out in surprise. James glared at his opponent once he regained his balance and punched Henry back. Henry was hit in the eye, a loud smack ringing in his ears, knocking him backwards slightly. Once he recovered, he lunged at James and sent them both flying to the ground with a shattering sound, knocking a chair over in the process. The sprawl lasted a few moments before Cardinal Wolsey had appeared. He had been returning to his study from the throne room and heard some commotion coming from there. He glared at the men who worked for him and kicked them both angrily on the side. The boys groaned and rolled onto their backs at the contact of Wolsey’s shoe.

“ENOUGH!” Cardinal Wolsey bellowed, slamming the door behind him. “If you are going to act like children, I am going to dismiss you both from your positions. You are noblemen. Act like it, damn it! I had hoped better from you, Henry Percy. Now, get out of my sight. The privy chamber hasn’t been cleaned yet. Go reflect on your behavior since you seem to be full of shit.”

“Yes, Your Eminence,” Henry replied, getting up off the ground.

He winced as pain coursed through the side of his stomach as he walked out of the room. Cardinal Wolsey turned to James as the young man got up. He smacked James with the back of the hand, the slap burning his face. He struck the same side where Henry had thrown his first punch.

“You will be reduced to a stable boy this afternoon, until you can pull your act together, you little shit. Now, you will go there and help maintain the heaping piles of horse shit.”

“Yes, Your Eminence,” James muttered, clutching his jaw which was now in pain.

James straightened himself up and left Cardinal Wolsey’s study to the stables. He hated Henry with every fiber of his being, and he decided that fight wouldn’t be the end of their troubles. It was only just starting.

. . .

Anne spent the afternoon with Queen Katherine and Lady Inez. The queen finished her full fasting and now ate broth and porridge. The women sat down to play a game of cards and discuss the Easter celebration that would be coming up. Anne gladly listened to Lady Inez’ ideas rather than sharing her own. Lady Inez offered to produce a showcase of a complete procession, symbolizing the Lord’s Walk down to Golgotha, with one man worthy to represent the Lord and carry a wooden cross on his back. It would be something for the peasantry to witness and perhaps then believe and convert, if they hadn’t done so already. Anne wondered if any man would be truly worthy to represent the Lord’s Walk in such a way. But she kept her opinions to herself about the matter. Lady Inez was more than willing to accommodate the queen with her fantastical ideas for Easter. Anne used this distraction as an opportunity to oust Lady Inez of her cards at the game they were playing, much to Queen Katherine’s delight. Queen Katherine chuckled as Lady Inez sat flabbergasted at Anne’s maneuver. Anne tried to contain her amusement before empathetically glancing at Lady Inez.

“What was awfully sneaky of you, Lady Anna,” Inez said, raising a brow and her lips thinned as she grew irritable at losing.

“I apologize, Lady Inez. Sometimes, one has to take risks with cards.”

“Indeed,” Lady Inez muttered, placing her cards down in defeat.

“It’s all in good fun, my ladies,” Queen Katherine reminded, still chuckling at the tension in the room. “Cards are strategic in many ways, like chess. We shall practice again later. Now, it’s time for me to go see my husband. He promised me he’d eat dinner with me tonight.”

Queen Katherine smiled happily. Anne knew their relationship had been strained, but she was glad that the king wanted to have dinner with his wife this evening. It made the queen happy that he still wanted to spend time with her, even though the quest for a son failed multiple occasions. Queen Katherine still loved her husband dearly, but he seemed to often keep his interests elsewhere. Anne glanced at the queen. Katherine wasn’t even old yet; she looked quite young for her age - thirty-seven. Anne would have guessed she was thirty-one at least, but not thirty-seven. The queen had such a fair complexion, and her hair was still bright red and had maintained a lovely figure, even after having Princess Mary six years ago.

Anne found a portrait once of Queen Katherine when she’d been younger, and she was very beautiful. Anne grew jealous when she saw the portrait in the queen’s chambers. She had won the affections of Prince Arthur the moment she saw him. Even other members of the royal court were drawn in by her beauty. Queen Katherine reminisced how some had reported her being the most beautiful young woman they had laid eyes on. But now that she had matured and was older, the looks certainly strengthened with time. Her beauty was more defined and still according to some, mesmerizing.

Anne may not have been the most beautiful like Queen Katherine, but she thought she was quite attractive - and she was intelligent and witty. She did her best to not feel jealous about that, but it still gnawed in the back of her mind. She didn’t know why she was worrying, considering she had a fiancé who adored her. In France, she’d attracted two other suitors but refused them both, due to lack of interest. They showed more fascination in Anne than she had in them. They hadn’t been unattractive men, but their personalities were off-putting to her. Philippe had been kind at least; she hadn’t felt smothered by him like she did the other two. The other two Frenchmen Anne could hardly think of their names even - thus, hadn’t been worth remembering. But it had all been for a reason. She hadn’t understood it at the time. However, now that she found Henry Percy; finally, it all made sense to her. He found her and everything else fell into place. Henry Percy was her match in every way, apart from noble status, his father was of higher rank than hers and their fathers didn’t exactly see eye-to-eye.

Was Anne reaching too high, absolutely not, she thought. It wasn’t like the king asked her to marry him - and why on earth would he? He wanted a mistress, not a new wife. He just wanted someone to warm his bed. Could she possibly marry the king if he ever were to ask her? No, she was in love with her fiancé. She wanted him. Anne knew she did - that wasn’t an issue, the issue was everything else: their fathers, Wolsey, the king and the court itself. Anne’s father wanted her to be the king’s mistress now that Mary was no longer in his sights as much.

Henry Percy’s father wanted his son to marry Lady Mary Talbot, as did Cardinal Wolsey and now the cardinal was Anne’s biggest threat. He already didn’t like her to begin with - he’d been civil at least; but now, he had good reason to dispose of her, should he convince the king and twist everything around to his benefit. Cardinal Wolsey would play it out as Anne being the bad guy but putting himself in the position of the victim. She could see it now, Cardinal Wolsey whispering awful lies about her into the king’s ear. She hadn’t even noticed the distance she’d walked with Queen Katherine; they were outside on the way to the chapel now.

“Lady Anne, you are awfully quiet this afternoon. What’s going on?” Queen Katherine wondered, turning around.

“I am?” Anne exclaimed, looking up from the path.

“You’ve not said anything since the card match.” Lady Inez added.

“I’m just lost in thought, I suppose. I have a lot on my mind.”

“Is there anything I can do perhaps to help?” Queen Katherine inquired.

“I’ve just been a little distracted, that’s all. I think some prayer and meditation will help.”

“That’s a great idea; it’s a good thing we’re going to mass now.” Queen Katherine replied. “Whatever is bothering you, I’m sure God will give you wisdom for how to continue forward. I’ll keep that in my prayer too this afternoon, whatever it is, nothing is too big or too small for Him to take care of for us.”

“Thank you, Your Majesty,” Anne said, with a low curtsy.

They sat in the chapel and Anne found herself only thinking of Henry Percy. Her gaze was distant, staring off towards the dark corners of the room around her. Her breathing was steady - all her thoughts re-playing back to the moments when Henry Percy nearly had his way with her. She desperately wanted him at that moment. What she ought to have done was pray that those distracting thoughts would have gone away. Anne knew it deep down. Was she lusting after her fiancé or was she actually in love with him? Both Queen Katherine and Lady Inez were so focused on their prayers, whispering silently in Latin the Hail Marys. Anne played with the rosary in her dress pocket. The only reason she had kept it at all was to please the queen who proved to be a stout Catholic. If Anne chose to pray, it was directly to God Himself.

“If Your Majesty permits me, I would like to go for a walk.” Anne said, softly.

“As you wish, Lady Anne,” Queen Katherine answered, gently.

Anne quietly left the chapel, making sure the door didn’t slam shut behind her. She made her way back through the gardens, enjoying the cool, spring air. It was a beautiful sunny day out - which was rather unusual for this time of year. Anne soaked in the sun and kept her eyes closed as she tilted her head up towards the heavens, enjoying the warmth of the suns’ rays. The winter had been long and cold, so it was a nice change having the sun out so early. She continued up the path for a good time, strolling through the palace gardens. Anne decided she would go for a ride - she’d always been skilled at horseback riding, something she was very proud of. She’d bested many of the French King’s courtiers and a handful of Queen Claude’s ladies. There were a few who’d been terrified to even mount a horse. Anne found her way to the stables. As she came towards the yard, the scent of horses reached her nostrils. It was a strong smell, and Anne did her best to hide her distaste for it, but she asked one of the stable boys to bring a horse ready to go for riding.

She mounted the reddish-brown horse that was given to her, the saddle secure. Anne took off in a trot down the gravel path. Thankfully she had a cloak wrapped around her and put the hood up. Anne rode out of the city and to the country, breathing in the clean air. It was rare when she was able to make an escape but was grateful when she could. She rode quietly through the city so the hood wouldn’t fall - no doubt people could tell she was noble, even by the fabrics of her gown. No peasant could afford such fabrics. Even so, she wished to remain hidden as she made her way out of London. There was one road she knew went directly out of the city, something that led her to the green fields and beyond. It wasn’t a far ride out towards it, but it was a trek at least. The world around her was quiet, the only sound she could hear were birds in the distant trees, their song echoing through the fields. Wind rustled through the thickets, immediately she could feel the difference of being out in the world compared to her small bubble of noble court life. This is where she wanted to be, out here - chasing life.

She considered George to be incredibly lucky, having the capability of being a man and being allowed to go wherever he wished to. He didn’t have to stay at court. He could do what he wished and travel the continent; George could go to France or Italy. Not that Anne wasn’t necessarily forbidden to go, but it was much less of a personal decision. It had to be concluded upon by the king, her father and soon-to-be husband. She knew that Henry Percy would allow her more freedom than any other man would, he wouldn’t restrain her or keep her confined as some others might have. What a wonderful idea - being free of all this but still being able to afford the lifestyle she had. Anne smiled to herself as she remained mounted on her horse, admiring the view before her. The sun came out again, illuminating through and casting a golden hue over the fields and the trees. A strong gust of wind blew around her, knocking off the hood of her cloak.

Anne wrapped her cloak a little tighter around and then continued towards the edge of the woods. There had been a dirt path that went up along it, but she knew not to wander too far. Anne was clever at finding her way back to Hampton Court. Even so, this way was familiar since it was her way home to Hever Castle. In the past two years, she’d gone this way at least fifteen times. She wasn’t always allowed to travel home, constantly having to be at Queen Katherine’s beck and call. But whenever she did get to go, she came this way. On the path there were depressions of carriage wheels making their way through the countryside, not only her father’s travels but countless others as well. Anne looked at the horizon before her - there was nothing stopping her going into a full gallop.

She urged her horse forward, the mare started off with a full gallop, the hood of her cloak falling down again. She removed the braid that kept her hair in place and allowed it to fly freely. There were no barriers here. Her heart raced in her chest as she rode down the path without restraint. She stopped at the fork in the road. The one headed south would lead her home to Hever Castle, the other - who knew where it would lead her. It wouldn’t take her much to make her horse go down that path. Anne sighed. No, she needed to go back to the palace. Her family, apart from her mother, were all at court. She couldn’t leave her fiancé out of the blue either. With the reins, she turned the horse back around, up the way she came in a full gallop again.

Unbeknownst to Anne, King Henry and three of his men were out hunting that very hour she was riding. Anne heard the other horses distantly but continued on, ignoring her racing thoughts. The thought did cross her mind that these men could have been violent, seeking out innocent travelers on the road to London. She could faintly hear one of the men shouting, but she couldn’t make out what was said. The other rider caught up to her and stopped her horse.

“Whoa there!” the familiar voice shouted.

Anne looked breathlessly in shock at the man who’d stopped her horse. Anne gasped when she saw it was the king himself. Even the king was startled that it was Anne who’d been riding by herself.

“Lady Anne? What the hell are you doing out here by yourself?” the king asked.

“I went out for a ride!” Anne said, matter-of-factly as she smirked playfully at the king.

“I thought you’d lost control of your horse, forgive me.”

“Far from it, Your Majesty,” Anne replied, finally catching her breath. “And Your Majesty has nothing to apologize for, you couldn’t have known it was me riding out here.”

“Would you care to ride back with us, Lady Anne?” King Henry asked. “No doubt my wife will wonder where you’ve gone.”

“She knew I went out, but she didn’t know I went for a ride.”

“There’s something about going hunting and riding, isn’t there?” Henry asked, with a genuine smile.

“Indeed,” Anne agreed.

“I’m glad I caught you out here, Lady Anne, I wanted to inform you also, I’m not really pleased with the fact you and Lord Northumberland went behind my back about your engagement. Your father doesn’t know yet, but I don’t think he’ll be too thrilled about it either.”

“Forgive me, Your Majesty, for not seeking your permission first. The truth is, I’m in love with Henry Percy. Nothing really made sense before I met him. I always wondered why I never found interest in anyone else, and it made sense why when he told me he loved me. I knew instantly I wanted to be with him, my lord king.”

“Then you are fortunate to have found someone you desire so much and love him, Lady Anne. Not everyone’s so lucky.” Henry’s smile changed to an apathetic look. “I have to break the news to the Talbots. Lady Mary’s father isn’t going to be happy about it. I’m not either - considering they have a large claim to the north of England, and I need that part of the country on my side, they’re too close to Scotland.”

The look didn’t go unnoticed by Anne. His expression did turn rather sour.

“Your Majesty?” Anne asked, curiously.

“Can I trust you with something, Lady Anne?” the king inquired.

“Of course,” she replied.

“I think my marriage with Katherine is over.” Henry confessed.

“What?” Anne wondered, stunned.

“I haven’t been able to produce an heir with Katherine and I think she might have known my brother intimately and God is now punishing me for because I married my brother’s wife. According to Leviticus, it’s not lawful for a man to take his brother’s wife. They’ll be childless. The queen has had multiple stillborn and miscarried sons.”

“I don’t think your marriage is over. I also don’t think God is punishing you because of it. Queen Katherine loves you, Your Majesty. Marriage is until death parted. Once your brother passed away, God rest his soul, she was no longer bound to him. Matrimony is until death, my king. You did no wrong in marrying her. In fact, it was the right thing you did. You took care of your brother’s widow. Don’t you remember the story about Boaz and Ruth? Naomi’s sons died and Ruth went with her mother-in-law and stayed with Boaz. He married her because he was next of kin to Naomi, in order to protect them.”

“You’re comparing me to Boaz?” Henry asked, raising a brow - a ghost of a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth.

Anne tried her best to hide her smile.

“I was giving you an example of a noble man who married his relative’s wife to protect her and keep her from others that might have done her harm.” Anne returned.

“Fair enough,” he answered. “Come on, I’ll ride back with you. I’m sure my wife will be wondering where you’ve gone off to.”

“Most likely,” Anne said, nodding. “And, if I may be bold, Your Majesty?”

“Permission granted,” King Henry exclaimed.

“I think you ought to try once more for a son, you never know until it really happens. Love your wife, Your Majesty. I know she loves you more than life itself. She wants to be with you.” Anne continued, looking at the king as she spoke.

“How do you know?” King Henry asked.

“She’s told me so,” Anne answered. “Now I’ll race you back, if you have guts for the challenge!”

Anne took off before the king could respond, her hair flying behind her, dust and dirt picking up from her horse’s hooves. Henry found himself shouting back at her, stunned by her boldness. He kicked his horse into a gallop and chased after Anne. As he caught up to her, he could hear her laughing, her smile genuine and her joy contagious. He followed her all the way to the main road to Hampton Court Palace. The king stopped her before they entered the city and their horses grew restless. He leaned in to try to kiss her, but Anne backed away.

“What are you doing, Your Majesty?” she asked. “I’m engaged to be married to another man.”

“So what? I’m the king. Would you again deny your king?” Henry growled, frustrated by her refusal again.

“I cannot betray my fiancé or my queen, my lord. Forgive me. I shall ride back alone.”

“Anne!” he called, as she took off in a trot. “Anne!”

She ignored his shouts and continued on ahead, blocking him out. The nerve of the king to come onto her in that way. This was a dangerous path to go down, once he started to pursue something - nothing would get in his way. He was determined to have Anne Boleyn, one way or another.

. . . AB . . .

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Chapter Sixteen - My Lady Jane

Anne returned the chestnut mare back to the stables. She was a little shaken at the fact the king tried to kiss her again. Adrenalin pumped through her veins, her heart raced wildly in her chest. She made a run for a hidden entrance she and Henry Percy found a little while ago while they’d gone on one of their castle explorations. She found this door also went down a corridor that led straight to the Boleyn apartments as well as Jane Parker’s apartments. She discovered this when she went to spy on her brother as a practical joke to scare him, only to observe he’d been flirting with Jane Parker one afternoon.

It was also the servant’s passage but it was well hidden and currently empty of the help. Anne knew she shouldn’t have gone down this path, the way the servants did, but it was the quickest way back without getting caught. She knew Queen Katherine wouldn’t mind, she was tolerant of Anne having her privacy and some quiet time, but Wolsey was a different story. She slipped into her father’s study, checking to make sure he hadn’t been around, thankfully he wasn’t. Queen Katherine no doubt by this time would be done with her prayer and meditation hour. Anne released a heavy sigh as she made her way through the corridors of Hampton Court Palace. Many noblemen and women were about, gathered in groups and socializing. In the Great Hall, the court musicians played softly, children ran around chasing greyhounds and playing games. Queen Katherine was seated on her throne, the spot on her left was empty. King Henry had been nowhere in sight. Lady Inez and Lady Jane stood beside the queen, proceeding to go sit down at the table closest to the queen.

Lady Jane seemed restless and it didn’t go past Anne that her friend kept glancing at George, praying and hoping he’d look her way. Anne glanced between the two of them and decided to help Jane along the way. Lady Jane’s face paled significantly seeing Anne approach George. Anne sat down beside him and poured herself a glass of wine.

“George?” Anne asked, gently.

“Yes, Anne?” he replied, smiling at her.

“When are you going to make a move on Jane Parker?” Anne continued, dropping her voice lower.

“What do you mean?” George countered, mockingly.

“Are you really that blind?” Anne hissed. “That girl is in love with you and you can’t even see it.”

George definitely was bewildered at the thought of Lady Jane Parker showing any interest in him. Of course, he was George Boleyn after all, Jane was rather pretty - but, was he genuinely interested in her? Or did he just want to flirt and move on with his life? And even so, every time she came across him, Jane was intimidated and fumbled for words when she tried to speak to him. She hadn’t been confident at all in herself and George noticed. Jane was easily embarrassed and sometimes turned red when she even tried to ask him questions or strike a conversation.

“She’s alright, I suppose - but she's so shy.” George answered, tearing into a thick slice of pheasant that had been smothered in a wine sauce.

“Do you like her?” Anne dared to ask.

“What do you mean - do I like her?” George repeated, turning fully to face Anne. “I don’t mean to court her if that’s what you intended to ask. She’s just a girl, Annie.”

“Then why are you flirting with her?” Anne demanded, her jaw clenching. “You know she’s in love with you and you’re leading her on?”

“Oh, come on - it’s not like you haven’t led guys on before? Haven’t you?” George scoffed, shaking his head.

“That’s not the point, George.” Anne muttered, glaring at him. “All I wanted to know is if you’re interested in Jane.”

“No,” George enunciated, looking at his little sister irritably. “I’m not interested in Jane Parker. There. Happy?”

Anne winced at his callousness. She loved her brother but sometimes even he could be an ass. Jane would be heartbroken when she found out that he didn’t like her back. It was an awful feeling, but the sooner Jane knew and had closure, the sooner she could move on with her life and set her sights on someone new. Anne looked across the Great Hall to Jane - there was a knowing look on her features but Anne gently shook her head. Jane looked as though she might burst into tears. She nodded gracefully once and looked down at the floor. She then turned to the queen and spoke quietly to her. Queen Katherine nodded, allowing Jane to stand up and leave. Jane left gracefully, not in a terrible hurry, carefully filtering through the crowds of people around the Great Hall. She didn’t wish to cause a scene or horrid commotion. Lady Jane caught Anne’s gaze and then her attention diverted elsewhere, hoping to flee the hall. Anne got up a few moments later after finishing her wine. She patted George on the shoulder before heading out the same way as Jane, following the young girl. Jane was pacing the corridor back and forth anxiously. Jane fiddled with her hands and then dropped them as she eagerly walked up to Anne.

“So? Do I have a chance with George?” she asked, wistfully.

“Jane, I’m so sorry,” Anne answered, empathetically.

“I knew it,” Jane exclaimed, defeated.

Her shoulders dropped, a knot grew in her throat and she wanted to cry. Jane felt like she’d been punched in the gut with the news.

“Is there anything I can do?” Anne asked.

“No, thank you, Anne. Now I can at least move forward. I have the closure I needed. I had a feeling. I knew deep down he wasn’t really interested in me.” Jane continued, in a small voice. “I mean, why would he be? Look at me!”

“Jane, don’t say things like that. You are a lovely young woman and have so much to offer. George just wasn’t the right one for you, that’s all.”

“What could I possibly have to offer? I’m not smart like you are and I’m not pretty like Mary is. I can’t speak eloquently like everyone else seems to be able to. I’m hopeless!” Jane shouted, feeling the knot tightening and her chin quivering. “If I don’t find someone to marry, my father threatened to send me to a nunnery and he said he’d disown me if I died an old maid.”

“Is your heart still set on my brother?” Anne asked.

Jane sniffled and swallowed her tears. She thought about it for a moment before nodding slowly.

“Yes, but I don’t think it’s such a good idea to try to push it, Anne.”

“Well, there’s a dance coming up. My sister and I can give you a full make-over and you’ll be the prettiest girl in the room. My brother will certainly change his mind then.”

“I don’t know, Anne.” Jane huffed, sadly.

“What have you got to lose?” Anne questioned, her tone sharper than she’d intended.

“Everything! What if he doesn’t even care about the make-over?”

“Then he’s an ass, and a sorry one at that. He’s my brother, but men can be stupid. I’ll do what I can to help you, but if he doesn’t change his mind, you have to promise me you’ll move on. There’s plenty of other men who will take notice.”

Jane reluctantly agreed. The two made their way back into the Great Hall and sat down near Queen Katherine. Jane couldn’t help herself, she kept glancing at George, pining after him from a distance. Every time he’d laugh loudly with a few other boys like Henry Percy, William Carey and Charles Neville, Jane would look at him. His raven black curled hair would sway with his movements. The laughing lines around his eyes showed every time his face would light up. He caught her staring. Jane gasped audibly, she quickly redirected her gaze elsewhere.

George lightly rolled his eyes at her gullibility. Anne glared at him when she noticed the eye-roll. George sent her an inquisitive look, raising his brow at Anne and smirked. She stuck her tongue out at him and he made a face back at her. His expression that of a double-chinned troll with brazen eyes, clearly the act of an immature boy. Henry Percy’s attention flicked between George and Anne, an amused look on his handsome features. Despite sitting completely opposite from one another, the siblings could still have a conversation without actually having a conversation. He snorted and shook his head, though a smile still lingered on his face. Just before Henry could make a motion towards Anne, the Great Hall doors opened and court jesters and dancers came through - playing music loudly, prancing about like deer in the fields.

The court musicians changed tunes for the dancing and there was an entire performance put on that afternoon. At some point the other courtiers had cleared the main floor for the sparring match the jesters performed, both of who fought using wooden swords, mock crying out and rolling about like buffoons. Their faces were painted with wild colors and their garments just as colorful. One court jester jumped up onto the table in front of George Boleyn and the other boys sitting around him, whooping and hollering like a legendary Saxon or Northman.

“Which of you is brave enough to challenge me? Surely not you, Viscount Rocheford?” the man jeered, bending completely over looking at George from between his legs.

“I say nay, sir, get off and find another!” George drawled.

The court jester flipped back around and jumped into George’s lap. George winced at the contact and grew increasingly uncomfortable.

“You’re not afraid to man up are you? The king has asked for a jousting tournament and I nominate George Boleyn as our first challenger!”

The court jester threw down a tattered old glove on the ground in front of George before jumping up off his lap. Other courtiers began whispering and made noise, shocked by this jester’s uncouth vulgarity.

“Pick it up, Viscount Rocheford! I dare you!” the jester taunted.

“Get the fuck over yourself, jester. You’re not amusing anyone.” George spat, glaring at the painted man.

The jester moved away from George and went to bother others. Even so, the glove remained on the ground, not picked up. The conversation in the Great Hall resumed, as did the music. George looked over at Jane Parker, the young blonde haired friend of his sister’s. She wasn’t entirely homely, she was rather pretty. But, she lacked confidence in herself. Not only was she lacking in confidence, Jane Parker didn’t know how to flirt properly. She was awkward and not much of a conversationalist, at least from his perspective. She could barely form a coherent sentence when she spoke to him, not even two words that made any sense. Even beside his sister, she hardly spoke to anyone. It’s possible she was overshadowed by her peers because of her personality.

Anne must have said something amusing, which George would never know what was said, but Jane’s face certainly lit up and she had a delightful laugh. Her cheeks turned pink. The sadness that engulfed her earlier completely dissipated. He stopped himself from smiling when he saw Jane genuinely happy. It was so rare considering how stoic she presented herself most of the time. He had been so distracted he didn’t notice William Carey attempting to get his attention.

“George? George!” Will exclaimed. “Come on, we’re going to practice some archery.”

“Alright,” George responded, finishing his wine.

He got up with the other boys and went out of the Great Hall, his new self-challenge being not to think about Jane Parker. He didn’t like others messing around in his business or who he chose to flirt with, but clearly it had become more and more obvious that he did in fact like Jane Parker, though he told Anne otherwise. He loved his sister but he refused even to tell her the truth about how he really felt. Despite his opinions about Jane Parker, her being not very confident and shy, she wasn’t like the other women in court.

She was different and not seeking attention all the time, that is one characteristic about her George did appreciate. She could have been a little bit more expressive, but he supposed that was just her personality. Before he completely departed the Great Hall, he stole a look at her. She had been staring at him after all. Jane looked away again, her cheeks dusting with pink. He did consider giving her a chance to prove herself. When? He didn’t know, but one of these days perhaps he would, when people weren’t paying attention to him.

. . .

Anne had a feeling that George was lying to her about how he really felt about Jane Parker. The boys dispersed, leaving with a small party to go do whatever it is they did. She caught him staring at Jane as he left. And Jane was intently admiring him too. There clearly was something there - but neither of them wished to say anything. Their caution was understandable of course. Anne couldn’t blame either of them. George thought he was clever at hiding his liaisons but even Anne knew he was a bit of a rake when it came to the ladies. The court considered it normal for men to take on mistresses even before they were married. For men, it was alright but if Anne, for example, were to accept the king’s request to be his new side bitch then other women would hate her for it. Not only that, the king still banged her sister.

Anne thought it was repulsive - she knew that kings had the idea that just because they had power, they could do whatever they wanted. Even in France, King Francis used Mary and then dropped her once she wasn’t his favorite anymore. Anne wondered why Mary was okay with doing things like that - allowing herself to be used and tossed aside. But, thankfully - Anne wasn’t unacquainted with courtier life, not like Jane Parker. Jane Parker was a different story altogether. She may have been relatively the same age as Anne and Mary and even Princess Mary, but Jane had no knowledge or direction of courtlife. She was thrust into a position without even having proper rearing up. Her father must have been incredibly desperate to have Jane presented at court.

Jane needed a lot of work, but it was something Anne was willing to take on in order to help her friend succeed. It could be a project for Anne and Mary, taking her under their wing and teaching the girl everything they knew. Anne could teach her philosophy, music and other things - Mary could educate Jane on courtly love and that sort of thing. She was more well-versed than Anne in that department, despite Anne having won the affections of Henry Percy. Anne was decidedly more introverted about courtly love and for good reason. She wanted love and romance, but only the real thing. She’d had too many counterfeits and decided that she would keep her standards high, then she found Henry Percy - well, technically she wasn’t even looking for him and he showed up one day. And not only that, she didn’t want just anyone. The men particularly in the king’s inner circle came across as total dickheads, including Charles Brandon. Sometimes she wondered what Princess Mary ever saw in Charles Brandon. An absolute prick. It might have even been a “lust-at-first-sight” romance. George was a part of that inner circle, so she excluded her brother from the “scumbag” title; he told Anne all sorts of stories about the king’s entourage.

That she hoped Jane Parker would avoid altogether. Jane needed the real thing, just like Anne. Mary had the real thing with William Carey, but she still chose to be a king’s mistress. Anne wondered how William felt about the whole business with his wife. She imagined he wouldn’t be alright with it at all. Anne knew for certain that if Henry Percy ever got himself a side bitch, she wouldn’t be happy about it at all. She’d be furious and then heart-broken. She knew him though - he would never do anything like that to her. She got lucky with Henry Percy. She loved him dearly and she knew that he loved her - he loved her completely.

“Anne, you seem lost in thought? What’s going on?” Jane asked, pulling Anne back to Earth.

“I think George is lying to both of us.” Anne answered, looking at the blonde.
“What do you mean?” Jane questioned. “He clearly told you that he’s not interested in me, don’t push it further. Please. I already feel wretched about the whole thing as it is.”

“He’s my brother, Lady J. But an idiot nonetheless,” Anne continued, she poured herself some wine.

“What’s that got to do with anything?”

“Well, first of all - I’ve known him my entire life. I can tell when he’s hiding something. He’s putting on a brave face in front of the other men. He’s doing it on purpose. Secondly, there has to be a better way to encourage his affections for you. He’s not going to admit it in public - that was the first mistake we made. George is an extrovert in most things but when it comes to his personal matters, he keeps it to himself. I’ve never heard him talk about women to his friends, or his liaisons if he’s had any.” Anne explained, watching as Jane helped herself to a plate of pheasant roast, bread, cheese and fruits.

“What do you mean when you say his liaisons?”

“His lovers,” Anne clarified. “You should have gone to France. That would have helped you learn how to flirt and go about courtly love and romance. The French know much more about this kind of thing than we do.”

“My mother and father didn’t allow it. They think the French are too vulgar and not Catholic enough. All morality goes out the window in France, or so my father thinks. I’m not saying that you’re like that or George or Mary, but that’s just what I’ve heard even here. Most of our friends and even enemies don’t like the French court.”

“That may be true in some things, but you could have learned valuable tricks in France, should you have gone. I suppose my sister and I will have to give you a few lessons. You’ll get a whole makeover, Lady J, a new dress for the dance that’s coming up - there’s to be another one soon. And by then, you’ll have mastered flirting, you’ll be more confident in the way you present yourself too. Now, let’s get the dressmaker to come through when we’re done eating. We need to get you something that will turn his gaze completely on you when he sees you.”

“I don’t know, Anne,” Jane sighed, sceptically.

“Oh, for the love of God, Jane! I’m trying to help you! Please, let me teach you what I know and you’ll land a husband in no time!” Anne snapped, exasperated by Jane’s timidity. “Stop being so helpless and pull yourself together!”

“Alright! I’m sorry!” Jane remarked, surprised at how quickly Anne’s tone changed from demure to authoritative.

This was just the thing Anne needed to help get her mind off the king. Even there in the Great Hall, despite being beside Queen Katherine, she could see him staring at her. It made her uncomfortable and she wished Henry, her fiancé, hadn't gone off with the other young men.

“The king is looking at you, Anne,” Jane muttered.

“I know, I don’t like it. Let’s finish eating and then go get that dressmaker. I’d rather not play into his fantasies at all.” Anne whispered back, finishing what was left on her plate.

She glanced at Queen Katherine, who took notice. Anne got up and elegantly walked over, standing beside the queen.

“Might Lady Jane and I be permitted to go to the dressmaker?” Anne asked, softly.

“You may, Lady Anne, be sure to come to my apartments before evening mass. I wish to change later before mass and I’ll have supper in my apartment tonight with my ladies.”

“As you wish, Your Majesty, I will pass along your requests.”

“Thank you, Lady Anne, you are a treasure.” Queen Katherine answered, patting Anne’s hand.

“I am at Your Majesty’s disposal, whatever you need.”

“Quite so,” the queen agreed. “Now, off you go.”

Anne dipped into a curtsy before pulling Jane along with her, out the Great Hall and down the corridors. She found her sister and Princess Mary sitting in the courtyard and ushered them along, too, in order to join in on the makeover for Jane. It would be a process, it would take some time, but eventually, the girl would learn. Lady Jane Parker would be the next of them to be engaged. Anne was determined to have her way with this project. Anne called for the dressmaker - all the girls would get new dresses, but none so fine as Jane. Two of them were already married after all. Anne made a special design for herself though, just to entice Henry Percy. She would be sure he’d notice, not that she needed assistance in that, but she wanted to make sure that he was hers only, no one else’s. Not even Lady Mary Talbot could sway him once she would wear the dress she’d design today with the dressmaker. A violinist was summoned as well, the girls would all practice their dances. It was good for them to maintain their dancing skills so they could impress the nobles and their monarchs.

All of the young ladies wanted to be women of many talents and to gain notoriety. The girls walked down the corridor, all in fits of giggles after telling each other jokes and poking fun of other nobles in court, discussing saucy gossip that Princess Mary recently discovered of certain high ranking nobles from her husband, the Duke of Suffolk. Jane was appalled at the conversation and turned furiously pink at the topics spoken of.

“I can’t believe you would even suggest something like that, Princess Mary. It isn’t right!” Jane scolded, wide-eyed.

“Just because it isn’t right, doesn’t mean it isn’t true. Charlie told me so himself.”

“And you’re going to believe everything His Grace tells you?” Jane countered.

“He’s my husband, once you’re married you’ll understand, Lady J. Although, I’m really not surprised at the rumor, I’m not at all surprised that it was Thomas Neville.”

“What do you mean?” Mary B. inquired, smirking.

“Never mind,” Princess Mary answered, rolling her eyes.

The girls were distracted by the sound of a carriage rolling up the gravel path, two carriages. The horses’ hooves clapped loudly, the sound echoing through the courtyard and the carriage drivers shouted, barking orders at hallboys and servants. The four young ladies all turned to look and see who the new arrival could have been. They were all pressed up against the stained glass windows, peering over one another. An older gentleman stepped out of the first carriage followed by a young woman and then another woman who appeared much older. The young woman trailing in the middle of her parents, no doubt, looked about - something in her manner seemed quite confident. Princess Mary opened the windows from the latch so they could get a better view of the guests.

“Oh, fuck,” Princess Mary hissed, her eyes widening. “That’s Lady Mary Talbot and her family!”

“What?” Anne exclaimed, utterly shocked.

She squeezed between the two Marys to gaze at her rival. Lady Mary Talbot was beautiful, her golden blonde hair cascaded down her shoulders in curls. She adorned a blue and gold French hood atop her head and wore a matching dress, the latest style from France. Her face was fully done over in makeup, a bright rouge lipstick stood out on her full lips. Anne frowned. What the hell was she doing here?

“What the fuck?” Anne muttered, glancing at Princess Mary.

“Clearly my brother is pissed about the fact you and Percy didn’t tell him you were engaged, or then Wolsey got wind of it and became my brother’s punching bag.”

“I need to go find Henry now.” Anne growled. “He needs to know. I’m sorry, Jane, you can meet the dressmaker without me, my sister and Princess Mary will know what to do.”

Anne took off running in the opposite direction. She HAD to find Henry in order to veer him off course. She couldn’t lose him now. Anne practically flew down a flight of stairs and nearly ran into Lady Mary Talbot. Anne gasped sharply when she saw her rival. She recovered and stood up straight and clenched her jaw. Lady Mary Talbot looked at Anne with such snobbery that Anne nearly said something snarky back.

“So, you must be the infamous Anne Boleyn. I didn’t think that my arrival would cause such excitement for you!” Lady Mary drawled arrogantly, as she spoke her voice dripped with such fake elegance it made Anne’s skin crawl.

The necklace she wore gave it away, the gold ‘B’ and the three teardrop pearls dangling from the ends of the letter glittered in the firelight. Her whole demeanor Lady Mary brought about herself made Anne think that her rival imagined she was queen: demanding respect and submission, acting like a complete egotist - all highborn and noble. Lady Mary eyed her up and down with a sour look on her pale face. Anne tensed and unconsciously straightened herself up, putting on more poise and attempting suave conversation.

“I was on my way to speak to my father. It was a matter of urgency, if you would please step aside and allow me to pass.” Anne answered, icily.

“Why should I? You’re the whore who’s stolen my fiancé from me!” Lady Mary snapped, squaring up to Anne.

“You don’t love him,” Anne retorted.

“How dare you presume I don’t love him!” Lady Mary exclaimed, scoffing.

“Why haven’t you married him sooner then?” Anne argued back.

“Ah! Lady Mary! It is such a pleasure to see you again, my dear and after such a long time away from court! His Majesty will be thrilled to know you have arrived safe and sound!” Cardinal Wolsey’s baritone voice reached Anne’s ears, sending shivers down her spine.

The red cape of his robes billowed behind him. He stood beside the young ladies and reached his hand out towards Lady Mary for her to kiss the ring on his finger. She dipped into an unnecessarily low curtsy, kissed his ring and got up, feigning a graceful young woman. Anne seethed, feeling utterly wretched.

“The pleasure is all mine, Your Eminence. I have longed to come to court for ages! Dear Papa had so much trouble up north, but it seems relatively settled now.”

“Lady Anne, do stand aside so we might pass through.” Cardinal Wolsey intentionally sneered.

“Forgive me, Your Eminence,” Anne curtsied and left down the corridor in search of Henry Percy, unaware of the conversation that followed behind her.

“That’s her?” Lady Mary taunted, making a face at Cardinal Wolsey.

His eyes went wide, and he swayed his head, obviously frustrated by the whole thing.

“Yes,” he hissed.

“What a bitch,” she scoffed.

“Quite!” Cardinal Wolsey agreed. “Now if you’ll follow me, I’ll show you to your rooms.”

“Thank you, Your Eminence.”

They went up the same flight of stairs that Anne came running down. Cardinal Wolsey offered his arm to Lady Mary and she accepted, allowing him to guide her upward. Lady Mary would only ever admit to herself, she didn’t necessarily love Henry Percy - their alliance was one of convenience. However, when she heard from Cardinal Wolsey that Henry cheated on her with Anne, both her parents were furious. They quickly wrote back to the cardinal, demanding that Lady Mary Talbot would be welcomed at court to win back her fiance. Their alliance was more valuable than some recently made nobleman’s daughter. Her father, George, was a formidable man and did not take lightly to the breaking of any kind of contract. Lady Mary knew she was just a pawn, but wanted to do what she could to help bring down the Boleyns. News reached even her family in the north of England that the Boleyns were rising to power. Almost all the nobles knew the name Boleyn. They also knew that Sir Thomas and his son George were menacing and devilish, certainly two men not to be crossed lightly.

Lady Mary would not allow Anne to overpower her. She refused to let the skank win. This was one skirmish that Lady Mary would not yield over. She willingly wanted to help drag Anne’s name through the mud, even if it would be the last thing she’d ever accomplish. Lady Mary’s work was just beginning.

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Chapter Text

Chapter Seventeen - I, Anne Boleyn

“I, Anne Boleyn, take thee - Henry Percy to be my wedded husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, in sickness and in health, for richer, for poorer; for better and for worse, to love and to cherish till death do us part, according to God’s holy ordinance, I plight thee my troth.” Anne spoke; her voice distant - echoing through the recesses of her mind.

She looked at Henry Percy. He smiled at her, his eyes full of love and adoration for his new wife. He finished his vows and leaned in, wanting desperately to kiss her. Before he could, the doors to the small chapel opened with a bang. The oak doors creaked loudly, groaning at being forced open so roughly, both slamming into the stone walls. Anne jumped and both of them turned to look at the intruder. King Henry made his way up, his footsteps thundering through the aisle, his breathing ragged and deep, drawing out a silver, double-edged sword from its sheath. Her husband turned to face the king, only to be run through, the tip of the sword poking its way out of Henry’s back, dripping with blood.

Henry Percy slowly turned his head to look at Anne, his eyes wide and his breathing caught in his throat. It was as though the wind had been knocked out of him. The sword remained embedded in his chest for a moment before the king yanked it out, the steel blade now dripping with crimson blood. The king’s gaze was something fierce, a raging storm engulfed him. Anne shrieked as Henry collapsed to the ground, clutching his chest, he was bleeding out and there was nothing Anne could do to stop it. Anne kissed her husband for just a mere moment, clinging to him, gently caressing his face as he tried to speak to her.

“Anne - I,” he whispered, his voice shallow.

“Sshh,” Anne said, softly. “Save your strength, please.”

“I love you,” Henry managed to say, touching her cheek with a cold hand. “Go with the king, please - my - my love. Be at peace.”

“NO!” Anne shouted, glaring at the king.

King Henry lifted the double-edged sword at Anne, the blade raised high as if to cut her head off. The king swung at her fiercely, his glare bloodthirsty and violent…

Anne woke with a sharp cry and sat up quickly. She trembled as she pushed the covers off her, suddenly feeling like she was in an oven. Anne got up out of bed and walked to her bedroom window. She unlatched the window and felt a little calm when the cool spring breeze came through. A tremor went through her body, something about that dream made her feel sick to her stomach. She brushed out the braid in her hair and felt the wind blow through it, enjoying the feeling of it. The dream - rather, nightmare she had troubled her greatly. Anne left the window after a few moments and sat down by her vanity, wrapping a cloak around her. She slid into a pair of slippers and left her family’s apartment.

She made her way quietly through the palace, knowing the place fairly well now. She knew the dark corridors and soon enough her eyes adjusted. Anne didn’t know where she was going, but she wanted to get her mind at least off of the nightmare she woke up from. She rarely had them, but this one was ominous. There was something foreboding about it, the dream left her shaking. Anne found Henry’s apartment and knocked gently three times. There was light coming out from underneath his doorway. The door opened with a slight creak, revealing Henry Percy in his nightshirt. He looked at Anne, surprised a little to see her. He glanced behind her down both sides of the corridor and pulled her in.

“Anne? What happened?” he asked, holding her arms. “Why are you awake so early?”

She tried to speak, to explain the dream but simply broke down into tears, her whole body shaking as she sobbed as quietly as she could. Henry was taken aback by her response but wrapped his arms around her. He pulled her close, holding her as much as he possibly could. She buried her face into his chest, covering her tears with her blue cloak. With one hand, he brushed his fingers through her dark, wavy hair. He was surprised to see her like this. Most of the time when he was with Anne, she was careful about her emotions. She kept herself guarded, for good reason, he didn’t blame her for wanting to keep some things to herself. It made sense, considering the turbulent court they lived in. He brushed her hair off to the side and kissed the side of her forehead. Once she calmed down, she released a deep breath and pulled out of his warm embrace. Anne wiped her tears with a handkerchief she pulled out of an inside pocket the cloak had. She enjoyed the feeling of Henry’s hands resting with weight on her shoulders.

“Anne?” he asked, tenderly.

“I needed to see you were still alive.” Anne confessed, sniffling. “I had a dream that the king murdered you in cold blood.”

“I’m alive and well, my love. You don’t have to be afraid. I’m right here,” Henry reassured her.

“How do I know that he’s not plotting to kill you? He tried to make a move on me, you know. Twice.”

“What? When?” Henry asked, tensely. “When, Anne?”

“A couple days ago, I was out riding, and he stopped me. He thought I’d lost control of my horse, so he attempted to rescue me. After I raced him back to the palace, he tried to kiss me. The first time, he said he wanted me to be his mistress. This was before you proposed. I think he’s getting bored of my sister.”

“Damn him,” Henry growled, his eyes flashing angrily. “He can’t just get away with that!”

“He’s the king!” Anne reminded him, grabbing onto her fiancé’s arms. “I know it isn’t right, believe me, I dodged the pursuits. I refused the king twice. And also, Lady Mary Talbot is here now. I suspect Cardinal Wolsey has something to do with that.”

“How do you know she’s here?” Henry asked, gripping her arms.

“Princess Mary, my sister, Jane and I saw her when we were on our way to the dressmaker for the ball. She pulled up and I ran to go find you to tell you, but then I nearly fell into her.”

“Fuck,” Henry spat, letting go of Anne.

He turned away and ran a hand through his hair, shaking out his hair. He looked back at Anne, with one stride Henry stepped towards her. He pulled her back into his embrace and kissed her fervently. Anne continued kissing him back just as eagerly. He broke free of the kiss for a moment, his nose brushing against hers. Henry was breathing heavily, like she was and rested his forehead against hers, bringing his hands up to gently cup either side of her face.

“Let me love you, Anne, then nothing can separate us.”

“What do you mean?” she whispered, feeling her heart racing in her chest.

“Let me make love to you,” his voice dropped low and husky as he said those words. “It’ll be one of two things we need in order to make our union official. If we do this now, the king will have to allow us to marry.”

“And if he doesn’t?”

“To hell with him,” Henry murmured, leaning in again and kissed her.

Anne moaned into their kiss. Henry pulled off the cloak from around her shoulders, allowing it to fall down to her ankles. He planted kisses down her neck gently and moved her hair out of the way. The action sent shivers down her spine.

“Henry, this is dangerous - we could get caught!” Anne sighed, her breathing matching his.

“We won’t, I won’t let it happen.” Henry vowed.

He locked the door behind him and picked her up, wrapping Anne’s legs around his waist. He carried her to the bed, and they collapsed onto it, Anne giggled. Henry lifted the wool chemise she wore off; it went up over her head and he tossed it aside. Anne instinctively covered herself and sat up, pushing him up in the process.

“You are so beautiful, Anne,” he murmured, taking hold of her hands.

She slowly uncovered herself and allowed Henry to look at her. She felt her cheeks go hot as he admired her, much like how it had been in her dream.

“My turn,” Anne interjected, softly.

He removed his shirt and tossed it aside. Anne was taken by surprise by how gorgeous he was. She brought her hands up to his chest and ran her hands down slowly, carefully - wanting to know him. Her touch sent shivers down his arms, but it was something he definitely enjoyed. Anne looked at all of him. He lifted her chin up and kissed her. He guided her back down onto the bed and caressed her lovingly. Anne gasped when he had his way with her.

“Henry!” she exclaimed, but it only excited him more.

He made love to her for the first time in those early morning hours, full of passion, having lost all self-control for her. They both lost themselves in one another, fully known - united as one, fully loved and it was the most incredible Anne had felt in some time. Anne decided there was nothing like it and looked forward to the next time they could make love again. Now she understood what Princess Mary talked about so often and even her own sister. She was curled up beside Henry, her naked body pressed against his, he was gently caressing the length of her waist. He was silent as he was lying on his back, staring up at the bed canopy, his breathing steady.

“Are you asleep?” Anne whispered.

“No,” he answered, lightly chuckling.

“Why are you so quiet?” she wondered, her voice slightly groggy.

“I’m content, it’s a good thing, this silence - after making love.”

“It’s a normal thing?” Anne asked, shifting to look at him.

He smiled down at her and kissed her.

“It is,” he replied. “It’s a sign of contentment.”

“Can we do it again?” Anne inquired.

“You enjoyed it?” he asked.

“I didn’t know that I would; but yes, I did.”

“It’s nearly dawn, Anne, I think it would be wiser if we waited until the evening again. You must go back, for your own safety.”

“Oh shit!” Anne got up and threw on her nightgown which had been carelessly tossed to the floor near the chaise.

She tied a ribbon in the front to secure it, covering her bosom and then grabbed the cloak off the floor where it had been left. Henry got up and he, too, got dressed. He slipped on his nightshirt and pulled Anne in for a quick kiss, grabbing hold of her waist and pulling her body completely against his. She was lying if she said she didn’t enjoy the feeling of being so close to him.

“I’m in love with you, you know,” he said, afterwards.

Anne smiled widely, grinning like a schoolgirl and turned red.

“I know,” she answered, lovingly. “I love you, Henry.”

He unlocked the door and checked down the corridors again to make sure no spies were about. He ushered Anne out and watched her as she put the hood of her cloak over her head and quietly crept down the passageway back to her apartments. Before she turned the corner, she glanced back at him, smiling, looking radiant. He nodded and she disappeared, the blue cloak was the last thing he saw as she departed. Henry smiled to himself, with Anne by his side, he knew he could conquer anything, including facing Lady Mary Talbot and breaking off their engagement and desperately wanting to slap George Talbot across the face.

. . .

Anne silently made her way up the corridor, her cloak wrapped around her. The hallways had very few windows, but she could tell it was almost sunrise. She hurried back to her room, hoping none of the servants were there. Thankfully, no one was awake yet. She slipped in, quickly making her way back to her room. She shrugged off her cloak and threw it under the bed. Her bed was still partially a mess, and she crawled back in, pulling the covers over her, she winced lightly as there was a dull pain from her previous actions with Henry around her lower region, but it had been worth it. She smiled widely. Anne replayed the intimacy she shared with Henry Percy. So, that’s what it’s like, Anne thought as she rolled over to stare out the window. The sheets of her bed were nice and cool. She’d left her window open to let in the breeze. She curled up, enjoying the cold and buried her face into the blankets.

Anne sighed, content. The only one she could probably talk to about this past night would be her sister. She dared not speak about it even to the king’s sister, despite being close friends - almost kindred spirits. Princess Mary enjoyed gossip and told her husband, Charlie, everything. Charles Brandon was a part of the king’s inner circle and so the king would find out immediately if it were to get out like that. A part of her wondered if it’d be better just to talk about it to George, he kept personal affairs quite secret, better than Mary did.

Anne soon enough drifted into a dreamless sleep. She didn’t know how long she slept for but was roused by loud voices coming from the sitting room. Someone urgently knocked on her bedroom door, soon enough waking her up. She hadn’t been dreaming that she heard knocking. Anne got up, startled by the noise. She groaned and remembered the early morning’s previous events. Her sister pushed open the door, causing Anne to jump.

“What the hell, Mary?” Anne muttered, wrapping a blanket around herself.

“Anne, you better get dressed quickly. The king wants to see you, God knows why. He’s not happy. Put on your best day dress you have and do your hair pretty and your makeup.”

“What’s happened?”

“I already told you I don’t know, but he was pissed when I went to see him this morning. He wouldn’t tell me why.”

“Damn,” Anne muttered, immediately getting to work.

Mary helped her get ready and soon enough; she was out the door to the king’s quarters. Mary followed Anne in hot pursuit, making sure nothing was out of place. Anne swatted her sister’s hands away at least twice, annoyed at her pestering.

“It’s fine, Mary!” Anne exclaimed.

“You don’t want to set him off anymore, considering how upset he was this morning. I’m making sure you’re absolutely perfect.”

Anne knocked three times, waiting for the king’s command. She heard him call loudly. Mary nodded once and Anne went in, closing the door behind her. Henry was pouring over maps and papers, hardly noticing her presence.

“Mistress Boleyn, I need you to break off the engagement with Lord Northumberland.”

“What?” Anne asked, confused.

“Break off the engagement with Lord Northumberland. Today.” Henry growled, looking up at her finally.

Anne suddenly grew nervous and felt as though she’d been caught in a trap. Her palms began sweating. What did he know, she wondered?

“Your Majesty, I -,” she froze.

“What? Lady Anne?” he shouted, throwing down his quill. “YOU CANNOT?”

“I love him, Your Majesty,” Anne whispered.

“I need that fucking alliance with the Talbots!” King Henry roared, turning red-faced.

“Then you marry her!” Anne shot back, before she could even think. “If you’re so insistent about having that alliance, divorce Queen Katherine and marry Lady Mary Talbot - that way you’ll have the north secured!”

King Henry’s eyes flashed, and he took three strides and met her face to face. Anne stood her ground, turning her hands into fists, ready to strike should the need arise. Her jaw set and her shoulders straightened. She shifted weight on her feet and wouldn’t back down. The king gripped her forearms and shook her once. He spoke with such force it frightened her but towards the end, his voice softened to barely above a whisper and that frightened her even more. She felt his hot breath on her face and shivered, feeling unpleasant.

“You don’t understand what you are toying with, Lady Anne! I could rescind everything from you, from him, and don’t make me drag your father into this. I know his lust for power like all men. He’s done shit I could have him sent to the Tower for. I’ve been compliant because of you and your sister. And by God, whatever you do, don’t cross me. End this engagement you have with Henry Percy, now. And don’t make me ask you again. Because I’m the king, I command it.”

For a moment it looked as though King Henry was going to kiss her. He let go of her arms, his iron grip would no doubt leave bruises. Anne barely let out a shaky breath after he turned away. He went back to his papers and maps. Anne struggled to curtsy but after she did, she left as gracefully as she could from the king’s quarters. She held back her tears and swallowed her wounded pride. She did her best to hide the fact she was shaking, her nerves rattled by the king’s hotheaded temper. Anne found her way to Queen Katherine and slipped in quietly to meet with the queen. The other ladies were all present, some were playing card games, others playing the lute and a recorder. Queen Katherine always liked her music - she never liked it too quiet. Even if it was softly played, she wanted music quite often. Lady Inez was reading the Psalms in Latin aloud with the instrumentals in the background.

Queen Katherine looked up from her Book of Prayers and Meditation when she saw Anne walking towards her and sitting in an empty seat. Anne looked pale and out of sorts. The queen closed her book and got up, the other ladies playing stopped for a moment but with a wave of her hand, Queen Katherine allowed the music to carry on. Lady Inez continued reading. Katherine looked at Anne inquisitively.

“What is troubling you, Lady Anne?” the queen asked.

“His Majesty spoke with me this morning. He wants me to break off my engagement with Lord Northumberland,” Anne confessed, quietly.

“Come, let us go into the opposite room to speak about this more privately. Ladies, I am not to be disturbed for a little while. There is urgent business I must discuss with Lady Anne.”

There was a chorus of “Yes, Your Majesty,” from the ladies around her, some in English, a few in Catalan. Lady Inez watched them like a hawk as they walked through another door to the queen’s dining room. There was a long, rectangular table in the adjacent room with a fireplace beside it, lit and keeping the room cozy and warm. The windows were open as well to let in some light. The queen and lady-in-waiting sat across one another and Anne did her best not to reveal any tears in front of the queen.

“Tell me what my husband said to you, if you can remember all of it.”

“He threatened to take away all of our titles and land if Henry and I were to continue with our engagement. He’s so determined to gain control of the North of England. He threatened to lock my father up in the Tower. But, Your Majesty, you must know this - I did not intend to say this so harshly. It slipped out before I could even think about what I said. I was so angry with His Majesty that I yelled at him - saying he should be the one to marry Lady Mary if he wants the alliance so desperately, that he should divorce you so he could have the claim to the north through marrying her. I was angry and I did not mean what I said. I wish I could take it back because I know how good you have been to both me and my sister. You have shown us great kindness, despite my sister being his mistress.” Anne admitted to her faults.

There was an icy, gaze of steel about her as she contemplated what Anne had confessed. Anne held her breath for a moment, Queen Katherine’s gaze was so stoic, she could hardly tell what the queen was thinking.

“I see,” said the queen. “Is that the way you feel, truly?”

Queen Katherine kept her eyes fixed on Anne. Anne felt as though the queen was pouring into her soul, that she could see right through her.

“No! Your Majesty, no that is not how I truly feel! I am grateful to be of service to you!” Anne cried. “I spoke out of anger. I should have carefully considered what I said before I spoke out of turn.”

“Yes, you should have. Now you have planted the seed in his mind to divorce me. You know that I haven’t been able to give him a son, Lady Anne. This could be reason enough for him.” Queen Katherine remarked, bitterly.

“Forgive me, Your Majesty, I did not intend to cause so much strife.”

“But, you have, Lady Anne!” Queen Katherine snapped, her cheeks turning red.

She was angry. Anne had only seen Queen Katherine angry once or twice before, but never directly at her.

“Please, I beg for your forgiveness, Your Majesty, I did not intend to -,”

“Enough!” Queen Katherine ordered, standing up. “I need some time to think about things. You have given me quite a lot to think about, Lady Anne. I shall call for you when I am ready to speak to you again.”

Anne bit her lip, tearing her eyes away from the queen. The knot only grew in her throat, and she tried to swallow, to be able to breathe properly but it didn’t help.

“I had such high hopes for you, Mistress Boleyn.”

“Please, Your Majesty, let me prove myself to you again! I know I can! I don’t wish to cause division between you and the king.” Anne pleaded.

“Allow me some time to speak with my husband. Allow me some time to look through everything and then I will make my decision. I will have Lady Inez let you know once everything has settled.”

Queen Katherine left the otherwise empty room, closing the door behind her. Anne chewed on her lower lip, praying desperately in that moment that she wouldn’t lose her position. This position in court was everything to their family. If she and Mary lost favor because of this, it could be disastrous for lots of people. She had to end things with Henry Percy. She had to, but it would break her heart, and it would rip her soul to do so. Anne knew she was in love with Henry, but it was clearly causing more trouble than it ought to have. She swallowed the knot growing in her throat and knew what she had to do. It would be the hardest thing she’d ever do, ending things with Henry Percy, but it had to be done - for the sake of peace for the king, his marriage and even Cardinal Wolsey.

Anne got up and swallowed her pride. She left another way, hoping to avoid the insolent whispers of Queen Katherine’s nosey ladies-in-waiting. She would not be subjected to gossip, but either way it was bound to happen. As if he had known where she’d be, Henry Percy found Anne - a grim expression etched across his handsome features. He took hold of her hands and kissed her cheek.

“Hello, Anne,” he greeted, softly.

“Hi,” she whispered.

“You know, don’t you?” he asked, gently rubbing circles into the back of her hands.

“I don’t want to do this, Henry. I love you!” she exclaimed, her voice cracking.

“I know,” he responded. “I know that, and you know that I’m desperately in love with you, but we can’t keep hiding it.”

“We have to break up our engagement.”

He nodded, looking at her intently. He brought one hand up to caress her cheek, the pad of his thumb delicately brushing over her cheekbone, his hand lightly holding her face. She leaned into his touch, sighing deeply - her eyes closed.

“I know right now we have to end things, but I will find a way for us to be together again, even if it takes a lifetime. I love you, my darling Anne.” Henry vowed.

Anne took off the little silver ring she had on her ring finger and carefully gave it back to Henry. She refused to cry in front of him. He pulled her into a warm embrace and kissed the side of her head. At least it had been a mutual understanding between them, the king must have threatened him, too. If he threatened Anne, surely the king could threaten Henry Percy. They held each other for a moment longer, enjoying the last embrace, the last touch, and their final farewell.

“I’m so sorry for dragging you down this road, into my mess.” Henry sighed.

“No! I wanted to be with you. Don’t mistake that. I would have gone with you to the end, even if we would have lost everything.”

“So, then let’s run away - let’s go to Scotland and get married.”

“We can’t! There are too many risks - too much at stake!” Anne pleaded with him. “I’m sorry, but we can’t. Please, we have to let each other go! If you value your life, you’ll keep your distance from me, just like I’ll keep my distance from you. I’m begging you! Don’t piss the king off.”

Henry dropped his hands and nodded.

“Very well, I wish you all the luck in the world, Anne. I really do, and I hope you can find someone that everyone approves of.”

He turned on his heel and walked away, refusing to look back at her, not wanting to see her cry or for her to see him quivering like a petulant child. He shoved the ring into one of his pockets and completely walked out of Anne’s life. He begged God to not let it be for the last time. Somehow, someday he would be determined to find a way to be with her. He detested the idea of marrying Lady Mary Talbot - but for now, he would do what he had to do appease the king and Cardinal Wolsey. He wouldn’t risk Anne’s life - or his. He knew he couldn’t destroy their families like that - for her to lose everything simply because the king ordered it. It wasn’t fair, but that’s the way the king worked. And at least for now, there wasn’t much else Henry Percy could do. Just follow the rules, and she’ll be alright, he thought. For Anne.

. . . AB . . .

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Chapter Eighteen - You Were the One that Got Away

Thomas Boleyn kept his gaze fixed on Anne, uncertain whether to yell at her first or reprimand her calmly. Either choice he decided upon, it would be out of anger. He decided for her own sake it would be best to send her home to Hever Castle, until the dust settled. Henry Percy would be set to marry Lady Mary and once that was rearranged, Anne could return to court. That would be the initial plan - and then that would give the king a chance to pursue Anne, should he desire it. His liaison with Mary was practically over, King Henry hadn’t specifically said he was bored, but every inclination directed it to be so. It was pretty obvious to anyone, the king hadn’t asked for Mary anymore. Now it was Anne’s turn.

“What goes on in your head, Anne?” Thomas finally asked, folding his hands over his stomach.

“I don’t understand what you mean, Father.”

“Oh, don’t you?” he growled, clearly agitated. “What the hell is wrong with you, Anne? Why on earth would you risk everything for an improper match? You could’ve done some serious damage. I could have lost EVERYTHING WE HAVE FUCKING BUILT!”

Anne flinched.

“I’m sorry, Father, I didn’t -,”

“DIDN’T WHAT? YOU DIDN’T THINK? YOU NEVER DO!” he bellowed. “You act too much on your feelings, not enough with your logical mind. I know you are a clever young woman, Anne. I’m sending you away from court. For a time. The last thing we need is Cardinal Wolsey breathing down our necks and convincing the king we are traitors. Which we are NOT! We are loyal to the house of Tudor. I’ll not have you risking everything for a crush, Anne.”

“It wasn’t a crush, Father! I loved him, we were engaged to be married but I ended things with him earlier this morning! I don’t see why you have to be so angry about it - we’re of the same rank, he’s not as superior to me as you might think!”

“Enough! I’ll not have my daughter behaving in such a way! I’m sending you back home this afternoon. Her Majesty has also considered it a good idea. She will ask you back once things have settled. I can’t have you wrecking things in court. You HAVE to learn to be more careful, Anne. We need more allies than we do enemies. There are already too many people who don’t like us, now the servants will help you pack your things. Go!”

Anne left her father’s study and went into the room she slept in. There were three large trunks all scattered around, two on the floor and then one on the end of her bed stand. Anne started packing her things, corsets and other under layers into one trunk and then the top layers of her dresses in another on top of all her shoes. She would have to take everything that was hers. Anne didn’t necessarily trust the servants to protect her belongings, or even Mary, for that matter. She loved her sister, but Mary did like to borrow things for an extended time and often forgot to return those items. Her books and accessories piled into another trunk. She sealed them under lock and key. Once she was set to return to Hever Castle, Anne walked around their apartments, pacing rather, and sighed heavily. She’d made a mess of things - that much she knew and hoped that her mess wouldn’t reflect too badly on her family with all things considered.

She prayed the king would be merciful and spare her father imprisonment in the Tower. She prayed he would be gracious to her and Mary also, just because Anne made mistakes - didn’t mean her family ought to be punished because of it. All she had to do was beg the king forgiveness and step away from court life for a time. She grabbed her cloak and made her way to the king’s quarters again that afternoon. Before she left, she made sure to leave a note for her father’s menservants to bring her trunks to their carriage. Anne hurriedly dispersed and made her way to the king. She would petition him for leniency towards her family at least, but nothing for herself. She didn’t want to come across as too ambitious for King Henry. Once she arrived, the pageboys standing in front of the king’s quarters stopped her from going forward.

“What business do you have with the king, Lady Boleyn?” the page asked.

“He asked me to break a contract, and I’ve come here to tell him the news about it.” Anne replied, standing tall.

“Is the king expecting you?” the page questioned.

“Yes,” Anne lied, raising a brow.

“Very well, my lady,” the page responded, opening the door for her.
Anne slipped in, removing the cloak from her head. The king was there signing papers and writing letters. He barely looked up at Anne when she came in. The door closed behind her and she waited for his command.

“Lady Anne, what brings you to my office?” the king wondered, finally looking up at her.

“Your Majesty would be pleased to know that Lord Northumberland and I are no longer engaged. I did as you asked of me, my lord.” Anne answered, dropping down to a low curtsy.

Saying those words left a bitter taste in Anne’s mouth, she felt the sting in her heart - betraying the one man she truly loved. King Henry put down his pen and shifted in his chair. He folded his hands in front of him, his elbows propped up on the armrest of his chair. Anne remained bowing in front of him, until he gave the command to rise.

“You may rise, Lady Anne,” King Henry said. “Come, I wish to speak with you further.”

Anne gracefully rose and made her way to his desk, sitting down opposite of him, her back straight and her hands resting lightly in her lap. He studied her for a moment and shifted again so he matched her stance, sitting up straight, his hands relaxed on the table in front of him.

“What do you desire, Lady Anne?” the king asked.

“I don’t understand what you mean, Your Majesty.”

“It’s a simple question - what do you want to accomplish? What’s something you desperately want?” he asked again.

“Well, Your Majesty, I suppose more than anything, I desire love and I want to be in love.”

“I think that’s a pretty common desire for most young women, to be in love. Men, too,” King Henry said, plainly. “Do you think you genuinely found that love with Lord Northumberland?”

“I thought I did, yes, he showed me what real love can look like.” Anne answered, truthfully, “not just the passions of lust.”

“Do you suppose you can find something like that again?” King Henry continued his questions.

“I don’t know, truthfully. I’m not God. I can’t determine when I’ll fall in love again, if it happens. I think I need some time to heal from this heartbreak. Your Majesty, if I might be honest again, ending my relationship with Henry Percy was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do. I desperately loved him, you see. I understand undoubtedly why it had to happen. I’m not saying that it was right for us to have gone behind your back, Your Majesty. We should’ve been open and forthright with you. You are after all, our most gracious sovereign. And we were fools to undermine you. I realize and see how childish of me that was.” Anne explained, looking at the king intently, her voice firm and steady.

“I appreciate your sincerity, Lady Anne, I really do. I can see you are aware and clearheaded of the situation, better than most have been in the past. I thank you for your honesty and your apology. I know that your father is sending you away from court for a time until this dies down, which rest assured under my authority, it will. I’ll settle everything between Sir Thomas, Lord Northumberland and his father. I’ll write to you personally to let you know when you can return to court, Lady Anne. You’ll know it’s by my own hand.”

“Thank you, Your Majesty, for your kindness and mercy. I hope that I can prove to be a most faithful subject and serve you well.”

“I hope so too,” the king agreed, leaning back into his armchair. “That will be all for now. Oh, and let me know when you are settled at Hever Castle.”

“I will,” Anne promised, with a light smile.

“Would you grant me the opportunity to write to you, Lady Anne?” King Henry asked.

“You are the king; you may do as you please!” Anne answered, uncertain of how to react to his question.

He chuckled humorlessly and gave her a half smile. He looked at her and shook his head, something about Anne Boleyn was perplexing. It was as though she tried to contradict her own feelings. But at the same time, she wasn’t. Anne aggravated King Henry beyond anything else. She wasn’t going to let him win that easily and he started to realize that. She granted him full authority as king, but when it came to courting her - well, chasing her, she flatly refused him. But then she allowed him to write to her - that was a start at least. Even now, sitting across the desk from him, she taunted him with how beautiful she was. She wore a deep red dress with a square neckline, only fueling King Henry’s imagination, the dress neckline was embroidered with gold fabric and embellished with white pearls.

Around her neck she wore her signature ‘B’ pendant and teardrop pearl earrings to match. Her waist-length, raven, black hair was tucked underneath a matching French red hood. Anne’s lips were lightly rosy and her complexion very fair, lightly freckled. Her green eyes poured into his soul, and he caught his breath. Around her shoulders she had a lace collar with intricate patterns. Everything about her was stunning. He couldn’t help but admire her.

“Is there anything else that I can do for Your Majesty before I return to Hever Castle?” Anne asked.

“There is one thing.”

He stood up, holding out his hand to her. She looked at his hand, taken by surprise. Slowly, she took hold of his hand and stood up. Anne ignored the pleasant feeling she got when King Henry gently held her hand, as if it was the most delicate thing he had in his care. It was nothing, nothing of consequence. He was the king, she was his subject, that was it.

“May I kiss your cheek as my farewell to you?” he asked, his voice mellow and kind.

“You may,” Anne replied, surprising even herself.

He stepped around his desk and came close to her. Anne held her breath for a moment and closed her eyes as he leaned in. He kissed her cheek softly, his red beard lightly scratching her face. He lingered only for a moment and then withdrew away from her, dropping her hand.

“I wish you safe travels home, Lady Anne.” King Henry concluded their meeting.

“Thank you, Your Majesty,” Anne said, admittedly touched by his sudden kindness.

Anne turned to leave the king’s quarters. She closed the door gently behind her and returned to her family’s apartment. Just before she would go down to her carriage, Princess Mary and Lady Jane came to see her.

“I hate the fact that you’re going before the dance that’s coming up! I can’t believe you’re being sent home!” Princess Mary cried.

“I know, but right now - I think it’s for the best. Henry and I really messed things up and it’s only until things have calmed down. Your brother was actually nice about it to me today. He wasn’t angry and he didn’t lose his temper.”

“That’s a great sign, Annie!” Princess Mary chirped, happily. “Clearly he hasn’t gotten over you at all.”

“What do you mean he hasn’t gotten over her?” Lady Jane inquired, curiously.

“My brother has a crush on Anne,” Princess Mary answered, smirking.

“He does NOT have a crush on me.” Anne remarked, annoyed. “He sees me as he does any of his other mistresses.”

“He is so into you; Anne and you can’t even see it!”

“Up until this morning, I was engaged to Henry Percy, of course I wasn’t going to allow the king’s advances on me. I’m still in love with Henry Percy. I’m leaving because I don’t want to cause trouble for Lady Mary Talbot. Your brother forced me to break up with my fiancé.”

Princess Mary’s face softened, and she looked at Anne remorsefully.

“Oh, Anne, I’m so sorry - I didn’t know that he did that to you,” she exclaimed, feeling guilty for teasing Anne about the situation.

“You couldn’t have known. Henry and I kept everything quiet. We didn’t want Wolsey to find out, but somehow that rat bastard found out.” Anne sighed. “So, you can imagine he went straight to the king and told him about it. My father’s pissed, so is Henry’s father and they’re in a huge fight about it now. So, my dear father is sending me home until the dust settles - which is his way of saying that Henry is going to marry Lady Mary after all. Once he marries her, no doubt, he’ll be sent away from court to the North of England to do your brother’s bidding. Only then I’ll be able to come back to court.”

“I’m so sorry, Anne. I wish there was something I could do to help. But my brother still hangs over my head the fact I married Charlie without his permission. At least you’re doing the smart thing.” Princess Mary reassured her friend.

“I hope so,” Anne said, mournfully. “Also, Jane, how is the dress coming along?”

“It looks beautiful, Anne. I can’t believe you’re going to miss it though. Any progress I make with your brother, I’ll keep you informed and write to you as often as I’m able to.” Jane added.

“Thank you, Jane. I wonder - can you two walk out with me to the carriage? I don’t want to go alone.”

“Of course we can!” Princess Mary exclaimed, wrapping an arm around Anne. “Come on, and if Lady Mary decides to be a snob, you have me and Lady J to defend your honor!”

“I don’t know how I could possibly help, but I’ll be there to support you, Anne.” Jane chimed in.

Princess Mary and Anne both smiled at Jane and pulled her along to the outer courtyard of Whitehall Palace. The carriage was ready for Anne, along with Sir Thomas to bid his daughter farewell, temporarily. George was there too, he embraced her warmly and promised often to come visit, if he was able to get away from the king’s privy council. Anne spotted Henry Percy walking distantly with Lady Mary, at least three attendants with them. As if he could sense Anne, he looked up and saw Anne departing. She gave him a sad smile and stepped into the carriage, just barely noticing Lady Mary nudging him, obviously irritated he’d seen Anne leaving. She attempted to pull him along, hoping to distract him. Soon, the carriage was off to Hever Castle. Anne kept her gaze in front of her, not even looking at Henry Percy as they exited the courtyard. They went out of the city and down the countryside, where Anne often took to horseback riding.

Anne sat in silence; the journey home was full of quiet contemplation, no one to accompany her, but it was a reminder of what had happened. She’d been sent away - only for a time and the king himself even promised to personally write to her when she was allowed back. That was something, wasn’t it? She wondered. She also said a silent prayer hoping and praying that Queen Katherine wouldn’t be angry at her forever. She knew she made a severe mistake and owned up to it, that must have counted for something. But Anne could only conclude that this was for the best, leaving court, even if it was temporary. Soon, she could come back refreshed and renewed and all would be relatively well. I hope, she thought.

. . . AB . . .

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Chapter Nineteen - The Lion and the Falcon

Author’s Note: So, I KNOW I’ve changed a couple actors already. But I’ve been trying to find my perfect Henry Percy for this story. I think I finally did. I KNOW he’s an American country singer, I’m not that obtuse y’all. BUT Max McNown is my new choice for Henry Percy, HIS PHYSICAL APPEARANCE okay - sorry, not sorry - (also, I’m kind of obsessed with a few of his songs too. I’ve been listening to some of them while writing this as well as some playlists inspired by Anne Boleyn on Spotify).

AND I’m changing my Anne Boleyn actress too. She already played Anne Boleyn in the Netflix docuseries: Blood, Sex and Royalty - Amy James-Kelly. I absolutely loved her version of Anne Boleyn. It’s actually what inspired this story too, believe it or not. So, Anne Boleyn in my truest thoughts as I process this story is her. I thought she embodied Anne so well in the docuseries.

Disclaimer: I’m also aware we don’t know if Jane Boleyn (Lady Rocheford) ever visited or stayed at Hever Castle. I’m taking artistic license for the sake of the story. This is an alternate history fanfiction. Poor Lady Jane, she’s super awkward, but I hope to make my characters more three dimensional, after all - no human is perfect. We’re all awkward at times and nervous. We all have crazy emotions, I want all my characters to have a sense of humanity about them, not just historical figures. Also: Not a biography.

Hever Castle, 1526

Anne stood outside in the gardens at Hever Castle in the early afternoon one day. She sent out her falcon alongside George who’d taken a respite from court. After Anne left court two years ago, George promptly stepped up his game and ended up marrying Jane Parker after all. She’d grown out of her shell, aided by Princess Mary and her sisters-in-law. They’d been married almost two years now and Anne was quite astonished by it, considering last time she spoke to George about it, he barely spoke any praises about Lady Jane. The king promoted George during that time to Viscount Rocheford after marrying accordingly. He provided excellent work as a member of the king’s council. Thus, he was rewarded for his hard work and dedication to King Henry’s many enterprises.

King Henry frequently wrote to Anne, regaling all sorts of happenings and even the mundane aspects of court. Anne wrote back only twice, thanking the king for his updates on court life and wishing him very well. Additionally, it seemed that Queen Katherine was alright with not having Anne return to court either. Their relationship turned south when Anne suggested to the king to divorce his wife. News from her father indicated that things started tensing up between the royals. Sir Thomas wrote to Anne after hearing news that the queen thought she’d been pregnant again after so many years of trying. But there was no success. That was already two years ago, and the king left Queen Katherine alone after that, hardly spoke to her or even dined with her. He almost never saw his wife after the false pregnancy. King Henry no doubt blamed her rather than owning up to his own mistakes.

The king dismissed Mary, her sister, from court as well. Mary lost favor as a royal mistress and was sent away for good. Anne knew it was just a sign that King Henry was bored again, he changed his mind ever so often. So, Mary and William moved away from court back to their country residence. Anne was delighted to find out she was now an aunt to a boy and a girl, both close in age and lively children. They came to Hever Castle the previous year for Christmas. Anne enjoyed spoiling her niece and nephew with as much affection and attention as she could possibly give them. They would both be turning two and three the coming year.

Anne redirected her focus back on her falcon that was flying far above them, screeching ever so often. George whistled and the falcon descended, his talons at an angle when he landed on Anne’s arm. The falcon shifted on her arm and chirped. George fed it some raw meat which the bird happily devoured. While George was feeding the falcon, Anne gently brushed her fingers along its feathers. His fathers were silky smooth and fine. The falcon’s head was a dark brown like his top feathers; his underbelly and below his feathers was mostly white with specks of dark brown. His feet were a bright yellow and his talons like hooks, gripping onto Anne’s arm, but she had a leather sleeve fashioned just for falconry to prevent wounds or scars left by his sharp nails.

Anne sent him up again and he flew around for a good long while. The falcon swooped down in a rush and dug his claws into a rabbit it had seen in the bushes. Anne listened as the small rabbit tried to run, escaping through the bushes. The falcon fought for several moments, squawking, feathers rustling almost violently against the bushes. Just a short moment later, bones crushed under the strength of the falcon’s beak. The struggle stopped. The falcon removed itself from the bushes, a small gray rabbit dangling from its beak. Anne watched the scene unfold, mesmerized at what she’d just witnessed. Her falcon removed itself from the bushes, soon enjoying the feast of fresh-caught rabbit.

“Are you alright, Anne?” George asked, distracting her from her daydreams.

“Yes, I’m fine, sorry. I was just thinking about the falcon. It’s so fascinating to watch them hunt. Isn’t it, Georgie?” she exclaimed, turning to look at her brother. “But even they, too, are forced to be tamed. He’s always locked in a cage after our sport.”

“Are you sure you’re alright, Annie?” George questioned, touching her shoulder. “That seems a touch personal, don’t you think?”

“What do you mean?” Anne demanded, raising a brow.

“Come on, sis,” George retorted, returning the same facial expression. “They, too, are forced to be tamed? Your falcon is always locked in a cage? You’re still grieving, Anne. I know it wasn’t easy for you, to end things with Henry Percy, but you have to realize that he’s married Lady Mary Talbot and there’s nothing else you can do about it. It’s been almost two years.”

Anne bit her lip and swallowed a knot that was in her throat, thinking of Henry again. She thought she’d gotten over it but clearly, George knew her better than anyone. She was still grieving over the loss of her once fiancé. And, not only that she’d forgotten to tell George all about her love affair with Henry. She’d never told anyone about the night they’d made love for the first time.

“George, there’s something else I haven’t told you,” Anne exclaimed.

“What?” he asked, curiously.

“Well, I didn’t want to tell anyone, but I thought you’d be the safest bet since you keep all your secrets and personal affairs. I love Mary, but she likes to gossip.”

“Now you’re starting to worry me more,” George exclaimed, seriously.

“I don’t think it’s anything to worry about now, we never told a soul. So, you have to promise me you’ll take this to the grave.”

“Anne!” George snapped. “What is it?”

“Well, Henry and I - we,” she fumbled for her words. “We made love one night two years ago.”

“Annie!” George cried, stunned, but then lowering his voice again. “Did he force you?”

“No! I wanted him, George. It was a mutual consent. I’ve never experienced anything like it, I thought it’d be awful. Especially the way Princess Mary and even our sister talked about it sometimes.”

“You’re really going to listen to them about what they say about sex?” George questioned.

“They’ve done it more than I have!” Anne retorted, defending her own position. “And you have, also, but I must have forgotten to tell you. I know I meant to, I had actually planned to tell you about a long time ago.”

“I’m glad you’re able to trust me with that. I promise you’ll not say anything to anyone else about it. But then you broke off the engagement right after?”

“Yeah, we had to. The king was furious with both of us. He is so desperate to regain territories and have total control over everything. I had half a mind to tell him to sod off.” Anne remarked, bitterly.

George rolled his eyes. He whistled for Anne’s falcon and held out his arm for the bird to land there as a makeshift perch. The falcon finished devouring its meal and obeyed. Anne felt the breeze from the falcon’s wings as he landed on George’s arm. George brought the bird back into its cage and locked it. They sat down at the picnic table the servants set up for them during the falconry. There was venison, bread, cheese, puddings, fruit and other delights. Anne poured herself some wine.

“You do realize if you told our beloved Tudor king to fuck off, he could’ve arrested you?” George reprimanded.

“I know, I lost my temper with him once when he was insisting, I dump Henry Percy. I told him he should be the one to divorce Queen Katherine if he wanted the north so bad. He should have been the one to marry Lady Mary, not Henry.”

“You didn’t!” George gasped; eyes fully widened.

“I’m afraid I did, that’s why I was sent away from court.”

“Anne!” her brother groaned, nearly facepalming himself.

“I know! I was stupid! I was angry that everyone wanted us to break it off! He and I were in love with each other! Surely, you can understand that, can’t you?”

“He’s the king! You might as well have told him to sod off. No wonder he was pissed off.”

“But - that’s not all. Once I broke up with Henry Percy, I went straight to the king and told him the news and I apologized for being rash. He then asked to write to me! And he would personally let me know when I could come back.”

“And how long has it been since he wrote to you?” George wondered, sending her a look.

“He wrote a few months ago, but he’s probably just busy. There’s always something dramatic going on at court. I’m not really hoping to start anything with him. He asked me to be his mistress twice. I’m not going to be thrown aside once he’s done with me, Georgie.”

“What did he write to you about? Did he profess his love for you?” he asked, grinning stupidly.

“Shut up, George, no he did not. He updated me on the marriage of Lady Mary and Henry Percy. She’s still at court and they’re getting everything settled before moving back to Northumberland.”

“What else did he say?” George inquired.

“Queen Katherine is still displeased with me for suggesting divorce. I feel like I’ve ruined a good opportunity. I don’t know if she’ll ever trust me again.” Anne continued. “I really messed things up for myself. I just don’t understand why people have such a problem with me not wanting to be a royal mistress. I thought Father would have been happy I found someone with a title, considerable wealth and love. But clearly, not. He has other plans for me it seems.”

“What if King Henry were to ask you to be his only mistress - that he wouldn’t take on anyone else?”

Anne laughed loudly at the question.

“You’re joking right?” she noted, after calming down. “No king has EVER kept his word on shagging just one mistress. Bad King Richard had his mistresses, so did Edward IV and all the others. Why on earth - as my brother - would you encourage me to be a whore?”

“I wasn’t!” George retaliated. “I was asking, Anne, if you’d ever do something like that. I wasn’t saying you should.”

“What do you think?” she snapped.

“First of all, you need to calm down. It was a question. And second, I know you wouldn’t. You don’t need to get so defensive, Anne.” George reminded her. “I’d rather you not be like our dear sister. As much as I love her, I don’t think she should have been a royal mistress to Francis or Henry.”

“I can’t even imagine what Will must have felt during her time with the king,” Anne confessed. “He’s still married to her though, so it’s a good thing I suppose.”

As they continued eating their lunch, Anne hardly noticed a young servant on his way over with a letter on a silver tray. George looked over at the young servant and motioned to Anne. The boy had stopped about ten feet away, waiting for permission to approach them. Anne looked over at the boy and nodded.

“My lady, there is a letter for you from Hampton Court Palace. Also, there is something else that came from there. The king’s messenger said it was a gift for you.”

Anne opened the letter, breaking the red wax seal with King Henry’s initials. She read through the letter. It was shorter than the last one, but even so, it was quite friendly - a little too friendly for her liking for the second letter he’d sent. She handed it off to George to read. One sentence made him snort but then his almost laugh subsided when he glanced at Anne. The king personally caught her a stag and sent it to Hever Castle as a gift for her. It was brought to the kitchens to be prepared for eating. Clearly, King Henry was intentional about his desires towards Anne. He made his sentiment for her quite colorful. Anne folded up the letter once George finished reading it. She shoved it into her dress pocket, gripping onto it, hoping the letter would shrink and disappear altogether.

“Thank you, let our cook know we will have venison this evening and tomorrow.” Anne glanced at the hall boy who’d still been waiting for his orders.

“Very good, my lady,” the young man bowed deeply and hurried off, nearly running up the garden path back up towards the kitchens of Hever Castle.

Anne and George shared a look. She sighed and rolled her eyes.

“I can’t believe he would ever say something like that. Wanting to desperately kiss me.” Anne hissed. “What is wrong with him? He’s like a lion on the hunt.”

“He’s a man, Annie.” George reminded her.

“He’s also still married to Katherine.” Anne retorted, fuming. “I’m not going to subject myself to his whims. I don’t want to be just a mistress! I want to be a wife! Henry Percy’s wife. I’ll not be reduced to anything less than that! I could have been Henry Percy’s wife, but NO! The fucking king has to always get his way.”

“You were in love with Henry, weren’t you?” George asked, gently.

His tone was kind and understanding, not demeaning or mocking in any way. He pulled Anne into a warm embrace and kissed the side of her forehead. Anne sighed and rested her chin on his shoulder.

“You need to learn to let him go, Annie. I know it wasn’t easy for you, being sent home. I’m sure in due time you’ll be able to find something like that again. First break-ups always suck beyond belief, but you have to keep going. I know how strong you are. And stubborn.”

Anne chuckled and pulled out of his embrace. He rubbed her arms and smiled at her.

“Thank you, George,” Anne said, thoughtfully. “I’m glad you’re my brother, you know.”

“I’m glad I can support you in any way that I can. I’m always going to be here for you, Annie. I know things will change for you soon. Something great is going to be in store for you. God always looks after us too.”

Anne smiled sadly as they made their way back to the castle.

Lady Jane was watching them from one of the castle windows. She knew they were siblings but was quite surprised how affectionate George had been with his younger sister. Jane tried her best not to be jealous about it - but George hardly ever spent time with her. He did sometimes, but she often felt he valued his blood family over her. He wasn’t harsh with Jane at all, he was kind, but George felt distant. It was as though he didn’t really want to be married to her, just enough to have a wife and produce an heir. George never seemed to care about love or romance. Marriage was transactional for him, a means to an end.

He carried the title of Viscount Rocheford earnestly, as though it had significant weight on him. George was also very private about a lot of things. He mostly spoke to Anne about whatever bothered him. Jane supposed it was because Anne knew him best. But the whole point of a marriage was to talk about everything - wasn’t it and to work together for the common good? Jane chewed on her bottom lip, pacing in her sitting room at Hever Castle. She thought George married her for love, she’d convinced herself otherwise that he really had. Now, she was starting to wonder if that was even true. A million thoughts plagued her mind, all swirling about like the English Channel during a violent storm. She continued pacing, hardly noticing when George came through the door, walking in to see her.

“Jane?” he said. “What’s wrong?”

She nearly jumped out of her skin when she heard George’s voice reach her ears. He slowly walked up to her and took hold of her hand. Jane sighed.

“Do you love me, George?” Jane asked. “And be honest, please. I just need to know if you love me.”

“Jane,” his voice was hoarse as he said her name. “I married you.”

“That’s not the same thing, is it?” Jane demanded, sharply. “Do you love me, George Boleyn?”

“I don’t know,” he answered, truthfully.

“Then why did you marry me if you don’t know if you love me?” Jane shouted, feeling a knot in her throat growing.

“I don’t know why I married you, Jane,” he replied again, gently. “I thought perhaps I did love you. I don’t know what love really is, I only know what lust is, if I’m honest.”

Jane folded her arms across her chest, as if she was creating a shield around herself. She was disappointed by George’s response. How could he possibly not love her? But did she even love him or was she just attracted to him because he was handsome and came with the title Lord Rocheford?

“Do you know if you love me or not, Jane?” George asked, looking her square in the face.

“We’ve barely spoken to one another. You barely even did the marital obligations with me, George. Were you a virgin when we married?”

“Would it surprise you if I was?” he returned.

“Yes, actually, it would surprise me. It would explain a lot, to be sure. Neither of us know what we’re doing then, I suppose. Look at us, both married and we have no clue what to do as husband and wife.” Jane scoffed, throwing her arms up, clearly frustrated. “Do you love Anne more than me?”

“Jane, she’s my sister. I love Anne as any brother would love his sister. She’s my family.”

“I’m also your family. I’m your wife!” Jane cried. “I want you to love me, George!”

“I don’t know how you want me to love you, Jane.”

“Try, damn it!” she shouted, tears threatening to fall.

She walked up to him and kissed him fiercely. George kissed her back, wrapping his arms tighter around her. She pushed him against the door and continued kissing him, pressing her body completely against his. He bit her lip, and she pulled away, breathless. Jane was shocked by what followed. She’d felt nothing after their kiss. George could see the disappointment in her features when she looked at him. What if there was something wrong with her? Jane thought it might have been because she thought herself unlovable and a burden. She looked as though she wanted to cry after a moment.

“Jane,” he said, softly.

“No! There’s clearly something wrong with me. I must be doing something wrong. I’m so sorry I’ve failed you as a wife, George.” Jane wept.

She moved away from him; towards the window she’d been standing at earlier. She wrapped her arms around herself and did her best not to cry, trying to ignore George as he walked up behind her.

He wrapped his arms around her, gently nuzzling his face into her hair. Jane shivered when she felt his breath on her skin, the spot behind her ear, just above her neck, below her hairline. She leaned back into him. He brought up his right hand and ran his fingers through her golden blonde hair. His fingers gently grazed against her skin as he brushed her hair over. Jane tilted her head back, so her head was resting against his shoulder. He brought his head down and gently began kissing her neck, starting behind her earlobe.

“George, what are you doing?” she whispered, intoxication overwhelming her as he caressed her.

“Trust me,” he whispered back, his breath hot against her neck.

His fingers effortlessly began undoing the laces that kept her dress in place. Jane felt goosebumps going up and down her arms as he loosened her dress. Chills ran down her spine as he pushed the dress off her. It fell around her ankles, and she turned around, only in her chemise. George chuckled, seeing how flustered her cheeks had gotten. Her ears were red too, but he found it endearing. He pulled her closer and kissed her properly, enjoying every aspect of their kiss. Jane released a soft moan as he picked her up with ease. Her legs hooked around his waist, her heart racing.

He moved her to the bed. Jane moaned beneath the weight of his body against hers. She lifted his shirt over his head and threw it on the floor. He was absolutely gorgeous - Jane turned even more red. How on earth was it possible that George Boleyn, the Viscount Rocheford, was her husband? Why he chose to marry her was beyond her. But she didn’t want to complain about it. She kept the wool chemise over her.

“Do you trust me?” he whispered.

“Yes,” she answered, feverishly as she pined for her husband.

George, for the first time in two years, made love to his wife - both feeling complete bliss. And Jane Boleyn, at last, would finally learn what it meant to fully love and know her husband without Princess Mary and Mary Boleyn teasing her about her virginity. It was now complete. And it had been absolutely perfect.

. . . . . .

Anne anxiously reread the letter she got from King Henry when she was in her bedchamber. She sat at her desk and laid out the letter flat, absorbing every word. Through his excellent penmanship, Anne could easily navigate his written thoughts of frenzied passion as though it was an ill-fated attempt at poetry. Words of fervent love dripped over the parchment. The desires of his heart poured out as though he were about to breathe his last, desperate for her approval and attention. Was he reading too much into his feelings for her? Why did he even have feelings for her? It wasn’t anything but lust, if she was honest with herself. She was in his sights because he was bored of Queen Katherine, but not only that, he desperately wanted a son. Only a legitimate son could inherit the throne though. Anne knew about Bessie Blount, the woman who gave birth to Henry Fitzroy. That being said, everyone knew about her. She’d been the only one of his mistresses to produce a son. Queen Katherine was disappointed by that. It should have been her son, not a mistress’ son.

There were some rumors which Jane Boleyn briefly mentioned that Mary’s children were not hers and William’s. Some courtiers believed that they were hers and the king’s children. King Henry, however, loudly flagrantly denied the claims. Mary was truly blessed with a man like William Carey because he DID acknowledge them as his own. Despite himself not knowing if Henry or Catherine were his children, he doted on them.

Mary later told Anne that she’d been with both her husband and the king at different times. There was a chance either one could’ve been the father. If they had been the king’s children, it would be no surprise to Anne, considering Mary’s children were named after their current monarchs, paying homage to the royal couple. Henry Fitzroy, Bessie Blount’s son, was the only illegitimate child he ever acknowledged. Anne thought it rather odd in her opinion. How many other children he must have sired from other women who’d gone without being recognized?

Anne was thankful as of yet to not have any children. She knew her time was cutting short though, she was getting older and soon would be turning twenty-five. She wasn’t even married yet, most girls her age would’ve already entered spinsterhood. Thankfully, she had money and was well off to avoid such a travesty. It certainly was odd to a lot of the younger women she met that Anne hadn’t married yet. She should have married at sixteen already or even seventeen, had she chosen Philippe during her stay in France all those years ago. She gasped when she thought of him again. France felt like a lifetime ago, how quickly she had indeed forgotten about him and all that had happened there. Philippe had been such a young man then, only nineteen and died tragically in war.

Nothing matched the pain she felt thinking about Henry Percy though. It was one such romance she couldn’t move on so easily. She’d literally shared everything with him: her mind, her heart, and her soul. And now he was forced to be Lady Mary’s husband. Anne was repulsed by all of it. How could the king be alright with writing a letter like this considering he’d been the reason she lost the love of her life? It was simple really. Truthfully, the king of England just didn’t give a fuck about anyone but himself. England was his world, his throne. Nothing could stop him or his divine right to rule. Every last courtier was just a pawn for his own pleasure - to use and dispose of when he was through.

Everything they had: all their titles, homes, and wealth could be taken away if the king was feeling spiteful. No one dared cross the king, they didn’t live long enough to tell the tale. Except for Anne, she’d yelled at him and refused him twice, deliberately. Yet King Henry still found her alluring, he chased after her like she was a rare stag in the forest. Anne pulled out parchment and ink from the top left drawer of her desk and set to writing back to King Henry. She hadn’t a clue what she wanted to write. Not only had the king sent her a whole stag, he sent her a necklace too, an exquisite piece of jewelry from the king’s personal collection. The velvet green box was resting on the opposite side of her vanity. She opened the box and looked at the pearl necklace entwined with rich sapphire gems.

To His Majesty the King,

Thank you for the venison and the jewels. It is incumbent upon me to return the fine jewels you have gifted me. I cannot keep such lavish gifts. These jewels were meant for a queen, and I am but a humble servant. I hope this finds you in good health and prosperity. May God bless Your Majesty. Thank you again for your generous heart towards me and my family and we are deeply honored to serve Your Gracious Majesty.

Anne Boleyn

She let the ink dry before sealing it and applying her red wax onto the folded bit of parchment paper. She signed it, addressed it to the king and left her room to give it to one of her father’s dispatchers. She ordered the man to go deliver the letter with haste to Hampton Court, along with the velvet green box. She had wrapped it in a bag and secured it. She paid the messenger a good deal of coin in order to safeguard the jewels. Anne couldn’t necessarily return the dead animal he gave her. It would fester and grow maggots. The kitchen spent most of the afternoon preparing venison and other parts of the meat. She ate with George, Jane and her mother in the smaller dining room in the evening.

A whole feast was laid out for them and Anne enjoyed every bit of it. There were two gentlemen in the corner playing music for them and the hearth was lit, keeping the room cozy and warm. Their dinner was quiet, not much spoken between any of them. Anne glanced over at Jane who’d been completely flushed with color. She noticed slight bruising on one side of her sister-in-law's neck. She glanced at her brother too. He also was awfully quiet and flustered. Anne smirked and finished her wine, doing her best to hide her amusement at both of them.

“Why is everyone so quiet this evening? Has something gone amiss that I’m not aware of?” Lady Elizabeth asked, breaking the tense silence.

“No.”

“Not really.”

“I don’t think so.”

The three of her family members answered almost simultaneously. George cleared his throat and poured himself more wine. Jane turned even more red, desperately praying quietly in her own thoughts that no one would notice or question her and George. It seemed Anne noticed and made a good distraction.

“Oh, I wrote to His Majesty today, thanking him for the venison he sent us.” Anne exclaimed, looking at her mother. “It’s quite good, isn’t it?”

“Quite,” Lady Elizabeth replied, smiling lightly at Anne. “His Majesty is far too kind. Is there any news from your father?”

“Not that I have been made aware of,” George answered. “I’m going to go to Hampton Court for some time. I should be able to see Father and relay more information to you if there is anything new.”

“How long are you going to be there for?” Jane asked, glancing at her husband.

“I don’t know yet. I have business I need to take care of with His Majesty.”

“I think I’ll come with you. I know it’s been a while since Queen Katherine has asked for me, but she knew we were on a honeymoon. I suppose it’s time to go back and resume my duties as a lady-in-waiting.” Jane continued.

“Alright, I’m going to try to leave by Thursday morning. If you can be ready by then,” George said.

“Jane, can you ask Her Majesty if she would be willing to have me back as one of her ladies?” Anne asked. “It’s been two years already.”

“I will, I can write you, her response.” Jane agreed, with a kind smile.

“Thank you.”

“Are you fatigued being at home, Anne?” Lady Elizabeth asked.

“Well, I think I’m just restless. I enjoy being a part of court life. I rather miss it.”

“It’s hard to believe how grown up you all are,” Lady Elizabeth exclaimed, smiling sadly. “I can’t begin to describe how proud I am. Let’s make a toast to our family and to His Majesty the King.”

“To our family,” George declared, as they raised their chalices.

“God save the King!” Anne chimed.

. . .

King Henry read the letter that Anne wrote him. The velvet bag which contained the jewels he’d sent her were placed beside him on his desk. His jaw clenched as he read her words - describing herself as a servant, not a queen. She was more than a servant to him. Henry sighed, pouring over each word she’d written. Did she give any thought to his feelings just as a man? Sometimes he hated the fact Arthur died so early. If he’d only gotten to the point where he could’ve been king, Henry wouldn’t have had all this trouble. It wasn’t just his marriage; his troubles were beyond the crown and his family life. Henry knew he hadn’t been raised to be king; he was supposed to be able to have a simple life, choosing what he wanted to do. He could have done anything.

This should have been Arthur’s job. Being married to Katherine of Aragon should have also been Arthur’s duty, staying married to her. They were the ones to produce heirs; but now, after years of trying for sons - there was only Princess Mary. Henry did like to think he was in love with Katherine, but he started realizing the past couple years their marriage started turning sour. Katherine spent more time praying and fasting, hiding away in her chapel. Henry was dealing with France and Spain, both sides full of tension and threatening to start wars. The walls were closing in all around them.

Perhaps Katherine hid away, ashamed of not having been able to produce a healthy son for them. He, too, felt the heaviness of all their sons’ losses, three to be exact. Katherine mourned for years, purposefully ignoring him, consoling herself with prayer and seclusion. He then refused to speak to her after the loss of their third son. Something occurred when they were both reconciled after their grief. He remembered it well, the time Mary, their only surviving child was conceived - now she was ten years old. He went to visit her recently and was quite proud of her. She was only ten years old and able to speak four languages, wrote proficiently and even played the lute for him. She and her young ladies all practiced the galliard and performed for his visit and offered the king lunch with them.

This should have filled him with true contentment and satisfaction. But he needed a son. She couldn’t inherit his throne, she would have to marry into Spain, France, or perhaps another European prince and have children of her own. As much as Katherine wished Mary could inherit and become queen, Mary could never do so. By law, she couldn’t. Was it fair? Perhaps not, but that was the way the crown worked. Everyone knew it - including Henry, especially Henry considering he was only the second born son himself.

Something had to be done about having a son he so desperately needed. If he couldn’t produce an heir, Scotland, France and Spain would turn him into a laughingstock. They would invade England and Wales from all sides and force him to give up his rightful claim to the throne. Should he divorce Katherine? The thought had come to his mind once before, after the death of their last son. But it never came to fruition. Henry figured the best answers would come from God himself. This would be an opportunity for the king to pray and seek God’s word. If he, after all, was God’s ordained king and representative on earth, surely God would give him a just answer for this reason. Henry knew his work was ahead of him, and only a matter of time would reveal God’s response.

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Chapter Text

Chapter Twenty - And So it Begins

Lady Anne Boleyn,

I wanted to send you these jewels in hopes of you accepting them. The blue sapphire gems reminded me of you, often seeing you wearing blue and green dresses when you were last in court. I would also like for you to return to court. My queen has been consoled and suggested to me to ask for your return. She would like to offer you a position as a lady-in-waiting again. I hope to see you upon your arrival. Let me know as soon as you arrive at court, I’ll pay you and your father a visit and personally welcome you back. I look forward to the day I can see you once again.

Your Humble Servant,
H. R.

Anne sighed as she read the letter, lying on her bed. The jewels he sent a second time were far prettier than the last - still sapphire gems. He seemed to have good knowledge that sapphires and pearls were Anne’s favorite, but she wasn’t sure whether to keep them or not. How could she? Wouldn’t Queen Katherine notice she was wearing crown jewels? Perhaps she could secretly wear them, take them off when she was around the queen. A small part of her felt guilty - he’d sent her jewels two different times before this and she sent them both back, unable to accept. Maybe he’d stop sending them if she just accepted at least one set of jewels. George came in, closing the door quietly behind him. He sat down beside her and snatched the letter from her hand.

“George! Give it back!” Anne shot at him.

“What’s the king say to you now, Annie?” George gawked, teasingly.

“George, knock it off! Give me back the letter!”

“Oh, come on - relax. I’m just teasing a little. He’s been sending you letters quite a lot now.”

“I don’t know why.” Anne scoffed, irritably.

She snatched the letter back from George and folded it up, shoving it in her dress pocket. Anne glared at her brother and straightened up the skirts of her dress and pushed back her hair behind her shoulders.

“Clearly, he’s interested,” George enunciated, his tone song-like.

“I don’t care if he is. He’s married.” Anne scolded, rolling her eyes. “I don’t know why he’s so insistent about it. I don’t want to be a mistress!”

“I know you’ve told him that, but it’s probably best that you write to him and make it clear you don’t want to be then,” George encouraged, propping himself up on one elbow as he reclined on the bed.

“I suppose I have to, but if I keep those jewels, he’ll know. Honestly, I want to - I like that necklace he sent. I’m so annoyed because it’s the king. We all know what he’s like. If Queen Katherine is offering me a position again, I don’t want to ruin it. That’s the last thing I want. I already messed up badly two years ago.”

“Anne, I’m sure it’ll be fine. It may be a little awkward at first, but you’ll find your footing again. Besides which, you’ll have me, Jane and Mary to back you.”

“I guess so,” Anne sighed. “Speaking of Jane…”

“Don’t you start now.” George muttered, turning red.

“You started it! So? Is it “official” official now?” she asked, fully smirking at him.

“Yes,” he acknowledged, sitting up. “Honestly, I don’t know why I waited so long. I suppose the idea of marriage terrified me. I didn’t want to settle down, I guess. The idea of commitment,” he shuddered, “I know that our father and mother have a good marriage. I just didn’t expect Jane to be so awkward.”

“What’s wrong with being awkward?” Anne inquired.

“I meant our wedding night. She kept talking and didn’t know what to do. I think she nearly had a panic attack; she got up and wanted to leave. She froze up and refused to perform the act.” George replied.

“Oh,” Anne’s eyes went wide. “What’s changed though?”

“I gather she did,” he replied, shrugging. “Did she talk to you at all about her - well, that business?”

“No, maybe she talked to Mary. As far as Jane knows, I’m still a virgin.” Anne quipped. “I can write to our sister and find out.”

“Please don’t, I’d rather not everyone know my personal business. I love Mary, I do, but you’re more sensible about these things, Anne.”

“I’m flattered by your trust in me, George. I know it’s probably odd to talk about particularly to your sibling, but I’m glad we can confide in each other.”

“Me too,” George agreed. “You told me about Henry Percy so I realized it’s only fair I can share my squabbles.”

. . .

King Henry sat with a meeting of his councilmen, including Thomas Boleyn. The table was filled with his most loyal men, all silently waiting for the king’s sudden meeting to begin. Cardinal Wolsey sat at his right-hand side; Charles Brandon, the Duke of Suffolk, sat on his left. The king pulled out a small book of prayers and his Bible, opening to the page that gave him the most profound revelation of his grievous errors. Without informing his council, King Henry delved into fasting and prayer, seeking God’s wisdom for how to proceed with the matter at hand. He produced no living son as his heir, surely, he figured God would give a just answer. That is why King Henry summoned his men. It would be for all to bear witness the disservice he’d committed against God, the church and England most of all.

“Gentlemen, thank you for meeting with me this morning. As I am God’s ordained king, I sought His counsel for the reason I don’t have a son.” King Henry began. “You all know very well that Her Majesty and I have tried for decades to produce an heir, only having one daughter, the Princess Mary. I understand now more than ever why God has kept me from having a son. In Leviticus, God strictly forbade man to take his brother’s wife after his death. My union with Katherine of Aragon has been cursed from the beginning, I took my brother’s wife and now God has seen fit to punish me for breaking one of his Levitical laws.”

“Your Majesty, if I may proceed?” Cardinal Wolsey asked, breaking the silence after a moment.

“Cardinal,” the king acknowledged.

“Where is this verse in Leviticus that claims you have broken God’s law, if you would be so gracious as to remind us all of this matter?” Wolsey inquired, in a demeaning tone.

“A man who marries his brother’s wife shall remain childless for he has uncovered his brother’s nakedness, Leviticus 20:21.” King Henry quoted. “With that being said, my lords, it’s grounds for a divorce. According to the Law, I may also divorce my wife should she have had intimate relations with another man. I was but a mere child when Katherine and Arthur married. I did not understand then what I know now. I’ve written a statement for Rome itself, asking our Holy Father to grant me the papal bull for divorce.”

The silence surrounding the king’s men was deafening. Some of the councilmen looked distraught, others subtly nodding in agreement. King Henry glanced between Cardinal Wolsey, Thomas Boleyn, Thomas More, the Duke of Suffolk, and the Dukes of Norfolk and Buckingham.

“If I might be so daring as to speak truthfully in Your Majesty’s presence?” Sir Thomas More asked cautiously, leaning forward to gaze at the king.

“Sir Thomas,” King Henry bowed his head.

“Your marriage to Her Majesty Queen Katherine was made into a holy union with permission from the Pope himself. It will prove costly to acquire a divorce from her, Your Grace. I don’t believe that the Pope will readily grant you a divorce. You’ll have to gather as much evidence as you possibly can and send all of what you have to him.” Thomas More explained. “The Pope is a shrewd man when it comes to laws and divorce.”

“What kind of evidence will need to be gathered against my marriage to Katherine of Aragon?” King Henry asked, leaning back.

“Your Majesty will need to have proof of her infidelity to you.” the Duke of Norfolk chimed in. “She will have to confess everything from her past; and, confess to having relations with your brother before he passed away, God rest his soul. You’ll need to obtain witnesses from that time to confirm the statements, such as a lady-in-waiting or other household staff.”

“Do we have any witnesses still around? I want you to get me a list of all of Queen Katherine’s ladies-in-waiting and the rest of her staff. There has to be some kind of ledger of all of our household staff even from 1509 to our present time. I need all those lists brought to me as quickly as possible. Once we have all that, I’d like for you, Boleyn and More to conduct the interviews for me. Cardinal Wolsey, I’d like for you to gather the information I need, biblical and otherwise. The rest of you will be my witnesses to this testament because of Queen Katherine’s infidelity before my marriage to her. I’m going to divorce my wife, Queen Katherine. She has proved unfaithful and has failed to produce an heir for my throne.” King Henry took a small pause, waiting for his speech to really sink into his counselors.

“All this is reason enough for Spain, France, and even Scotland to start a war with us. England can’t afford another war simply because we don’t have a son. My father’s dynasty can’t come to an end because of me. I’ll not be the failure that brought England down. I pledge my life to protecting England at all costs. I’ve been granted authority by God to rule this blessed country. I’LL BE DAMNED IF ANY OF US ALLOW OUR ENEMIES TO TAKE HOLD OF THE THRONE OF ENGLAND! I will leave behind a legacy that no man and even God cannot bring down. I NEED to have an heir. Surely all of you can understand this?” King Henry explained to the men, fully brandishing his regal authority.

“We’ll all do what we can to help you secure your dynasty, Your Majesty. Your reign will be safe. As we are all loyal to you, we’ll all go beyond the call of duty to assist Your Majesty in order to protect the great realm.” Thomas Boleyn vowed, standing up and bowing before the king.

He kept his left hand placed over his heart as a sign of veneration and loyalty. King Henry leaned back, folding his hands in front of him, sighing. He knew men like Thomas Boleyn, even Cardinal Wolsey from time to time. They liked to kiss ass and suck up every chance they got to flaunt how loyal they were to the king. Sometimes King Henry allowed it just to tickle their fancy a little bit, but everything his men said - he always took it with a grain of salt. Some were backstabbers - intentionally playing the part of Pontious Pilate and even Brutus; particularly the Duke of Buckingham, one of the rare Plantagenet descendants remaining. The king even thought that the Duke of Norfolk was a pain in the ass. He was honest to himself at least, every last one of these men were imbeciles; but, he needed men on his council that knew how to be judicious.

Sir Thomas Boleyn definitely was in it for himself to raise up his family amongst the wolves in rank. That’s why he threw Mary at the king the moment he was able to, possibly Anne too. But, something about Anne enticed King Henry. She kept him on his toes quite often. Mary was alright, he supposed but he’d never consider her wife-material. She was too easy, he remembered that his cousin in France often referred her to as ‘his English mare’ because of how often they fucked.

Now, the king had a mission before him. This would be the long start to a process to divorce Katherine of Aragon. He knew what he had to do. He knew that Anne Boleyn refused to be his mistress, she denied him twice - even sent back the jewels he’d given her as gifts. If she wouldn’t be his mistress, perhaps she would be his wife instead. This could become another added reason to divorce Katherine. The most important being that he had no son and heir even though she’d promised all those years ago to give him boys. Not one of their sons survived infancy and he found himself blaming Katherine for it more and more.

He dismissed his council after they came to an agreement and arrangements to help the king to get his divorce. Henry himself went to work and started to write a full discrepancy to the Holy Father in Rome. Despite the dispensation received by Pope Julius all those years ago, Henry knew that his marriage to Katherine was condemned by God. Why else did his sons not survive? He started to think, convincing himself that he should have never married Katherine to begin with.

Books surrounded his desk as he read page after page for proof of their falsified marriage. Something had to be done, even if it took him a lifetime, King Henry was determined to finish it. The thought that kept him going was Anne. Soon, hopefully, she’d be coming back to court. He wanted to know her, who she was, what she liked and what made her tick - everything about her. Thus far she refused to make herself known.

In King Henry’s mind, she chose piety and her own virtue for herself over anything the king could possibly offer her. Anne Boleyn became intangible; a teasing, unobtainable thought in his mind, ceaselessly prodding and tormenting him with no end in sight. No doubt her sister Mary’s experiences tainted court life for her. Anne observed firsthand what it was to be a noblewoman here; and Henry didn’t exactly blame her either, but the circumstance made it all the more worthy of the hunt.

“Get out of my head, damn it,” he swore, throwing down his owl-feathered quill.

He realised his distraction was so bad, his discrepancy report only had about a few sentences written, vehemently condemning Katherine and the Church. How much more would he need to write in order to bring about this massive plea bargain for divorce? King Henry groaned and leaned back, rubbing his hands over his face in an exhausted manner. Damn this all, he thought, bitterly. He decided to take the rest of the afternoon off from his work and enjoy some sports. Charlie Brandon was always eager to play tennis. And Henry knew it was just the game to let off some steam. He summoned his inner circle of men, those men including Charlie Brandon, William Carey and Edward Neville. It would be a splendid match.

Dressing down for tennis liberated the king, he wasn’t on display in the same way. There was a freedom that came with it that made him very once and a while long for a different life (but he never told anyone this). Sometimes King Henry absolutely hated court dress. When he wasn’t surrounded by his nobility, there would be times he dressed just like this - a loose wool shirt, a pair of dark pants and boots. He did miss the days when he was just a prince, the spare. There were less people after him, less influence. He carried the weight of England on his shoulders - every day it got heavier. He just wanted to be a man, but no - Darling Prince Arthur had to die. As the younger brother, just as a man alone, Henry hated Arthur for it on occasion.

“Charlie, how about if we go for a game of tennis? It’s been a while since we played. I’m sure the court will follow when they can’t find their king.”

“I’m in, would you want me to tell William and George as well?” Charlie inquired.

“Include Edward Neville,” King Henry agreed, amenably. “We can’t exactly play tennis with three athletes.”

“Edward Neville is a dunce and anyway, I believe one of his family summoned him home. What about George Boleyn? He’s back at court. He arrived last night with Lady Jane.” Charles replied, with a slight scoff.

“Actually, that’s not a half bad idea. If I can get to know George Boleyn, then I can get to Anne.”

“You’re after Lady Anne now?” Charles wondered, his brows furrowed in confusion. “Why?”

“You know that I’m trying to get a divorce from Her Majesty, Your Grace. Don’t play dumb.”

“So, Anne Boleyn is your target wife?”

“Not necessarily my wife, but if that’s what it takes then I will. She won’t be my mistress.”

“I wouldn’t waste my time with her, truthfully, Your Majesty. Cardinal Wolsey doesn’t even like her. Some of the other young ladies at court don’t like her sister either because of the attention you gave her.”

“I don’t see why they’ve got their petticoats in a twist. I could have anyone if I wanted to. The chase is half the fun, Charlie,” King Henry snorted.

“Not everyone, apparently,” Charles muttered, nonchalantly.

“What?” King Henry snapped; his cerulean, blue eyes flashed fiercely.

“Never mind,” Charles sighed, biting his tongue as he realised he crossed a line. “I’ll go get the boys. I’m sure they’re around here somewhere.”

King Henry summoned a couple pageboys to get all the equipment for tennis. The tennis court was opened and aired out, nets were hoisted up where the nobility could watch from behind and everything was ready to go by the time George, William and Charles came back. All three of them were dressed similarly to the king, in loose white shirts and leather pants. Soon enough the rest of the nobility started to trickle in, hearing the news that His Majesty would be playing. Many of the young ladies lined up, pressed their faces against the nets gawking at the gentlemen play. Every time the ball went out of bounds, the ladies would shriek and draw back, only to giggle after and whisper to each other.

Everyone knew King Henry to be competitive in sports. Charles Brandon was the only one who dared to challenge the king, he was opposite Henry and George, playing with William Carey. Will kept mostly to himself, he didn’t dislike Charles, but he didn’t like him either. He thought Charles to be a pompous windbag who didn’t care about anyone or anything. Will fiercely whacked the tennis ball way over the king’s head, and it hit the corner of the left court. The king started laughing vociferously and went to retrieve the ball.

“I’m quite impressed by your shots, my lord Carey,” the king commented, tossing the ball back to the opposite team.

“I hope I’m good competition for Your Majesty!” William replied, with a smile.

“And you won’t be a good courtier and let your king win?”

“Not every match!” William countered, providing the next serve to George Boleyn.

“Your Majesty, how does this help with the Great Matter?” Charles wondered, calling over the net.

“I needed to move, Your Grace. The number of books I’ve researched this morning on our law is infuriating. Once we have a game set and match, I’ll go back to scribbling away my reports for Rome itself.”

Charles smiled and shook his head, glancing over into the side courtyard where the women all stood, still fawning over the handsome men loudly playing tennis. About another fifteen minutes went by before they all stopped for a drink. They were complimented by several courtiers and gentlemen alike. Some secretly placed bets on the teams and who’d win. At least five or six lords placed bets on King Henry’s team. The king could hear coin purses jingling in the foreground of the tennis court. He couldn’t hear their conversation but - seriously, betting on the king? Henry thought he would tickle their fancy and up the wager. He walked over to the nets and peered over at three noblemen exchanging small, velvet bags.

“How much are you betting on me?” King Henry asked, startling the men.

The three men bowed deeply, their eyes lowered - not even daring to look at the great king.

“Ten pounds,” one commented, his voice hoarse as he spoke nervously.

“Ten? Surely I’m worth twenty. I’ll add onto the wager. Twenty pounds says I win this final match. Make it twenty and I’ll win.”

The men around bowed again, hardly able to contain their pure shock at the king’s demands. They did their best to not show they were shaking anxiously, having been called out by the king himself. He wore a smug expression on his face as he looked at them. He finished his glass of wine before giving it back to the measly pageboy that stood off to the corner, always carrying a stiff face doing his work in a ghostly manner. This time, for their second round of tennis, Henry stripped off his shirt and tossed it aside. He looked at the women and all of them were smiling. There were some soft gasps - whispering to each other that the king was shirtless, red cheeks and giggles from within the clusters of womenfolk.

They looked to the other young men, William was not so eager as the king had been. Mary was enough for him, he didn’t need to draw attention to himself. Charles, however, chose the latter. Charles easily pleased the crowd too, throwing his shirt too in the direction of the women. George scoffed with a chuckle and shook his head, amused.

“What’s the matter, Carey? Don’t want to tease the ladies?” Charles mocked, serving this time.

He hit the ball with a loud whack! It went flying across the court, nearly passing the king but Henry caught it and hit it towards William. The ball bounced at least once before Will caught it and sent it back to the king.

“I have a wife, thanks. I don’t need a side bitch.” Will answered, with a grunt as he put all his force into hitting the ball past King Henry and George, it flew right between them again, violently hitting the net behind the players. The crowds drew back at the contact.

“I’ve got a wife. What’s that got to do with anything? Your wife was a mistress, wasn’t she? She cheated on you,” Charles mocked, deliberately pushing his buttons, ignoring the harsh look the king sent him talking about Princess Mary in that way.

“Charles, do me a favor and shut up.” Will snapped, glaring at the Duke of Suffolk.

“Enough! You are both on the same side, the last thing I need is to dismiss you both. Let’s just finish this round and then call it even.” Henry exclaimed, loudly.

“How many points are we playing up to? We’re at 7-8 now,” Charles inquired.

“Let’s play to twelve,” the king answered.

The rounds kept going until there was a miss or a foul ball. In the end, King Henry and George won the game of tennis by sheer determination. The king refused to let Charles and Will win. He found his way to the noblemen and two of them paid him, each bag full of twenty shillings. Other bets had been placed, and other men won their earnings and happily went their way after the game was set. King Henry was glad to get some energy out - now he felt more focused again. Once he was relaxed, he made his way to the gardens of Hampton Court Palace. There was rather a large pond there with water so clear one could see straight to the bottom. It was a lovely sunny day out and it would be a perfect chance to go in. A handful of servants followed him, some already carrying towels and a pitcher full of wine, ready to serve the king wherever he went.

He told them to wait within the garden’s maze for him to have a chance to breathe. He dove in gracefully and swam to the other side, no doubt startling the fish that might have dwelled below the surface. He swam up, enjoying the feeling of moving through the water. Something about swimming (and even horseback riding) cleared his mind. He relaxed and it felt as though the weight lifted, for a brief, spectacular moment. Henry came up for air and walked out, lying on the grass to dry off in the sun. His attendants constantly hovered nearby, most irritably. He could hear them whispering and then waiting for the king’s instructions. He was just a man now, nothing to bother him with, not even the matter of divorce from Katherine.

“Will you shut up? I just want some little bit of peace while I can have it!” Henry shouted, glaring at his servants when he sat up.

They bowed and kept quiet. He went to lie back down and stare up at the sky, the sun enveloping him thoroughly now. He closed his eyes and breathed in deep. If only he could have a legitimate son, there wouldn’t be so much pressure. It constantly plagued his mind that he was his father’s failure. What good was his crown if he couldn’t hold onto it or preserve it for future generations?

“You are a prince; Arthur will be king. The weight of England will rest on his shoulders, and he will bring peace and prosperity across our great kingdom, and even with Spain. You will help your brother be the king England needs, no matter the cost.” Henry heard his father’s voice distantly, an old memory of when they were just fighting fit young boys. “You are the next to inherit until Arthur has a son of his own. Do you work diligently, and you will not disappoint me. Fail to do this, then your brother and England will fall.”

Arthur failed young. He’d always been rather sickly though, Henry remembered even when they would play, Arthur often coughed violently and got dizzy quite quickly. He spent most of his time secluded and resting, fearing that he might die, or a substantial injury could happen. Arthur was never left alone, if their mother could help it. Arthur would be protected at all costs, if any ailment overcame him, the best doctors were summoned. He had his own household and numerous servants to help him with absolutely everything - so deserving of the firstborn true Prince of England. And not only that, but everyone also else in court absolutely doted on Arthur. They’d loved and admired him and blessed him with every opportunity. He was the prince that everyone hoped for, it caused such a great revelry for when he was born - knowing the Tudor House was secure from their Yorkist threats. The War of the Roses well and truly ended; peace, at last, overwhelmed England after his birth.

Sighing heavily, Henry got up, running his fingers through his wet hair. He snapped his fingers twice and an attendant rushed over with the large towel cloth. Henry took it and the attendant stepped back again several paces. Henry dried himself off and walked back around the pond to grab his shirt and his boots. He slipped on the shirt and tossed the towel back to the servants before making his way back to the inner palace. He ran up the flight of stairs, skipping every other two and back to his office to continue work on the great matter of divorce. It would only be a matter of time before he could send this paperwork directly to the Pope. Now his thoughts were clear, he gained better focus and began fervently writing his reasonings and proof through scripture. He worked well into the night and wrote at least five pages worth of complaints over the twenty years of his marriage with Katherine.

Servants frequented the office, bringing him meals and drinks when he requested it. This was it. This would finally be the end of his first marriage. If this didn’t sway the Pope’s opinion, he didn’t know what would. He smiled to himself, leaning back in satisfaction after completing his dispensation report. Rome would have to submit to this. Before he would send it, he’d have Cardinal Wolsey read through it and perhaps Charlie Brandon. He would ask Cardinal Wolsey for his official seal on it as well, approving the whole thing and send it out on its way for Rome’s approval. He was confident of his own work and research that it could sway the House of Cardinals, with Wolsey’s backing. How could it not help?

Henry chuckled and placed the dried parchments into a leather-bound booklet for safekeeping and tied it off with a red ribbon, pouring his wax seal on it and stamping it shut with his initials, Henry Rex. He hid the booklet in the top left drawer and went to bed, completely gratified with his work.

. . . AB . . .