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Anne's stomach tied in knots when Madge timidly announced that the duke of Suffolk, was in her chambers and requesting to speak with her. Charles Brandon made her uneasy, definitely more so than some of her other enemies, while Cromwell and the others that she knew of were calculated and precise, the duke was not. She could never be quite sure as to his motives or even what he hoped to archive, and there was the way he looked at her perhaps that was what unnerved her the most, the dark and intense penetrating gaze that put an uncomfortable knot in her chest.

Slowly rising from the cherry oak chair she had been resting in, Anne gently placed her needlework on the nearest table and took a deep breath readying herself for whatever lay ahead. With a Steady stride Anne walked pass the curtains that separated her private bed chambers from her common room, Charles bowed slightly when he saw her "your majesty"

"Your grace" Anne replied with an incline of her head "What brings you here?"

The duke's dark blue eyes flickered around making a study of the room and her ladies in waiting, he pursed his lips "Your majesty, might I request to speak with you privately?"

Anne frowned wary of being alone with a man who very obviously did not wish her well, but never the less she motioned for her ladies to leave. When the door shut with a soft thud signalling that they were now alone, Charles seemed somewhat at a loss as to what to say, Anne wrung her hands waiting for him to end the silence that seemed to be stretching on, but when he continued to remain quiet she huffed "Your grace I assume you came here with a purpose"

His eyes snapped up to hers on hearing the slight bite in her words, and something akin to anger flared in expression. With a clenched jaw he regarded her "I came to inform you that his majesty will not be sharing your bed and board until further notice, as some distressing rumours have reached his ears and until he had got to the bottom of them, his majesty would prefer to keep all informal interactions to a minimum"

Anne gaped at him, "I..I.. What?!"

"Some distressing rumours have reached the king's ears…"

"Ridiculous lies that you no doubt, brought to the king's attention and then strived to convince him that they were truths!" she spat at him, she honestly could not believe it, the fact that henry could even entertain the idea that these horrid rumours were true was hurtful and dreadful enough, but that he had Charles Brandon deliver the news was the straw that broke that donkey's back. Anne imagined the duke had probably begged the king to let him be the one to distribute the news to the queen he so loathed.

"I had no part in these rumours believe me" Charles said irritably "And perhaps madam, if you had acted little bit more like the queen you are supposed to be, the king would not be so quick as to believe them!"

Anne glared heatedly at him "How dare you speak to me like that" taking a step forward she pointed a slender finger at him "I am a queen, the queen of England no less, I am the kings true wedded wife and I will not be spoken to like that, especially not by you!" the nerve of the man thinking that he could talk to her in that manner, however the fact that the duke's words were eerily similar to something George had once said to her only served to further fuel her anger.

"And what do you mean by especially not by me? Your majesty" Charles spoke mockingly, and Anne fought the urge to strike him.

"You, who have made your distain for me oh so clear, you the man who constantly plots and schemes to have me removed from my position as queen!"

Charles's eyes narrowed and there was a distinct edge to his words "Like you plotted and schemed to get there"

A deadly, calm fury swept over her and she curled her fingers into fists, nostrils flared Anne replied "I will remind you one last time who you are talking to," she then took a further step towards him, looking down her nose at the duke even though he stood almost a head taller than her "And may I also remind you your grace, that if it were not for my family and I, the king may never have forgiven you for marrying his sister, and you could very well be without a head right now"

Charles Brandon's growl was pure music to her ears.

"Your arrogance will be your downfall, I promise you that Suffolk" a smile crawled up upon Anne's face as she took in the venomous rage that gleamed brightly in his dark eyes.

"And you're a fool to make enemies with those now closest to the king"

"Make enemies? Huh! You were my enemy long before I ever did you any wrong Charles" Anne then shrugged "The odd thing is I honestly liked you when we first met, and even then after. Before you achieved what you wanted from my family and then revealed whose side you were truly on"

Anne looked melancholy, the effects of which made her looks take on a haunting beauty.

Charles's lips found hers unerringly, and she went ridged with shock, her body felt as though it was made from stone, heavy stone that made it near impossible for her to move. His lips pressed roughly over hers and tasted mildly of rich fruits making Anne wonder absentmindedly if he had been drinking wine before he came to deliver the kings news. It wasn't until Charles's tongue flickered along her bottom lip that she responded, shutting her eyes and slowly parting her lips allowing him to slip inside her mouth. Anne's knees went weak when he first caressed her tongue with his, but Charles grabbed her upper arms before she could fall. His kisses were different to henry's, the king's kisses were passionate, unyielding and demanding, while Charles's kisses were skilled, practiced, intoxicating and made her feel like a young maiden hungry for more.

He then pulled her hard up against him, pressing her firmly along him from shoulder to thigh. Heat rushed throughout her body and she grabbed at him, clinging on as though desperate for more contact. Anne whimpered as his large hands caressed their way down her back and over her waist, tracing her curves with authority until his hands cradled her bottom and her fevered flesh burnt. Charles then began to walk forcing her to move with him until he had her pressed firmly against the wall, Anne ripped her mouth from his and gasped for air, her fingers tangled in his hair pulling sharply as his mouth hungrily kissed its way along her porcelain jaw and down her neck.

Charles's lips then found her pulse point and sucked down hard, causing Anne to throw her head back and moan loudly. With a low growl of satisfaction, he shifted his hold and lifted her up, making her instinctively wrap her legs around his waist the best she could in her heavily layered dress. Their lips quickly meant once more in a violent and frenzied battle of dominance, their teeth scrapped and tongue clashed and wanton moans vibrated between them. Liquid fire rushed through Anne's veins down to the apex between her thighs, and a scorching need grew there making her roll her hips against his harden manhood in a flustered attempt to ease the throbbing. The action caused them both to freeze, Charles slowly pulled his head away from hers, the dazed and confused look painted on his face she was sure mirrored her own, that and the lusty want that danced in his rich blue eyes. Anne loosen her grip of his shoulders and he let her slide slowly down until her feet touched the ground, their heavy pants being the only sound to be heard.

Charles then sluggishly stepped away from her turning his back and running his hands through his hair in a frustrated motion before quickly turning back to stare at her with a accusing scowl. Oh of course he was going to blame it all on her, even though it was him that practically jumped her. Anne then glared back at him trying desperately to ignore the dampness between her thighs.

"Get out" she growled, pointing a sender finger at the door

His nostrils flared, but he irately straighten out his clothing and then did as she had ordered. Slamming the door behind him without a word. It was only then that Anne cried out in horror at what had happen and what very well could have happen if they hadn't stopped, what some part of her had wanted to happen. She couldn't understand why she had let him do that to her or even why he would want to, Charles Brandon hated her and she him, so why did he kiss her and why did she response like some wanton whore? It seemed that the second his lips touched hers that her body had betrayed her and her mind had left her.

Oh god! Anne thought what if my ladies heard?

Bloody Charles Brandon.

Urrgh I'm not sure if I like this, but I just can't be asked to do anymore on it.

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