Takes place during 1x14, what happened after Henry and Catherine threw the body out the window. I own nothing.

I picked her up, Catherine grabbed a shawl to help. I felt closer to her now, I wasn't sure she'd help me. Together we walked over to the window. I lifted her up and dropped her.

"Quick we can't be found here," I said. Catherine nodded. We were halfway to the back stairs when we heard voices. Catherine stopped and glanced at me, as if she were evaluating something.

"Come to my chambers their closer and we have to get rid of those clothes." I glanced at my clothes, she was right, there was a lot of blood on my clothes. I heard voices getting closer. I saw the shadows of the approaching figures. There was a small opening to my left that we could both fit into. I grabbed Catherine's arm and pulled her in the space. Someone walking by wouldn't be able to see inside of here.

"Henry what..." Catherine started to hiss. I stopped her by putting my hand over her mouth. I motioned for her to be quiet. The men ran past. We waited a few seconds to be sure the coast was clear. I didn't hear anything. I stepped out of the hiding spot. I grabbed Catherine's arm and pulled her the rest of the way to her chambers. Once we were inside Catherine looked at the blood on my clothes again.

"Take your shirt off and through it in the fire."

"You're going to burn it?"

"We involve the servants now can we."

"What about your clothes?"

"The blood isn't very noticeable on the red fabric." I gave up and began to unlace my shirt. The ties ended in a knot. I forced to once again ask for Catherine's help.

"A little help." Catherine chuckled as she walked over to help me. Catherine had to stand on her tiptoes to see the chord. Her nails grazed my chest sending shivers up my spine. Once the shirt was off I thought of another problem.

"What happens when they come to inform us of the duchess death?"

"I hadn't thought about that." She started to think I went and sat on her bed. Her eyes lit up.

"Get in the bed."

"What?"

"Get in the bed, I'll be there in a minute." She grabbed her robe and went behind the curtain. I did as she commanded. She came back with from what I could tell just the robe on. She sat down on the other side of the bed. I knew what she was up to now. That clever woman.

"Pretend to be asleep." I did so. A few minutes the announcement came. Catherine handled that to. Once the informant had left Catherine crawled out.

"Where are you going?"

"To put a nightgown on."

"Do you want me to leave?"

"Only if you want to." I got comfy in her bed and fell asleep, not wanting morning to come. That was when Catherine and I would have to offer our symphyses. I woke the next morning with Catherine in my arms. I placed a kiss on her forehead and left to dress for the morning. I met Catherine at the end of the hall before the throne room. We walked in together. Only to be stopped by Nostradamus who informed us that one of his patients had stabbed a priest with his cross. Catherine told him we had other things to do. I smiled at that. We spoke to the duke. The duke was upset. The letter, which Catherine wrote, was proven to be a fake. The duchess couldn't write. We are toast I thought. Catherine managed to get us out of that to. She told some phony story about how she had walked in on the duchess with her lover. She then led us to the dead priest and told him that the priest had been the lover. The duke asked us if we would just say she drowned accidentally. That was fine with me. I didn't get in trouble. Though all of the credit goes to Catherine. On our way back to the throne room I told Catherine a poem I remembered that I'd told her a long time ago. The sun was shining through the window behind her making her hair look even more beautiful then it was. I suddenly felt the need to kiss her.

"Stay with me." I whispered to her. Then before she could stop me I kissed her. She didn't respond at first but slowly she began to. Suddenly I heard voices coming. Those voices suddenly stopped when they saw what was going on between their rulers. Catherine sprang back from me and glanced over to see who had stopped talking. It was Mary and her ladies. Kenna stormed by, giving me the evil eye. She stopped and whispered something to me.

"How could you. I'll get you for this." I glanced at her as she left. Mary and her ladies walked by to go comfort Kenna.

"Come on Henry." Catherine pulled me into the throne room for the day's audience. All threw it I kept glancing at Catherine and thinking about what Kenna had said earlier. 'What could she possibly do?'