Edited 14/02/2018
Henry was angry this was not un-normal. He seemed to be like that most days. He had started the hunt with the idea that he would kill something and his mind would be at rest. Charles, his friend and former brother-in-law, was with him noticed the mood of his friend and king.
"I am just going to get a drink," said Henry knowing that there was a lake with spring water nearby.
"Of course your majesty," said Charles. "Would you like me to come with you?"
"No Charles," said Henry walking away holding his horse's reins towards the water.
Walking through the wooded area to reach the water's edge Henry noticed some clothing and a bow and set of arrows on a larger of the rocks around the pool. The water was a pure blue-green colour there was not polluted like many others that he knew. Then he saw her. First her pale white skin the curve of her back past the peach of her ass. Her dark hair was wrapped around her head. She turned, and he saw the moulds of her breasts and as he looked farther down in between her long legs was a triangle of dark hair on her private area. He looked away from the vision in front of him. Then back turns her but she was no longer there. She was under the small waterfall the water running down her body. He believed that she was an angel different from both his wife Katherine and his mistress Jane.
"What are you looking at?" said a female voice behind him. Henry turned and faced the Angel. "It is not nice to look at a maiden when she is bathing."
"I am very sorry," Henry saw that she was standing on the large rock that she had put her clothes.
"Your Majesty," called Charles not very far away from them. Henry noticed that the angel was wearing a man's shirt which was still wet from her wash and leather trousers. Both showed off her figure more than was fashionable or proper for a young woman to wear. Then a second that she had heard the voice she had climbed onto his back with a knife to his throat.
"Ok your Majesty you are to call back and tell your man that you are fine," whispered the Angel into his ear her lips very close to him. He could feel her breast up against his back.
"Ok, I will ok?" Henry said. "I'm fine Charles I will be with you in a minute."
"Of course my lord," called Charles back to Henry.
The angel got down on Henry's back, and he felt the loss of it the warmth.
The dark hair angel sat down on the rock again and looked up at him. Her eyes he noticed for the first time was grey with a mixture of blue. He thought that they were beautiful.
"So are you the King or something?" she asked.
"Yes my lady," said Henry.
"I'm no lady," whispered the girl. Henry thought that she must have been younger than twenty years.
"What is your name?" Henry asked.
"I am not going to tell you," she said standing up and walking away from him.
"I need to know the name of the lady that has taken my heart," said Henry walking up behind her.
"Your Majesty I know the game you are playing, and I am never going to fall for it," said the dark-haired beauty. She put her two of her fingers into her mouth and whistled a short tune. A small white horse walked up towards her. "Good girl," she said to the horse hugging it. "I am going now. But warn you do not follow me," and with that, she climbed onto the horse and rode off away from Henry.
Henry took his horse back to his men and rode back to the palace with a look of joy on his face.
"Husband your mind is everywhere but here. Whatever is the matter?" asked Katherine when Henry and Katherine were eating dinner that evening.
"Katherine I met someone today when we were out riding, and they would not tell me their name," said Henry.
"Maybe you will meet them again," said Katherine her voice thick with her Spanish accent.
"I hope so," said Henry smiling at his wife.
There was a knock at the door.
"Come in," called Henry towards it.
"Your Majesties Charles Brandon is here to see you," said the servant.
"Let him in," said Henry.
"Your Majesties," said Charles bowing to the King and Queen. "We have found out who has been stealing game and other animals from his Majesties' land."
"Who was it?" asked Henry thinking about who it could be.
"This," Charles clicked his fingers and the guards dragged in a small figure wearing a thick woollen cap which covered its hair and most of its face. "We have tried to take off the cap, but the thief will not let us take it from them."
"That is because you all are bastards and I was feeding the people something that none of you would," said the small figure. Henry stood up and walked over to the prisoner. With his hand placed under the figures chin, he forced it up so that he could see the criminals face when he saw the face he dropped his hands and moved away.
"Young lad why do you think that we are not looking after the people?" asked Henry who know that it was a female the same female from the lake that day but played along.
"Because they do not have the food that they need and you lot are in your big castles and palaces with more food than people like to see in a lifetime," said the figure.
"You may all leave," said Henry looking from Katherine to Charles and the guards. "And leave the lad."
"Of course your Majesty," they all said. When they were all gone, Henry turned back the female figure.
"I am going to let you free to go on your way but on one condition," said Henry removing the hat from the females head. "Tell me your name and I will let you go free," Henry replied.
"Anne, Anne Boleyn," whispered the girl. And with that, she took her hat and walked out of the room and found her horse and rode again away from Henry for the second time in one day. But this time Henry had her name.
And with this name on his lips, he fell asleep that night and dreamed of the raven-haired beauty.