First Meeting
Hello everybody! Here is a new Tudor story for you all to (hopefully) enjoy! The song that I used in this chapter is 'A Dream is a Wish Your Heart Makes' from Cinderella. I don't own the song, or the Tudors! I only own the plot!
In the sixteenth century, there lived a young woman named Anne Boleyn. She lived in Hever Castle with her younger brother, George. Her elder sister Mary was married and lived away with her husband of six years, William Carey. But Anne knew that Mary was not happy with her marraige. She didn't love her husband but she had had no say in it whatsoever. It was all down to their father, Thomas Boleyn and their uncle, the Duke of Norfolk. So after hearing from Mary about how unhappy she was, Anne vowed never to marry anybody until she had found someone who loved her for herself. And her mother agreed with her decision.
'You will find somebody Anne. It doesn't matter how long it takes. But always marry for love.' her mother often told her.
On this particular day, Anne was wandering around the fields with George. At eighteen years old, Anne had grown into a beautiful young woman. With her long dark hair, beautiful blue eyes and fair white skin, she caught the eyes of many men. But Anne felt nothing for any of them. She would hopefully find her true love someday. That's what she so desperately hoped.
'Come on Anne! Let's go to the waterfall!' said George. The two of them rushed through the fields until they reached their little secret haven.
The waterfall was the only place where Anne and George could have a little peace and quiet away from their father and uncle's plans. They would sit and read their books or Anne would sing for she had a beautiful voice, the most beautiful in all of England.
'What was Father planning this time do you think?' asked Anne sitting beneath a tree. 'As far as I could hear he was planning on visiting Sir John Seymour and arranging a marraige. But I don't know which one of us he's planning to marry off.' George told her. 'We'll see what happens George. Let's just relax here for now at least.' sighed Anne.
'Sing a song Anne?' asked George. 'George...' 'Please...for me?' he pleaded. Anne smiled and rolled her eyes. 'Oh alright then.' she answered. Anne took a deep breath and started to sing.
'A dream is a wish your heart makes...
When you're fast asleep...
In dreams you lose your heartaches
Whatever you wish for, you keep...'
George loved to hear his sister sing. She had a beautiful voice and enchanted all those who listened.
But what they didn't know was that somebody else was listening to her, right at that moment.
The King of England, Henry Tudor was out riding on his horse with his friend Charles Brandon, the Duke of Suffolk. He was a handsome young king with dark black hair and piercing blue eyes. He was looking for a wife and Queen but so far, none of the women he had seen had captured his heart.
Until he heard that voice and in an instant, he was enraptured.
'Do you hear that Charles?' King Henry asked his friend. 'I do, Your Majesty.' Charles answered, although he wasn't really listening- he was starving hungry and was eager to get back to the palace for the feast.
'Go on ahead Charles, I will catch up with you in a bit.' said King Henry. 'Yes Your Majesty.' obeyed Charles, galloping off to the palace. The King moved his horse towards the voice.
'Have faith in your dreams and someday,
Your rainbow will come smiling through...
No matter how your heart is grieving,
If you keep on believing,
The dream that you wish will come true.'
George applauded his sister proudly. 'Amazing Anne. It was just amazing.' he complimented. Anne laughed and took a mock-bow. 'I am not amazing. Not really George.' she said.
'I'm just going back to get my book. I'll be back in a few moments Anne.' said George, getting up and running back to Hever Castle. On her own, Anne leaned back against the tree and sang again.
'A dream is a wish your heart makes...
When you're fast asleep...
In dreams you lose your heartaches
Whatever you wish for, you keep...'
King Henry got off his horse and moved through the trees, closer towards the voice.
And then he saw her.
He gazed in awe at the beautiful young woman sitting underneath the tree, singing softly to herself. 'Beautiful...' he whispered.
'Have faith in your dreams and someday,
Your rainbow will come smiling through...
No matter how your heart is grieving,
If you keep on believing,
The dream that you wish will come true.'
Anne stopped singing and closed her eyes for a moment.
Suddenly, she found herself being pulled up onto her feet. And she found herself staring into the eyes of King Henry Tudor.
'Oh...oh...oh God...oh God!' she gasped, stepping back in shock. The King smiled at her gently. 'Forgive me my lady. I did not mean to frighten you.' he said. 'N-not at all... Your Majesty.' stammered Anne, curtseying quickly. 'Who are you?' he asked quickly. 'Anne Boleyn, Your Majesty.' 'The daughter of Sir Thomas Boleyn, am I correct?' 'Yes Your Majesty.'
King Henry looked at the woman. 'Forgive me for intruding on you like this. Were you the one singing just a few moments ago?' he asked. Anne nodded slowly. 'Yes Your Majesty.' she whispered. 'Never have I ever been more enchanted by anything like it.' he said.
Hearing that, Anne blushed a bright red at the King of England complimenting her, a simple young girl about her singing. He stepped closer to her. His fingers brushed against Anne's hand accidentally, sending a strong warmth through Anne's body.
'I have heard a lot of people sing before in my life, but none of them have sung anything as beautiful and captivating as you have, Anne Boleyn.' he whispered in her ear. 'I thank you for your kind words Your Majesty. It is an honour for me to hear that from the King of England.' answered Anne quietly.
The King gazed at the woman before his eyes slowly, carefully. He took in her long dark hair, his fingers itching to run through it. Her pale, white skin as flawless as the face of a porcelean doll. And her eyes; as blue as his own, maybe more so, bright like the sky above.
'It is not only your voice that is beautiful and endearing though, Anne Boleyn.' King Henry said dreamily. His hand brushed against her cheek, causing Anne's breath to hitch in her throat.
'Anne! Anne Boleyn! Anne! You need to come back now; Mother's looking for you! Anne!'
King Henry and Anne froze at the sound of George Boleyn, calling his sister's name.
'Forgive me Your Majesty, but I must leave you now.' said Anne. She curtseyed quickly and started to move off when she felt a hand, holding her from walking away. She looked back at the King.
'This will not be the last time that you will see me Anne Boleyn. I will return very soon. I can promise you that.' said King Henry, looking Anne straight in the eye.
'Your Majesty.' said Anne shakily, curtseying once more before running back through the fields to her brother.
'There you are! You took your time!' joked George. 'Forgive me George. I was feeling quite tired and I must have fallen asleep. I woke up when I heard you call.' lied Anne smoothly.
'Come on then. Mother's been looking for you. She wants to talk to you.' With that George and Anne returned to Hever Castle.
As they reached the castle, George looked at his sister. 'Are you alright Anne? You look very pale.' he said. 'I'm fine George, don't worry. I'm just a little tired.' answered Anne softly.
That was all she could say. She didn't have the courage to tell George that she had just met the King of England...and had just fallen in love with him.
To Be Continued. Next chapter... courtship begins between Anne and Henry and George learns of his sister's secret desires. Until next time- please rate and review!