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Chapter 1

A/N: Hey, everyone! I know a lot of you that are reading Maistresse en Tire are probably thinking, 'what is she doing starting another story? she hasn't even updated the first one.' I'm starting this story because I'm participating in NaNoWriMo'11. Also I want to throw out there that this was inspired by The Haunting by . Her story's amazing and I think anyone reading this should go check it out. I actually expressed this idea in a review to her story, but she was taking her story a different direction, so I thought I'd do it myself. Anyway I just want you all to know that even though I'm writing this I still plan to update Maistresse en Titre. Hopefully you guys like this story as much as my other one. Enjoy!

Hampton Court

May 19, 1537

"I have heard that the Queen hasn't developed a hankering for anything." Brandon commented.

"Indeed." Henry muttered focused on the hunt. He hadn't been out in months due to all of the rain and the pain in his leg.

"That's a bit odd, is it not?" Brandon asked as he scanned the area absently.

"I doubt it means anything." Thomas piped in sending a glare towards Brandon's back.

"Some women don't." Edward agreed sharing a look with his brother. It would be of no good if Brandon was whispering doubts into the King's ear. Brandon had seemed to be on their side when that whore, Anne Boleyn, was alive, had that changed?

"Dr. Linacre said it was perfectly normal." Henry had already asked and been assured it meant nothing. Cravings depended on the woman just as any other pregnancy symptom did. "Does anyone see that?" Henry squinted as he tried to make out the figure. "Up on our right."

All three men looked, but didn't see anything. "Nothing, Your Majesty." Brandon said as he looked back at the Seymour brothers.

"I see it." Henry kicked his horse and took off toward whatever he saw.

"Your Majesty!"

"Your Majesty! Where are you going?"

"Your Majesty!" Edward look to the two men beside him. "Do we follow?" Thomas looked ready to say yes, but Brandon answered first.

"No. He'll be back." Thomas frowned and looked to his brother, who only shrugged.

Henry saw the figure becoming clearer, but just as he could make out a young women on horse she took off. Henry urged his horse faster in an attempt to catch up. He had to know who she was.

"Stop!" He yelled. She stopped her horse after a good fifty yards and Henry easily caught up. "Who are you?" He asked as he came up from behind her.

"Anne." She turned her face to look at him as he stopped a little in front of her. "Anne Boleyn."

Henry gasped. "It's not possible." Henry stated as he tried to explain what was happening.

"Not that impossible it turns out." Anne waited a moment for him to catch his bearings before asking, "How did you see me?"

"What?" Henry asked bewildered.

"'No one has ever been able to see me." Anne explained. She had spent a year dead and never had this happened.

"How long have you been around?" Henry asked stunned.

"A year to the day. Don't you know what today is, Henry?" Anne knew that they had, obviously, not been on good terms, but how could he forget the day she was executed.

"Of course I do. I'm not stupid." Henry snapped. "Its the 19th of May." Anne's eyebrows rose as she waited for Henry to get it. "The day you died," He finished.

"Death isn't all we make it out to be." Anne said casually as she stroked her raven horse.

"Not for you." Henry pointed an accusing finger at her. "You're a witch! Only a witch could haunt me."

"If only that were true then perhaps I wouldn't have died innocent for one charge against me would have been true for God knows the others were not." Henry clenched his fist to control his anger as he opened his mouth to make a snide retort, but she just disappeared. Not even the horse was left.

Henry took a few minutes to collect himself. He couldn't believe that witch was back. He had thought for sure he had rid himself of her when he had severed her head from her body, but he should have known she would come back to ruin his life even in death. She couldn't leave him to be happy with his beloved Jane and unborn son.

"Your Majesty! Where did you go?" Thomas asked as soon as Henry was close enough.

"Just chasing after nothing." Henry muttered. Brandon recognized his friend's mood and waited silently, unlike Thomas who began talking immediately. "The hunt is over." Henry interrupted his brother-in-law. He wasn't in the mood anymore. She had ruined it.

"Three hares isn't a bad catch." Edward commented as he fell into line with his brother. Thomas and Brandon only glared over at him. Edward got the hint and fell silent.

Henry ignored his friends behind him and urged his horse into a gallop, racing ahead. Brandon sighed and went a little faster, but not nearly fast enough to catch up with the King.

Thomas muttered a, "Wonderfully done," as he passed his brother.

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"Get out." Henry barked as he spotted many courtiers lingering about his chambers. He was in no mood to be around people who only wanted his favor for their own ambition. "Now!" Henry watched as they all scattered and he felt relief as he was finally alone.

He had seen her. Anne Boleyn was not a name he had ever thought to think again, although he knew that he had given her some thought on his wedding day to Jane he had made a promise to himself that he would never think of her again for his beloved Jane was his future. Anne was a witch and an adulterous. She had committed many sins against God and himself.

A knock broke Henry's thoughts and he sighed annoyed. He pushed himself up and opened his door with force. "Jane."

"My lord." Jane took a slight step back at the anger in her husbands eyes. He had never been anything, but sweet and gentle with her. "I thought perhaps we might go for a walk in the gardens for you returned earlier from your hunting trip."

"No." Henry was short with her for he was not pleased to be interrupted. He had seen her ghost today and he didn't wish to pretend that he was jolly when he felt anything but.

"Is everything all right?" Jane asked concerned. He was paler than normal. She wondered if he was ill.

"Fine."

"You look unwell." Jane pushed.

"I said I was well." Henry seethed. Jane could feel the anger radiating from the King and she knew that if she did not leave she would finally see the famous tudor temper. Jane curtsied and hurried away ignoring their ladies as they followed after her bewildered.

Henry shook his head and slammed his door shut. He had frightened her. He had not meant to, but he knew that he had to be gentle with Jane. She was not like his past wives. The reminder of Anne brought him back to his precious thoughts. She was still tormenting him. Only a witch could continue to torment him, the King of England, from her grave. A grave she had occupied for exactly a year. A whole year she had said she had been watching. Was she around always? He imagined that since he saw her earlier he would continue to see her from now on, so he was quite positive that she was not with him now. Where did she go after she had disappeared? And her horse had disappeared with her. How is it he never saw her before? She said no one had. Was she alone? Was she restricted to those woods? He didn't think that were true for he had only heard of the dead being restricted to the places they died, but then again Anne had not died in the woods they were in. Perhaps she was free to go where she pleased, but he thought that too much freedom for God to give such a monstrous person. Why had God allowed him to see her after so much time had passed? He did not wish to see her or to have anything to do with her. He loved Jane and she was his true wife. His wife that would deliver him his long needed heir in five months time. Jane was his rightful wife and Queen. Anne was nothing but a traitor. Henry decided right then that just because he could see her did not mean that he had to let her affect him or his life. Anne Boleyn had been nothing to him the past year and she would continue to be nothing.

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"The King." Henry walked into the Great Hall and nodded at a few favored courtiers. As Henry reached his throne he found Jane sitting in hers. Her father and brothers on her side and Brandon and Cromwell on his.

"Sweetheart." Henry smiled and brought her hand to his lips. "You are well?"

"Yes. Both of us." Jane's voice was quite, more so than usual and she knew it was because of the King's earlier anger. The anger that seemed to have disappeared.

"I'm pleased." Jane nodded and put a smile on her face not wanting to upset him.

Henry kept hold of her hand, but looked at at all of Court. He knew that a few were gossiping over his earlier mood, but as far as he was concerned it was to be forgotten.

Henry turned to Brandon as he saw a young maiden at the center of the room. He had seen her multiple times before and knew that she was a lady-in-waiting to Jane. "Charles?"

"Yes, Your Majesty." Brandon answered surprised. He thought for sure that Henry would be a nightmare tonight.

"Who is she?" Henry nodded and then looked over to Jane to make sure she was not upset.

"Lady Ursula Misseldon. She has been at Court for a year or so." Henry didn't say anything for a moment as he watched her. Surely Jane would be hurt if she knew, but she could not deny that it was his right, especially while she was with child and unable to lie with him. "Should I speak to her?"

"No." Henry looked away from her and to Jane. "Not tonight."

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Henry turned once more as he tried to fall asleep. His guard was already sound asleep next to him and he knew that the boy was a heavy sleeper. Henry often wondered why the boy had this position if he would not wake easily to an attacker, but never dismissed him from the post. He had been in bed for hours. Perhaps he should have taken Lady Misseldon to bed that night. He would surely have slept if he had. Henry turned once more so he was on his back. He thought about having a mural painted over his bed. It would give him something to ponder on nights like these.

"Henry." He froze as he heard the voice. He had promised himself she would not matter anymore than she had yesterday. "Henry?" Still he made no indication he heard her. "You can't hear me." Anne sighed frustrated. Of course he couldn't hear her she was dead, after all.

"I can." Henry felt himself giving into her, but it felt as thought it were someone else.

"Why did you not answer?" Anne asked confused.

"You do not matter." Henry voiced his thoughts hoping that saying them aloud would make it easier.

"No, I suppose that the fact that you loved me for ten years and I gave you a beautiful, clever daughter would matter nothing." Anne couldn't believe this. She had hoped that he had opened up to the idea that he could see her since she had left him in the woods.

"You bewitched me."

"No. I am not a witch, Henry." Anne knew that Henry always had to blame others. He couldn't even admit to loving her of his own freewill. "You fell in love with me on your own, just as I fell in love with you."

"You never loved me." Henry scoffed and finally looked over to her. She was standing at the end of his bed in a dress of gold. She was almost too bright to look at.

Anne's laugh sounded cynical even to Henry's ears as she told him, "No and I never reread the letters you wrote me, or agonized over what to write back, or how to tell you I loved you for the first time. My heart never raced when you would kiss my hand or looked at me as if I was the only one. I never realized that I could see myself spending forever with you because I loved you and not because my family wished it so. No, Henry, you're right. I never loved you."

"You lie." Henry refused to believe she had loved him. "Your dead, Anne. It's time to stop lying."

"I was never the liar, you were." Anne hated that he would reject her after everything she had admitted. She had loved him and she still did, despite everything

"I never lied to you!" Henry shot up in bed and attempted to control his breathing.

Anne's eyes shot over to the groom as he moved. When she looked back to Henry his eyes were on his groom. "You should lower your voice. You could wake the dead."

Henry rolled his eyes but kept watch over his groom. He didn't need the boy to wake up and hear him yelling at a ghost. "We can't do this hear."

"No? He can't hear me."

"Meet me in the gardens at noon tomorrow." Henry knew that his promise was going to be impossible if he followed through in meeting her.

"I don't see the point." Anne wasn't sure she wanted to be talking to him now. She definitely didn't want to agree to see him tomorrow. "This was a mistake."

Henry couldn't believe her. She had sought him out. "I command you."

"I'm dead, Henry." What could he possibly threaten her with? "Besides I don't matter, remember?"

"Anne!" Henry yelled as she disappeared. That trick of hers was starting to get on his nerves. It was bad enough when she would leave for Hever when they were fighting, but at least he had been able to follow her.

"Your Majesty, What's wrong?" Henry glanced over at the boy on his right.

"Nothing." The boy looked around and shrugged before laying back down. He was asleep within minutes unlike the King who didn't sleep the rest of the night.

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May 20, 1537

Henry looked out the window that overlooked the gardens he was suppose to be in. It was minutes from when he said he would meet Anne, but he wasn't sure he was going or if she was for that matter. He shouldn't, he knows that. Anne was his past and she was a wretched part of his past. She was a witch and adulterer. She was nothing and he shouldn't have spoken to her the night before. Henry absolved himself to go to the gardens and tell Anne in no uncertain terms was she to be in his sight ever again. He was done with her and her witchcraft.

Henry confidant in his ability to finally be rid of Anne Boleyn he made his way to the gardens. He walks around a few times, but does not see her. He thinks back to the night before and how she hadn't agreed to meet him. He waited a few minutes longer before becoming impatient and calling out, "Anne!" She appeared after he yelled it a third time. "I said noon."

"Excuse me, Your Majesty, I was looking after our daughter for Elizabeth needs at least one parent to look after her." Anne mocked him.

Henry just stared at her before asking, "Can she see you?" Henry shuddered at the thought that she was filling their daughter's head with evil thoughts of him.

"I don't think so." Anne said quietly.

"You don't think so?" Henry didn't believe her. She would know if their daughter could see her.

"At times I thought she might, but she never acknowledges my presence." Anne wished more than anything that Elizabeth saw her as Henry did.

"Are there others?" Henry finally asked.

"Others?"

"Are there others where you are? People I cannot see." Henry clarified.

"No." Anne had looked for others, but there were none to be found. "I spend all my time with Elizabeth."

"Not yesterday in the woods. You weren't with Elizabeth." Henry wondered if perhaps that was the first time she had come to see him and that was why he'd never seen her.

"No. I spend some time with you, but I spend most of it with my daughter." Anne had watched Henry marry Jane. She didn't spend much time watching Henry, but she had spent some time doing so in the last year.

"Our daughter." Henry corrected. He may have doubted he was Elizabeth's father when Anne was found guilty, but he knew Elizabeth was his. Anne didn't say anything. "Do you know what will happen?"

"If I did, I could not tell you." Henry glared at her. It was his life and he deserved to know.

"Why?" He demanded.

"If you knew you would change things and I never said I did." Anne did not think she knew the future, but she hadn't tried.

"You're lying." Henry accused.

"You always think I'm lying to you. Do you think its possible for me to tell the truth?"

"No." Henry didn't trust her.

"Fine. At the very least you could look after our daughter." Anne had watched her little girl grow out of her dresses and her tutors no longer came.

"I look after her just fine." Henry snapped.

"She did not have gowns!" Anne protested.

"She has some now, does she not?" Henry was not sure if she did, but Anne had used the past tense.

"She no longer has tutors. She may not be a princess in your eyes, but she is still a royal child." Anne knew that without the proper education her daughter would never stand a chance of obtaining the throne.

"She will. Cromwell is hiring new ones." Henry made a mental note to tell Cromwell to hire new tutors for Elizabeth.

"You do not visit her."

"I am busy." Henry defended. He hadn't been able to see their daughter for she was too much like Anne.

"You have time to argue with a ghost, but not spend time with our daughter?" Anne knew that Henry could do anything he wanted. Nothing was stopping him from seeing Elizabeth except himself.

"You are not days away."

"That's no excuse. She's your daughter!" Anne couldn't stand the sight of him anymore. Henry just watched as she vanished. There was no point in yelling after her.

Henry didn't realize he wouldn't see her for three days.