Hello everyone, This is my story on how Anne and Henry should have went. I like all the wives but Anne is my favorite. The tudors is a first for me so please do not judge so harshly.
Well on with the show
Lacrymosa
January 1534
He looked up to see her there. Lying in bed with the covers pulled to her chin and a blank expression tormenting her lovely features. His fingers gripped the fabric of his trousers. Inside he was crying, but a king doesn't cry, not now. Not after what had happen the woman he loved had just lost his son. He forced himself to walk to her and sat on the edge of the bed looking down at her. She didn't move or even look at him. The flames danced in her eyes as a single tear ran down her cheek. Slowly he wiped the tear away before kissing her on her forehead.
"I'm going to make no public announcement of what has happened." He stood up hopping she would be grateful for what he was doing for her. King Henry waited a moment for her to speak and when she did not, he started to leave.
"Thank you, your Majesty," She whispered not even bothering to look at him or move. Anne let the tears fall as he left her chambers. She did what every woman feared. She had lost her second child, her boy that would make this realm a Golden world and would secure her place as Queen. She wanted to prove that she could do it and to prove that she was England's rightful Queen and not that Spanish broad.
She had been lying like this for a few hours, as the physician had poked and prodded at her. One told her that the fetus had the appearance of a male and that they couldn't understand why she had miscarried. Anne knew she was perfectly healthy. They gave her a tonic and told her to stay in bed for a few days than she would be back at court and everything would be as it should. But for some reason she didn't feel that way. When she was pregnant, the world was at her feet. The king noticed her more, whispers had stopped, and her father was being a lot more fatherly than normal, but she didn't mind. Being locked away gave her time to think of what to do next. To capture the King again, she would have to be her charming, dark self as she was when he was courting her. She began smiling to herself. She had a plan.
King Henry stormed to his chambers, as far away from her as he could. She did it just like Katherine had. They had both lost his boys, all the years wasted and the time spent trying to get her by his side and she does this. She should be grateful, with what everything he had done for her. From the new gowns to the crown on her head, she had promised him his great desire and yet she failed. He slowed his pace. The courtiers would become suspicious if they seen him running from the queens chambers. He nodded and smiled at the passing nobles, wanting to get to his chambers as quickly as possible. The groom opened the door and to his surprise, he seen the Duke of Suffolk standing at the end of his great table.
"Charles," He smiled, drawing his friend into a hug.
"Your Majesty, you look well," He returned the hug.
"I am. Would you care to go on a hunt with me tomorrow," The King sat down, motioning for Charles to sit as well. "Before the snow begins to fall?"
"I would love too. I've heard some bad news," He sat down. "How is the Queen? Is she well?"
"I'm only telling you this because you are my friend and I can trust you, but she miscarried," The King looked distraught. "I told her we would make no public announcement of our tragedy. The physician's do not know what had caused it. She is perfectly healthy, especially now after the sweat has had her in its clutches. Maybe it's the stress of court," Henry leaned back as a groom poured him and Charles some ale.
"May I speak freely, your Majesty," He questioned, waiting for Henry to nod. "Some could be from stress. Your sister miscarried our first child because she was worried about what you were going to do with us once you found out."
"I see. You bring up a good point, Charles," He said as he rubbed his growing beard. "Maybe next time she becomes pregnant, I'll send her somewhere where she won't have stress and is away from the courts' horrid eye."
Charles nodded in agreement before going on with the news. "King Francis and his council have agreed on the betrothal of the Duke of Angouleme and your daughter, the Princess Elizabeth," he continued on. "King Francis would like to visit and sign a treaty, as well as a written statement about your daughter and his son's marriage so that we are forever allied with France."
Henry jumped from his seat, "That is great news! We must celebrate."
Queen Anne looked up as there was a knock.
"Nan, who is it," Anne asked, as her head lady in waiting appeared in the doorway.
"It is your father, your majesty," She said, as she kept her head down.
"Let him in," She stated setting down her needle work, as her father stormed into her chamber. "Ladies, you're dismissed for now," Anne waved them off and waited for the verbal abuse that never ceases to amaze her.
"What did you do," He yelled "What did you do to kill the baby?"
"I don't know what I did," She said, looking down at her flattening belly. "Believe me, father. I was so careful."
"You're supposed to deliver the King a son and you can't accomplish that if you're losing them left and right. What did the King say about it," He continued to yell, so the whole court knew their business.
"He said that he wasn't going to make a public announcement and that he wished for me to have a speedy recovery. I do feel better," She stated, smiling a bit.
"Get your head out of the clouds and back in the Kings bed, where it belongs. You're not going to produce sons while lying here in bed, now are you? We can't lose the Kings love. It would be a mistake for all of us," he said in a normal tone. "You have two months to get pregnant again or else," he left slamming the door on his way out.
Anne looked down at her needle work. He was right and she knew it. She couldn't lose his love. She worked seven long years for this moment, to become his wife and to produce his children. She didn't want to lose everything she had worked for. Two months to get pregnant or else. This made her angry. How dare he tell her or else. She was the queen of England and she would be damned if her father told her or else.
"Nan!" Anne yelled
"Yes, ma'am," She bowed.
"Prepare me a bath and draw my clothes, please."
"Are you feeling well enough to attend the celebration, Your Majesty," Nan asked and began going through her trunks.
"Yes, I do," she smiled throwing back the blankets as the King was announced. Lady Nan bowed and continued to look through the trunk as Henry looked at his wife.
"My Lord," She smiled, trying to get off the bed.
"Wait. Let me help you," He hurried to her side and gently grabbed her hands. Her smile widened as he began to pull her up off the bed and into his arms. "How are you feeling?"
"Better than I was, now that you are here," she looked up at him. Lady Nan looked away once she seen they were locked in a passionate kiss. Anne pulled back first, sucking in a breath of air and blushed. "How are you feeling?"
"I've missed you," he stated, which surprised her. "I am here to ask you to attend the celebration tonight with me, if you're feeling up to it." He helped her to the foot of her bed.
"What are we celebrating," She asked.
"King Francis has accepted the betrothal of their son, the Duke of Angouleme to our daughter, the Princess Elizabeth," he smiled as her face lit up. "Plus, he wants to sign a statement and a treaty uniting our great counties. Are you the most happy?"
Anne drew her husband into a kiss one more time, "I will always be the most happy with you." She kissed him one last time.
"I must go and prepare for tonight," He kissed her hand "Make yourself ready as well, sweetheart." He smiled at her before taking his leave.
"Nan, the purple corset with the white underskirt," Anne jeered pulling the pin from her hair and letting her raven locks fall down her back. She lifted her arms as Lady Madge removed her chemise. Anne sighed and relaxed in the tub of water.
Lady Mary sat by the window looking out into the frozen garden that she loved to be in. It was the middle of January and the snow was already waist deep. Today she received a letter from her cousin who said he was no longer helping her cause. She was on her own and she felt it. With her mother far away at the More and her here, at Hatfield taking care of her sister, she hadn't much more places to go or anyone to rely on for help. The imperial Ambassador would come and chat but only when he found time away from her father's busy court. Sighing she left the window and the cold air that was seeping through the window.
For weeks now she has been getting letters from Master Cromwell to sign the oath and letters from the Harlot, that she will reunite her with her mother if she just accepts her as queen and her father's wife. She has had enough of the letters and random visits of the harlots' family and her father's messengers.
Taking out a piece of parchment and quail she began to write to her father, stating that she will sign the oath if it pleases him and his queen. She felt wrong and twisted inside, but what could she do? She was a young woman going on twenty and she longed to be married and have a family of her own. She was betraying her mother by writing this letter. The image of her mother ran through her mind, her sitting by a fire with a blanket and alone. Wiping tears she went to find a messenger and had him send the letter to her father, The King. She knew in her heart she was betraying everything she believed in, but she needed to save herself even if she was going to be a disappointment to her mother.
"His Majesty, the King and Her Majesty, the Queen," The announcer said as they both rounded the corner into the great hall. With every head bowed, Anne felt as though she was back on top. She glanced at her husband, who gave her a smile in return. He escorted her to her seat before siting to the left of her.
"Let the festivities begin," Henry announced grabbing Anne's hand and kissing her fingers lightly. "Did you see them," he asked pulling her close. "They were all looking at you, at how beautiful you are, but its okay. I want them to look, for I know that you are only my Queen"
With this statement Anne's cheeks turned red and her Boleyn smile appeared on her face. "My love," she said kissing him lightly on the lips.
"Your majesties," Lord Rochford addressed them and bowed to both of them.
"George how have you been," Henry smiled tapping the chair next to him. Not waiting to disappoint the king, George sat.
"I'm great, Your Majesty. And you," He bowed his head to his sister.
"Can't complain. Your niece is betrothed," Henry surprised him.
"To whom, may I ask."
Anne rose up, "To the Duke of Angouleme, Francis's youngest son. Isn't that wonderful news, George?"
He nodded his head, before turning to the King.
"I need you to organize joust and a huge celebration and bring The Princess to court in mid-July. That's when they are expected."
"Yes, your Majesty," George kissed The Kings hand. "It's a great honor that you put this with me."
Over in the corner the Duke of Norfolk and Thomas Boleyn looked around the great hall. After the talk that Thomas had with his daughter things seemed to lighten up at court. No one was under any pressure and now, with their alliance with France, something has to go right. Thomas was lost in thought when Norfolk drew his attention back to life.
"Your daughter has charmed him once again, I see," he took a sip of wine.
"Only for a short time though. Won't be too long before he will start looking for a mistress and you know it. I told her it was vital to keep his love, for if she fails, we all fail." He looked up to see the King lead Anne to a dance.
"When do you expect her to become pregnant again," Norfolk asked as George joined their conversation.
"She has until March to become pregnant," Thomas said watching them dance.
Henry pulled her close, smelling her hair. The smell of lavender and vanilla filled his nostrils and sent him over the edge, he wanted her. He could see her lying underneath him in total pleasure. He stopped when he heard everyone clapping.
"I will visit your bed tonight" He whispered to her before kissing her hand and joining Charles and George. Anne smiled to herself, she was back on top and no one could ruin it for her.
Anne waited in her chambers, even though the celebration was still raging out in the main hall, as she prepared herself. He said he would visit her. She had been waiting a whole month for this. Her body longed for him and she couldn't help but feel a tingle between her legs at this thought. A brief knock interrupted her thoughts and she turned to see him standing there waiting.
"You Majesty" She bowed, but was stopped when he lifted her chin with his fingers.
"No. I'm just Henry tonight," He kissed her.
Her slender arms wrapped about his neck, pushing her body against his. He wanted to take it slow tonight. He hadn't had her in months he wasn't going to spoil it now. Drawing the curtains on the bed he removed his trousers causing her to giggle.
"Wait," she said pushing his hands away that were going for her chemise. Slowly she pulled it over her head and discarded it off the bed somewhere on the floor. Tonight it was just him and her. No Queen or King. No ambition, no anger towards each other. Just them, a bed and the sound of the crackling fire that burned outside the curtain. Slowly Henry traced his fingers up her legs to her outer thighs before pulling her into a kiss.
Anne moaned loudly as Henry thrusted himself back into her. Her grip on his forearm tightened each time he came back to kiss her, as her legs road up on his sides and he began thrusting faster than before. Anne threw her head back as her nails began digging into his back and her legs ached to come back down as he groaned a few times before leaning down to kiss her, one last time. She turned her head to the side once he collapsed on top of her.
"I love you, Anne," He whispered in her ear, before leaving a trail of kisses up her jaw to lips. She smiled at him, returning the kiss.
"I love you, too, Henry," She told him in a groan as he slid out and laid next to her with the sheet over him. It wasn't too long that they were fast asleep in each other's arms.
Madge flinched as her uncle glared at her.
"Are you sure you seen the King enter the Queens chambers during the celebration?"
She nodded, "Yes, Uncle. I swear it," She started fiddling with her gown.
"You may leave now," he excused her and quickly, she ran out.
"So he is back in her bed," Thomas Boleyn smiled.
"It appears so."
"So now we only have to wait a while for her to give him his great desire," Thomas grinned evilly.
So how was it good, bad, ugly? Should I continue or just dump it.
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