December 20, 2011

Jean Grey stretched as she got up from her comfy chair, she had been reading the most fascinating historical novel she had ever read. Her heart ached for the tragic Queen Anne Boleyn. She knew way too well of betrayal by a husband claiming to love only her, but running off the first time a blonde plays with his mind. She had moved passed the tragic ending of her marriage when Scott decided to start his psychic affair with the conniving Emma Frost. She was happy being on her own and away from the hectic life as an X-Man. She kept her return a secret from her friends, she just couldn't handle having to explain that once more she had returned from the ashes. She floated over to her bed too tired to move her legs opting to use her powers of telekinesis instead. As she drifted to sleep her mind kept returning to Anne.

December 20 , 1535

Jean's eyes fluttered open to see that she was no longer in her New York apartment, but in what looked to be a castle. For a brief second she believed this was a dream but her mind told her the truth. She had somehow transported to the past about a month before a great tragedy would begin. She quickly realized she was still in her pajamas, and that if she was discovered like this the locals would be completely shocked. She closed her eyes, reaching out to see what would be more appropriate and with a thought her clothes began to change.

"My lady, may I ask your name?" Jean turned to see King Henry VIII in front of her. He was very handsome, this was before he became the overweight tryant everyone knew so much about. The murderer of wives, friends and anyone he felt was in his way. Or more importantly who an ambitious courtier felt was a threat to their rise to power.

"Lady Jean Grey" She answered, she quickly read his thoughts to see what else he would need to know. She knew that Jean wasn't a common name but hoped he wouldn't question her, the only names she could think of were Anne, Katherine or Jane. Henry liked what he saw in the beautiful redhead before him. Her green eyes sparkled, and with just a little suggestion Henry offered her a place in Queen Anne's household. She hated forcing others against their will, but she knew she was drawn here for Anne, and that is where she would be need. Just then a young lady followed by a slightly older man came up to Henry.

"Lady Jane, Sir Edward." Henry greeted the pair, Jean couldn't help but overhear the thoughts of the blonde. They projected so clearly, Jean stared at her trying to figure out why her thoughts were so loud. "This is Lady Jean, she is to join the Queen's household."

"Jane, please walk Lady Jean to the Queen's chambers" Henry ordered, Jean could sense the two had already started their flirtations but Henry was still completely in love with the Queen. Jane was only interesting to Henry as a mistress it seemed, the idea of sleeping with another woman's husband disgusted her.

I can't believe Henry was looking at this stupid whore that way in front of me. Jane thought.

Jean just smiled as she walked, looking every once in the while at Jane even though deep down she wanted to tell the little twit her thoughts weren't secret anymore.

"Your majesty" Jane curtsied, Jean followed her lead. "This is Lady Jean Grey, the King has given her a place in your majesty's household." Jane added. At first Anne felt put out, that once again Henry pushed one of his whores into her household but something was different with this Jean Grey. She felt a kindred spirit.