Two Ghosts and a Great Queen.

My name is Henry, Henry Tudor king of England. Well I'm not really king anymore since I'm dead. This story is about my amazing daughter Elizabeth and her trials and succession to MY thrown.

I will start at the days leading up to Elizabeth becoming Queen, and afterwards.

Oh there's one small detail I forgot to mention, my second wife Anne Boleyn will be joining us on this story and were ghosts.

16th November 1558

We start our journey at Hatfield House, where 10 days earlier my first daughter Mary recognised Elizabeth as the next heir to the throne.

"I wish she would stop pacing and sit still, she's making me nervous!" someone said with much stress in their voice. I had been back and forth from Elizabeth's house and my other children's house's and I still never heard a voice so sweet and bitter, apart from when I was alive. My dearest Anne had a voice like that just one word could make you melt. I sat down and started to think about my Anne.

Anne with just one sentence could make you fall in love with her and give her anything she wanted. With her long shiny brown hair and her piercing browny black eyes and small petite mouth. My Anne was so different from everyone else; she had darker skin that most people and she was so smart. My Anne stood out from a crowd and spoke her mind whenever she could. My Anne made her own gown and they were AMAZING so unique, and so expressive! They expressed her wealth and herself and the way she wanted to be seen. My Anne made any man's head turn towards her when she walked in a room, she was a bright light in my court for many years, that when that light was gone there was no more hope, no more anything. The day i chopped Anne's head off, was a very bad day. I lost all hope of getting back onto the path of goodness and hope; I lost my way with no way back.

"Did I just hear all of that correctly?" the voice said. The same voice as my Anne's and the voice I had heard earlier. I looked up puzzled I could have sworn I said it in my head and not aloud. As I pulled my head up from my hands, my eyes encountered a bright emerald green gown. One of the finest gowns I had seen in my life. My eyes travelled further up, to find at their perfectly shaped neck the letter B with pearls. I jumped up and grabbed the person with all my strength and screamed out "Anne! My Anne has found me!" swung her up into my arms. We were together at last.

"Get off of me you great bully" Anne said. "I am a proper lady that deserves more than to be thrown about the place!" at once I placed her safely back on the floor.

"I'm sorry Anne, I forgot all manners for one split second. How is it you have come to be in hell with me? I thought i was the only one here." I said with what sounded like deep pain in my voice.

Before Anne answered she took a moment to look into the past ove of her lives eyes, to see if there was any remorse in them for killing her. What she found there was something she didn't think to find, Pain and heart ache.

Anne came back from her retire and said "henry, dont apologise and what do you mean hell? This" anne said pointing around "this is limbo. Where you find your true mate, you can see no other ghosts unless they have found their mate or they are your mate."