Anne Boleyn knew that her time as a Queen was slowly coming to the end. Her days were filled with the fear for her precious daughter and for herself. She knew that Henry doesn't love her anymore, she barely saw him since the day she lost their boy, her savior. He spent all of his free time with that pale-faced wench Jane Seymour and her power hungry brothers. She couldn't believe that her husband has fallen for someone who was so simpleminded. Anne often wondered did Mistress Seymour have her opinion about anything. That girl barely knew how to write her own name, jet the King of England claimed that he was in love with her. It pained her to see how Henry looks at that girl because once he looked at her in that way. She remembered happy times during their courtship. Their only problem was that stubborn woman Katherine. They used to lie in the soft grass under the oak tree in Heaver and talk about their future together. It shouldn't end like this. Now Henry was making new plans for the future with someone else and she was stuck in this chamber.

"You're Majesty." Nan, one of her favorite's ladies called for her.

"Yes, Nan?"She asked and gestured to the girl to come closer.

"I have something to tell to Your Majesty, but the others shouldn't hear it." She whispered.

"You may leave me with Lady Nan," Anne said in the authoritative voice to her other ladies.

"It graves me to tell you this, but some of your ladies were questioned by Master Cromwell about your supposed infidelity,"

"My what?"

"There is some talk that the King wishes to imprison Your Majesty on the charges of adultery and treason."

"He wants my head. He wants me dead so he can marry that whore," Anne whispered in disbelief. She couldn't believe that he hated her so much that he wants her dead. Rage started to build inside her and she stood up.

"You're Majesty?" Nan asked confused, but Anne didn't react to her question, she just walked out. While she walked through the halls of the palace everybody bowed to her, after all, she was still their Queen.

"Is his Majesty inside?"She asked guards that stood outside Henry's chambers.

"His Majesty doesn't wish to be interrupted." One of the guards responded, but she heard the fear in his voice.

"You will let me in; I am still your Queen!" She said and walked past them. Anne felt relief when she saw that Henry was alone, she didn't think that she has strength to see him with Mistress Seymour again.

"What are you doing here Anne?" Henry asked and she could here annoyance in his voice. How did their love turn into this?

"Do you think that I am stupid woman Henry?"

"I'm not in the mood for fighting with you, return to your chambers."

"You want me to return to my chambers and wait until you chop off my head?"

"What did you say?" Henry asked her and stood up. Anne could see the fury in his eyes, but she wasn't afraid.

"You heard me!"

"Where did you hear such nonsense?"

"If that are nonsense, then why are my ladies questioned?"

"You probably misheard something."

"If you think that I will believe in your lies, you mistook me for Mistress Seymour!"

"Watch your tongue, Anne!" Henry barked and came closer to Anne so that she was captured between him and the wall.

"No! Do you think me so stupid that I would fight against divorce, or do you just want me dead?" She cried out in outrage.

"Anne!"

"Don't Anne me; you just want me dead so I can't fight the annulment!"

"You lied to me about everything, you promised me a son!"

"How can I convince a son when you don't come to my bed?" You made promises to Henry, you promised to be truthful and loyal to me!"

"I have right to take mistresses."

"Don't you see that part of me dies every time I see you with one of your whores?"

'Lies lies, your every word is a lie."Henry yelled in her face.

"You are the one who is untruthful."

"Am I?" He asked her and pinned her wrists to the wall and his lips found hers. Her knees went weak when he first caressed her tongue with his, but he grabbed her before she could fall and pulled her to him so that they were pressed from the shoulders to the tights. Anne grabbed him, desperate for more contact. His large hands caressed their way down her back, over her waist until they cradled her bottom. Her fingers pulled his hair and she ripped her mouth from his and gasped for air. His mouth hungrily kissed down her neck, found her pulse point and sucked down hard, causing her to throw her head back and moan loudly. Henry shifted his hold and lifted her, making her wrap her legs around his waist. Their lips met again in the battle of dominance. She moaned when he rolled his hips against her, and then she remembered. He wants her dead.

Anne pushed him away from her and their anger returned.

"Will you kill me?" She growled.

"Will you agree on the annulment?'

"Two conditions!"

"You are not in the position to make conditions."

"Elizabeth stays with me."

"Agreed. You may leave me now." He said and she turned to leave, but when she came to the doors she turned to him.

"She won't satisfy you, not like I do, "Anne said and left the room.

AN: I originally planned to write a story about Anne Boleyn and Henry Pearcy, but HermioneandMarcus asked me to write a story based on Marques of Pembroke challenge and I agreed. I hope that you like the first chapter. Review, please.