AN – Hi everyone! This time there's an authors note and disclaimer, yay!! So here's chapter 2 very late but hey its here! I'm trying to give more depth to it this time, and its in Anne's point of view pretty much, there's also a bit of Henry!!! I bet you were wondering whether I'd keep it just an Anne & Charles story or add some other characters in, I had an idea that I could make this more into a story, maybe even give Anne an alternative ending... Anyway enough blabbering on, here's chapter 2!

Disclaimer – None of the characters belong to me, I take no credit for it, Showtime & Michael Hurst are the rightful owners, basically its not mine!


Anne wiped the tears from her face, and looked out of the window towards a group of people who were busying about, probably making preparations for her execution, thought Anne sadly.

She wasn't upset in the fact she was going to die more that she wouldn't be there for her dear Elizabeth, and she wouldn't see Charles again…

She sighed deeply, a pretty sound like the cooing of a dove, and thought back to that bleak and cloudy day when she had noticed Charles for the first time, she had pretty much conquered the King, and had only Katherine standing in her way, when she had bumped into Charles on the way back from Katherine's rooms. He had glared at her openly, and hadn't tried to hide his hate of her, but instead of recoiling into a shell, Anne just glared right back at him and stuck her chin up in the air as if the Duke's scorn was nothing special. Then stupidly she had pushed right past him with her nose in the air and her eyes closed, and nearly tripped over the rolled up corner of a rug. But instead of falling flat on her face, she seemed to find herself in the Duke's arms, as if he had caught her?! Anne felt his hands on her waist and freed herself quickly, she turned round to look into the Duke's eyes but he had already gone... Anne remembered how puzzled she had been, she had stood there for a whole two minutes, staring the way the Duke had gone, until she had pulled herself together enough to continue on her way to her rooms. Anne sighed again but his time it was a contented sigh as she slipped back into her memories.

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(This begins after Anne has got to her rooms, from above.)

Once she was safely inside her rooms, Anne shut the door behind her and leaned against it with her eyes closed. What had just happened back there? Was that really the Duke's hands on her waist? Had he intended to catch her? Anne couldn't think about all that, it was too complex even to her own mind, she ran a hand through her thick, dark hair and remembered how the Duke's hands had felt around her waist, so strong...protective...Anne allowed herself a glimpse of his glaring face just moments before her fall, he had been so open about his hate for her then, but now...only he knew. Anne snapped open her eyes, trying to block out the images and thoughts of the Duke running through her head, Henry would kill her if he knew what she was thinking! Anne rushed to get undressed and slipped into her bed, hoping to have a dreamless sleep before her mind could come up with anything more..

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Anne smiled at the memory of her confusion, she had been so naïve then, if only...Anne's expression saddened again, she rubbed at a tear that had trickled down her cheek and began to turn away from the window. Suddenly a loud crash from outside brought her back towards the window, she gasped in amazement and horror at the scene before her..

Henry growled loudly, and everyone paused as if he had struck them, he glared round at the gathered lords and servants alike, his eyes stopped on each and everyone of them in turn before continuing his pacing. He couldn't believe it, how had this happened? Everything was so secure, and ordered...and...and...he had been doing a lot of ordering recently....Henry stopped pacing, ignoring the intakes of breath from some of the gathered lords. He put a hand to his head and took a deep breath, he knew in his heart that he wanted this to happen, but he hadn't admitted it to anyone let alone himself..until now... Henry dropped his hand from his head and stormed off in the direction of the palace without another word to the gathered Lords and servants. As he left the courtyard of the tower, he stole a glance, back towards the utter chaos of the weaponry and to a certain room in the tower, with a window that overlooked the courtyard, with a beautiful pale face staring out from the dusted glass panes...


AN – I wonder what's up with Henry? Not forgetting what the hell happened to the tower courtyard! I'm giving nothing away!! XD