AN – Next chapter! With me attempting to write to the lyrics again!

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!

'But I know

All I know

Is that the ends beginning'

Anne was woken up by an urgent knocking, she panicked at first thinking it to be Henry. Then she remembered... She slowly propped herself up on her elbows she didn't know how strong she was now. Then she glanced towards the bed, where he had fallen last night....she shivered preferring not to dwell on such things. Fortunately it was empty and the only evidence that there had been someone here was the slight blood on her sheets and where she lay. Anne attempted to stand, using the support of the bed's banisters. When, with some small pains, she was standing she walked towards her bed and as quickly as she could removed the hurtful and bloodied sheets. The floor she would deal with later, she thought as she threw the sheets upon the spot where she had lain last night.

The damaged Queen looked down at herself, shocked to find yet more traces of last night upon her crumbled night gown. With a dreadful sigh like a deer that had been speared, she collapsed onto her knees. Suddenly the door burst open and her red-faced brother rushed into the room followed by her ladies in waiting. She didn't bother to look up and see who had entered, she was too weary for that....

George entered his sister's bedchamber to find her on her knees looking broken. Either the King had done something or she was accepting her fate...he sighed and walked slowly over and bent down next to her side.

"Sister....."

She leaned her head on his shoulder, gripping his hand tightly. He smiled sadly, and stroked her hair comfortingly. No doubt, it was something to do with the King....George suddenly frowned as he spotted the red spots of blood on his sister's nightgown. He got up and brought Anne with him as his eyes studied the room, worried that his sister had been attacked. After he'd quickly surveyed the messy room and the bed sheet crumbled up on the floor, he looked at Anne's face. Her eyes were misty as if they were clouded over, with a quick squeeze of her fragile hand he left to reassure the ladies in waiting who were whispering worriedly through the doorway. Abandoned, if only for a while, the pale Queen sat down on a cushioned bench, frail again.

Jane Seymour lay back in her bed, with a deep frown etched into her forehead. She hadn't meant last night to happen, it had been a mistake, a deep one. All she knew was that she should be praying for her immortal soul not laying here like a lovesick puppy. But then last night had been so wonderful, so sinful, so dangerous.... She turned over onto her side and fingered the warm sheets next to her, he had left too early without even saying goodbye.... Maybe he had realised it was a mistake too.... Jane only hoped so, for she was in deep trouble if he returned! With a final sigh, she got up from the bed and changed into her lady's-in-waiting dress. Luckily the Queen pretty much ignored her now, so she was safe to be late unless the Queen was in a bad mood, that was. After a final glance in the mirror, she grabbed her rosary and whilst tucking it into her pocket left her room for the Queen's.

On her way, she noticed that all was quiet as if in mourning, there was only a few whispering courtiers gathered near the Queen's chambers. She saw nothing wrong with that and quickly slipped into the Queen's chambers, only to find every lady in waiting sat sewing mournfully and looking at the closed door to her Majesty's chambers. They all glared at her as she came and sat down beside them, a few even moved their seats away. Jane looked away, as if ashamed and quietly started her sewing, attempting to ignore the angry glances and whispers aimed at her. Eventually they went back to their own sewing, each one occasionally glancing at the chamber door. After a few minutes, the door opened and the Queen's brother appeared looking glum. Every lady put down their sewing and looked up at Lord Rochford expectedly. Jane copied the ladies and glanced up at Lord Rochford, only to find the same blue eyes that had praised her naked beauty last night..... She froze in horror, of all the people she could have bedded it had to have been the Queen's brother and one of her family's bitter enemies! She looked down quickly, hoping he wouldn't notice her.

"Ladies, the Queen is very tired and ill so she is asleep in her bed. Madge & Nan will attend to her and if they need any more help they will call the rest of you."

He looked round at each of the ladies, then his eyes rested on the unmistakable form of Jane Seymour who just so happened to have her head down.

"Well, Mistress Seymour? Are you praying or just being rude?"

The other ladies laughed as she slowly lifted her head up, blushing deep red.

"Of course not, my lord! I was merely....thinking!"

He was about to laugh then stopped as he saw the same blue eyes he had gazed so lovingly into last night. Last night...what a blank space.....but not anymore... With a sudden force all of last night came flooding back to him. He must have been standing there bewildered as he heard the ladies whisper worriedly. George broke out of his daydream and with a final bow to the ladies left Anne's rooms, planning to return later. As he left Jane sighed to herself and got on with her sewing. He had obviously remembered and now she knew she was in deep water.

AN – Sorry for such a short chapter!