Henry opened his eyes to see Jane's blue ones smiling back into his own. Henry jumped surprised to see her, but then he relaxed realizing that he must be in heaven. Finally, things were beginning to turn out good for him; he was back with his dear, sweet, perfect wife.
"Oh, Jane…" Henry breathed in the scent of her hair, and brought it up so that he could hold it and run his fingers through it. "I've missed you Jane, you have no idea how much I've missed you."
"Your Majesty, I must ask how you can miss someone when you barely know them?" Jane's words brought Henry back to the here and now.
"What do you mean?"
"Your majesty, you've only known me for about a month, and I've only worked here for two weeks." He released Jane from his lap and stood up, pacing back and forth for awhile, he then turned to Jane.
"You are not my wife?"
Jane's eyes grew round from Henry's words. "N…No…Your Majesty, I am just your wife's lady-in-waiting."
Henry felt as if the air had been knocked right out of his chest. "I'm not dead. I've been given the chance to do this all over again."
"Your majesty, are you alright?" Jane began to step forward ready to hold onto Henry and comfort him. His words were beginning to scare her. One second he was fine and flirting with her, and the next he was acting like he had no idea where he was. As soon as Jane was a step away from Henry the door swung upon and Anne walked in. For just a minute it was as if the world was standing still. She looked the same as Henry had always seen her. He knew that she was not a beautiful woman, but there was something in the way that she stood and the way she carried herself that could make any man forget that she wasn't the prettiest lady around. "Anne…" her name came out as a breath on his lips before he could even stop himself.
"Get out," Anne said in clenched teeth as she took one look at Jane. Jane stood there confused, and Anne yelled, "Get out you wench," and Jane began to scamper out of the room. Henry and Anne stood staring at each other for what felt like an eternity. Henry saw the burning coals of fire in her eyes, but all he could see was her pregnant belly. 'My boy…my boy, the boy she promised but denied me.' Henry's anger began to rise, though he did not feel it.
"How could you?" Anne said, her eyes conveying the betrayal that she felt. "I am your wife and the mother of you daughter and future son…"
"Then act like it," Henry could not help himself. All he could remember was how she would lose this son as well. Never for a second did he even consider that it could possibly have been part of his fault. "As my wife, it is your duty to turn your eyes the other way. As the queen it is your duty to give me a son. I do believe that you have failed in both aspects."
If Anne was shocked in any way, she did not show it. "I am so sorry to have disappointed, his majesty, I will rid myself of his presence so that he won't be forced to put up with me." With that Anne turned and swept out of the room.
For a fleeting second, Henry felt immensely proud of himself, he had gotten rid of her. However, as often happens, the pleasure quickly turned into guilt. 'He was the king, why should he even have to apologize to her? She was the one who had displeased him, not the other way around', but his conscious would not allow him to get out of this argument so easily. 'She loves you and trusts you, and you just abandon and hurt her at every chance that you get.' "One more chance," Anne's voice whispered to him in his mind. Henry pushed the desk out of his way, and watched in some pleasure as the legs gave out and broke. He took in a deep breath and gathered his wits about him. Obviously he was sent here to give Anne one more chance. So he would allow it, she had one chance to prove to him that she did love him and, more importantly, that he did love her. Otherwise, he would personally remove her head himself.