Catherine rode with her servants to where the King was, at Hatfield Palace. She knew that she was going to encounter a furious Henry and the whore, but she didn't care. She was a woman on a quest, and with God's help, she knew that she would succeed or die trying. When she arrived, she got down off her horse, Preciosa, and holding her head high, entered the palace. The King's servants were shocked, didn't the king left the queen for good? The King's groom went to Catherine and bowed deeply, "Your Majesty, we didn't expect you here, forgive me". Catherine smiled, "It's all right Brereton, I wanted no fuss over me. Where is the King?" "The King is out in the garden with the Lady Anne Boleyn, Your Majesty" Brereton looked down sadly. If Catherine was upset, she didn't show it. She smiled at Brereton. "Very well, I am going to see him. Thank you for your help, William. You may tell my servants where to put my belongings. I'll be here as long as the King is here, after all I am his wife." William smiled and bowed and took the hand of his beloved queen and kissed it. "God bless you, My Queen" and he went outside to the the Queen's litter. Catherine breathed deeply and went to the gardens. She knew what was going to happen: Henry screaming his head off and asking why she was there, and the whore shocked but then smiling because of the King's yelling. She felt prepared and entered the gardens
She could foretell the future, or maybe it was that she knew her husband well. As soon as he saw her, Henry yelled. "Catherine! What in God's name are you doing here?" he was fuming. Catherine only smiled and curtsied. "My husband, I came to see you. I was wondering why you left without saying goodbye" Anne came and stood beside Henry. "Isn't it obvious, Lady Catherine?" The whore said with a smug smile. "The King doesn't love you anymore. You are just an old crone with an ugly bastard daughter." Catherine wanted to slap her. She didn't care if the whore insulted her, but it was another matter where her daughter, her precious Mary, was concerned. She walked with a sure step and footing towards Anne. Catherine may have been shorter than Anne, but with her furious gaze directed towards the whore, she saw Anne shrink a little. "You should be careful of what you say, Lady Anne. That sharp tongue of yours could get you into trouble someday. Your husband would not like it. I doubt you will ever get married". Anne opened her mouth in shock. Catherine maintained a calm composure but she wanted to smirk at that whore. Did she really think that she won? Henry grabbed Anne and put her behind him and glared at Catherine. "I would marry her, if you would acknowledge our marriage is broken and that you can't bear anymore children, madam. You are no longer capable of bearing sons, Catherine." Catherine looked at him with a challenging look. "Do you really believe that, Henry?" Henry looked confused. "After all, I am only 37 years old. I may be not as young as before but I am certainly not old." It was obvious that Henry was contemplating Catherine's words. His physicians deceived him? No, he couldn't believe that, but Catherine had a point. She was not young but not old either. But she definitely looked old, but he can still see the young girl he fell in love with when he was 10. He didn't know what to believe. "Catherine, how can you be so certain that you can still bear children" She gave him a small smile. Anne stepped forward. "Your Majesty, how can you believe her?" She started screaming. "She lied to you about being a virgin, and she is obviously lying to you again! Don't be a fool!" Catherine looked at her shocked. "Dios mio. Do you really want to marry her, Henry? I believe that tongue of hers won't keep quiet after the marriage." Anne raised her hand to slap Catherine but Henry grabbed Anne's arm and looked at her with a menacing look that made her flinch. "Enough Lady Anne! You will go into the house and move your things to another chamber. The Queen shall have your rooms" Anne was furious and pulled away from him. "How can you do this to me, Henry? Think about all the sons I will-" "Silence! I am the King of England, and you will do as I say! Remember your place, Lady Anne!" Henry yelled. Anne looked and curtsied, "Your Majesty" and she left the gardens. Henry looked at Catherine with a remorseful look. "I"m sorry about that, Catherine." "It's all right, Henry. No harm done" Catherine smiled. "Now tell me, what is this story that you can still bear children?" Both sat down on a bench. "Well Henry, after you left this morning without saying goodbye" "I am sorry for that Catherine-" But Catherine put her hand up to quiet Henry. "Like I said, it's all right. Now after you left, I called my personal physician to see if I was still capable of bearing children." Henry nodded, which Catherine took it as a sign to continue. "After he examined, he concluded that I was still fertile" Henry had his mouth open and he stood up, fuming. "How is it possible? My own physicians told me that you were incapable of bearing sons!" Catherine went and with her hand touched Henry's face. His skin was warm and she sighed at the feel and warmth of his young face. Henry looked at her with a questioning look but eventually warmed up to her and gave her a small smile. "Those physicians were bribed, my husband" Henry narrowed his eyes. "Who dared to bribe them?" "The Boleyns."