So lovely to see positive reviews! Here is the next year, 1538. In a timeline I found out that was the year of the publication of the first bible in England. However, I don't know precisely if that was before or after 19th May, so you will be warned. WARNING: mature rating to be certain! Review pretty please?

19th May 1538.

´Your Majesty.´

Anne Boleyn´s neutral voice intruded the silence Henry had grown used to ever since Jane´s death. Initially it had been him who longed for silence, tranquility and sadness in court, not wanting, not tolerating any expression of happiness and joy. Yes, he had his son now, his heir. Jane had given him everything he longed for ever since he had been king, but she herself was no more.

´I have seen you being sad and I cannot stand it anymore.'

'What am I and my feelings to you? You are died, remember? Deprived of emotions or feelings.'

He looked up from his bible to look up to her. She was not in the yellow dress again, but now in the dress she had worn at the play of the virtues, many, many years ago. Perseverance. Lady Perseverance she was and perseverance was what she had prayed. And to what consequence, he realized. 10 years of courting, insane and desperate love, only to be wed to a son-obsessed philanderer. And when she couldn't give him a son, he had cast her off. And how!

'I have been thinking, Anne.'

Her eyes darted up to him, filled with pleasance and joy as she heard not disdain or hate, but neutrality with a drop of desire to discuss and talk. He was still dressed in black, but now suited as a king, not a mourning commoner. His hair was combed, his face not greasy.

'I have wronged you.'

'I agree.'

Again, there was sarcasm or mocking in her voice. Unlike their first meeting after her death, both were not mocking, or verbally attacking one another.

'I shall never say so in public, for I am king, but I have not been the husband I should have been. I have seen Elizabeth. Our Elizabeth. And you were right; she is a beautiful child, and so smart! She loves to learn, but also to dance, and even in that, in this fragile age, she excels. She is the perfect result of our love and a perfect combination of us. But in that lies her fall. She is like you. Not only mentally, but physically. Her eyes, the way she moves…it is you. You, reminding me of my own foolishness and stubbornness. Of my faults.'

'You speak so loving of her, yet to have only seen her once. And that only when you went to see your son. You already deprived her of her mother, why deprive her of a father too?'

Anne sat down at the chair opposite him.

'Is Jane with you?'

Anne lowered her eyes, and while avoiding his gaze, noticed the bible.

'I met her once, yes. I am glad you have not forsaken the true faith after I…was no more. Having the bible in English will introduce the true message of God to more people. You did well.'

'Do you have any prediction for this year?'

'No, I have not. But you don't need any, my love. Lead with a conscience, forgive but do not forget.'

A smile appeared on Henry's face.

'Abandoning me already?'

She smirked to, surprised.

'I thought you had grown tired of me.'

Both smiled now, surprising themselves.

'I have been lonely for a long time now. Indeed, because of my own hand, but lonely nevertheless. They are afraid of me. They are too afraid of me.'

'You have been…unpleasant company lately.'

'You gained tact you never had when you were alive.'

'Would you prefer to have my candor?'

'I prefer Anne Boleyn to be Anne Boleyn.'

Anne laughed now, and as he looked at her in admiration, he took her hand and planted a kiss on it. This made her stop laughing, and she searched for his eyes her own filled with a past desire.

'I had never expected I would be able to touch you.'

'Once a year, on this day only I turn visible and solid. I must say it is a relief to be able to touch things, to feel things.'

He kept his lips on her hand as his eyes met hers, and kissed the skin a bit above when he saw the intense desire in her eyes.

'Henry…'

His lips continued their way up, till his lips met her shoulder. She looked aside to face him and after a few seconds of merely drowning in each other's eyes, Henry planted his lips on hers. The kiss was immediately passionately, and Henry rose up from his chair to be closer to Anne. She stood up too, and frantically kissing they moved towards the closest wall. Anne moaned when her back hit the wall, but her lips were soon enough captured again by Henry's, whose hands had made way to her corset. Anne's hands moved to Henry's now long hair, and tangled her fingers in his locks, moving his head from her face to her breasts. Soon enough he made her moan loudly, bucking her hips towards his. His hands lifted her skirts and just when he grasped her thighs, she stopped him by holding her hands on his.

'We can't.'

Her voice was raw, filled with lust and regret, was insisting. He let go of her, regret clear on his face. He stepped back, but she took his hand again and pulled his closer, embracing him. After a minute of simply standing there, he too put his arms around her waist and pulled her closest possible.

'I am so sorry, Henry.'

'Don't apologize, my love. I led my loneliness get to you.'

She pulled herself away from him, walking away with quick passes while tightening her corset again. When she was at a distance safe enough, she turned around to face him.

'Is THAT all this was! Your LONELINESS! After all this time…and you …this…YOUR LONELINESS!'

She cupped her face in frustration first, then slid them through her hair, while biting on her lip and blinking back her tears.

'Anne, come on. Anne…'

He walked fast towards her, but she kept him on a distant with her hands.

'Is…WAS everything like this? Your loneliness. Your lack of a son. Your boringmarriage. Your passion for something you could not get immediately and needed to be chased!'

'No. No! Of course not! But you knew! You knew I was chasing you! You were playing on it! You made me kill Moore! You made me leave Katherine and forsake my daughter with royal Spanish and English blood! I risked war for you, I fucking changed England's religion for YOU!'

Anne paled as her eyes grew big and tightened her jaw, resting her hands on her hips.

'I see. Fine, your majesty. I shall take my leave now.'

And like that, with a single tear escaping her left eye, she was away in a blink. Henry paled as he understood what he had said and reached his hand out to where she had just been.

'Anne. Anne! ANNE!'