It had been a year since Elizabeth's birth and Henry had never felt happier. He loved watching Anne with their daughter, it brought much joy to him. He had not known why but he had asked his brother for leave to of court to live in one of country palaces. But there they had a much deserved happiness. Anne was five months with child, and recently word had reached them that a cousin of hers had lost her family. She was the only survivor of a great fire at the family home, and Henry and Anne were graciously taking her in. She would arrive in the morning, and Henry secretly worried how he would handle having two little girls in his care while Anne was in her confinement soon. Yes there were ladies of the household of Elizabeth's but he felt the need to be part of his children's life and this new little girl would like a child to the couple.

"Lady Catherine Howard, your majesties" Mary Boleyn announced the little girl's arrival. She was poorly dressed and her hair looked like it hadn't been washed for weeks. Anne gasped at the site of her, poor child.

"Catherine, how old are you my dear?" Anne asked kindly. Katherine did not reply, she just stood there staring at Henry.

"She has not spoken since the fire, your Grace." Lady Cecily Wallace was the one who saved her from the fire, she hadn't the time to rescue any of her Catherine's siblings. She had just the luck of grabbing the young girl just in time as a beam engulfed in flames fell into the nursery. Henry got up and walked to her, he was drawn to her for some reason. He took her tiny hand in his as he led her into the courtyard of Hatfield. Suddenly Henry's flinched, memories flooded into his head. Like flashes of light, he saw himself older and much fatter with a young woman, Katherine. He had her killed, he murdered her in cold blood.

"Henry, my love, what is wrong?" Anne asked frightened at Henry's sudden pain. The memories quickly subsided and like that of his children, and of what he did to Anne slowly ebbed away.

"Nothing my dear, a minor pain, it has gone away. I did not mean to frighten you my dear."

"She is two, your majesties." Lady Cecily replied.

That night Cecily stayed with Catherine after a much needed bath. Henry held Anne as they fell asleep, but his sleep was not peaceful that night.

King Henry stood tall in front of his court, he saw a young woman standing before him. She was intoxicatingly beautiful, her eyes pierced his soul. He knew he had to have her, and he would have her. She was a prize to him, one that he wanted more than life itself it seemed.

"Your majesty, please I beg you, I love you. Give me one my chance." the words echoed in his mind. He didn't care, this harlot seduced him and she would pay. "You promised me, whore." He was angry, he did not know why. She looked scared as she begged him. He pushed her away from him, she turned to look back at him her face turned white as snow as she saw a sword swing towards her. Her head falling slowly to the ground. "WHORE" a woman spat from behind him. He turned pulling her to him and kissed this new object of desire. She was plain but he knew from the day he met her she was stupid and controllable. He could do anything and everything he wanted, and this simpleton would just bow to him like any good woman should.

A flash of light made the scene seem to reset in his mind. Now he saw a young woman, much younger than he knew had was dancing in front of him. He longed for her touch, he blinked and she was standing before him naked. He pulled her to him kissing her passionately, as the rain began to fall. "KILL HER" the woman spat again from behind him.

"Please I beseech you, your majesty, I love you." She too had failed him, how he did not know. And this time her head was chopped off with an axe by his own doing. "SEE MY LOVE, ONLY I LOVE YOU THE WAY YOU DESERVE." the specter fell before him, kissing his feet. He felt disgusted by his actions in the dream, but it was like he was watching himself from afar. As he pulled the woman he felt a knife appear in his hand, before he knew it the woman before him lay dead as well.

"Henry" Anne caressed his cheek. He had tossed all night. "Did you have the nightmares again, my love?" She asked worried.

He opened his eyes, and a peace washed over him. It seemed finally the demons that haunted his dreams had vanished. He was unsure why, or what conspired. He never could see the faces of the women in his dreams. He had never seen him kill two women, much less the one who he clung to have he killed his first lover.

He nodded at Anne's question. "I am unsure why, sweetheart, but I suspect they will not come back." She looked at him confused, but just nodded. He pulled him to her, kissing her passionately. "I love you, more than you will ever know." He said softly.

{months later}

"One more push your grace" It hurt, much more than with Elizabeth. Anne wondered if this child was huge, as large as she felt.

"You have a son, Anne." Mary beamed at her little nephew. Anne screamed, why was she still in pain she wondered.

"Your grace, it seems you are having twins." The physician stated calmly. Anne grasped Lady Cecily's hand tightly, she had been with Catherine's mother at her birth and Anne felt she would be a comfort now.

"You have another healthy son."

Mary ran to the door, "Prince Henry, Anne has delivered two sons this day." Two sons, for some reason relief washed over him, as if he knew now life was good.

"Anne, my darling, how are you feeling?" He asked walking past his children. He only cared to check on his sweet Anne.

"I am good, my love. What should we name them?" She asked sweetly.

"Well ... " Anne looked at him, she had not remembered ever seeing him so stumped before.

"How about Owen and Robert?" She suggested.

"Owen, I like that. Robert, does not sound like a name for a Prince." He stated. Mary tried not to giggle watching the royal couple trying to name the children.

"Brandon" came a little voice just outside the room.

"Catherine, you spoke." Cecily scooped up the little girl in her arms, hugging her tightly.

"Prince Brandon." Anne looked at Henry. "What do you think?" Henry pondered, he had not thought of using Brandon as a first name, but he could honor his friend Charles this way.

"Prince Owen and Prince Brandon." Henry proclaimed proudly.