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Chapter 4: The Tide Is Turning

February 14th 1536

Hampton Court

Queen of England Apartments

"My lady," Nan Seville's voice said, her tone full of worry, "are you quit sure you should be walking around… So soon after…"

"Nan," Anne spoke her voice calm and even, "I am fine,"

And she was fine, physically she was fine, Dr Linacre had said so himself. Anne thought that if she had to stay lying in her bed a day, no a moment longer she would have all but smothered herself with her pillow. She was not the kind of person who liked relaxation; in fact she found the mere thought of it boring. She wanted to do something, to achieve something; she wanted to dance, to ride, to walk around the gardens and breathe in the earthy sweet smell, she wanted to hold her daughter and swing her to the high heavens, she did NOT want to sit in her bed reading and sowing all day, with her only enjoyment coming from her brother telling her the court gossip and Mark Smeaton playing soft music from her doorway.

When Linacre had told her that she would be permitted to moving around her chambers and the smaller palace gardens she could hardly believe her ears, and even though she had been disappointed when he had told her that she still was not permitted to dance, or ride, or do anything at all that would leave her in a sweat she had gladly accepted his conditions with a smile, she thought she would have done anything at all, God she would have hugged Jane Seymour, if it meant getting out of that god-forsaken bed.

"Your Majesty," Anne could not help but look impatiently at her sister in law. She had just been about to call Mark over to ask him if he would play something her ladies could dance too, anything to lighten the mood of her rooms that once had been the life of court.

"What is it Jane?" Anne questioned trying to keep her smile on her face; Jane looked as if she had run here from the other side of the castle and Anne knew that could mean nothing but bad news.

"My Lady, the Duke of Richmond is here,"

" Jane, I know," Anne said laughing, she was the Queen of England after all, bedridden or not she knew the goings on of her court, " Papa told me yesterday, The king told me last night, and George informed me of it this morning, and now you…"

"No," Jane said interrupting her, "he is here"

"Oh," Anne said, suddenly feeling very conscious of her appearance; her simple blue gown flowing freely over her pregnant belly, the imperfect bun her hair was being held in, and her complete lack of jewellery. This was not the way in which a Queen was meant to be viewed, especially not by her step-son.

She hardly knew him, she had seen him maybe five times since she and Henry had married and before that it had not been necessary of her to know the boy. He was not an unkind or unreasonable person (Anne thought a trait from Bessie and not Henry), he had accepted his father's wishes without a second thought (unlike her other step-child), and for that Anne was thankful.

"Send him in," Anne requested nodding at Jane, taking a deep breath Anne stood tall, she may not look the Queen she was, but that did not mean she wouldn't act it.

"Your Majesty," Jane spoke, Henry FitzRoy on her heels, he looked a man Anne thought not the boy she had last seen three years ago, "The Duke of Richmond and Somerset,"

Out of the corner of her eyes Anne could see her ladies dropping to their knees with muttered 'Your Grace's,' She couldn't help but notice that he was the perfect blend of his parents, not unlike her own daughter, Bessie blonde hair and pale complexion with Henry's blue eyes and height. He was a handsome boy, a boy any mother would be proud to call her own, Anne pondered unconsciously rubbing a hand across her stomach.

"Your Grace," Anne said, addressing her step-son with a slight dip of her knees.

"My Lady, Step-Mother," Hal responded, bowing deeply before taking Anne's hand in his own and placing a light kiss upon it, an action which caused Anne's face to light up in a smile.

She was as beautiful as he remembered her to be, and she was a beautiful woman only a fool could deny that, but she had aged and there was no denying that either. With a husband such as his father he could hardly blame her.

She was pale, dark shadows clearly visible under her eyes; eyes Hal once remembered to think were so stunning they could suck you in with a mere glance, and despite her pregnancy she looked far too thin.

He did not particularly like her, but nor did her hate her; truthfully he had no reason to. Her actions against his sister were something he quiet detested but he knew the blame did not solely lie on her shoulders, and he felt no great loss at the death or removal of Katherine of Aragon from the throne…from the beginning Anne had been kinder to him than Queen Katherine had ever been.

"Shall we sit madam?" He questioned, noticing that she did not quiet look up to standing on her feet for extended periods of time.

Anne nodded her head, smiling gratefully at her step-sons words, for she was feeling quiet tired being on her feet for as long as she had been in twelve days.

They sat in silence for what felt like an age neither knowing what to say to the other, until Anne, feeling quiet sick of the silence, decided to break it with the only thing she could think to say, "How Is your wife, my dear cousin Mary?"

"She is well," Hal said smiling at the thought of his dear Mary, for her he would be forever thankful to Anne, for no matter how selfish the reason for the match were by the Queen and her family, he had fallen for his wife the moment he laid eyes on her, " In fact Your Grace, she is with child,"

"How far along is she," Anne questioned trying to keep her voice calm and steady. She was not a stupid woman; a birth of a male child would no doubt cause trouble for her, especially if (and god forbid the mere thought of it) she lost the child in her womb.

"Not as far as yourself, my lady," Hal responded noticing the slight edge to the Queen's voice with sympathy. He knew the strain she was under would do nothing to help his unborn sibling, the news that the king's bastard son was about to be a father would not be sitting well with her, yet she was composed enough that most would not be able to tell, " the midwives believe she will deliver in late September,"

"I shall pray for her daily," Anne replied keeping her smile (no matter how forced) firmly in place, "Is that why you have come Hal, to share this joyful news?"

"Not entirely," Hal said carefully, not knowing what to say to the Queen about his upcoming visit to his sister. She would not mind that he was seeing Elizabeth, if anything she would be thrilled to hear it, but he knew her response in regards to Mary would not be quiet the same. Would she ignore it? After everything he had heard of his Step-Mother he thought it unlikely, she would not welcome it, most likely she would think they were conspiring against her and her daughter, a thought he could not blame her on in her fragile condition, " I wish to pay a visit to the Princess Elizabeth and…"

" To Elizabeth…Oh Hal you need no permission from myself or your father for that she is your sister after all, I am sure Elizabeth would be most thrilled to see you it has been so long since your last visit,"

Hal almost cringed at the happiness in her voice that was bought on simply by the mention of his sister, with a few words he would destroy it, with a few words he knew he would send her into a state of paranoia that would not be easily reduced.

"I also wished to pay a visit to my sister the Lady Mary," Hal said quietly but firmly letting her know that yes, he knew it was not something she would like and he respected that but she would not convince him to change his mind.

"Your father has given you his permission?" Anne questioned her voice wavering only slightly at the mention of her rebellious step-daughter.

"Yes madam," Hal said his eyes downcast; he had held no desire to hurt her, it had been cruel of his father to make him do this so he would be able to avoid a fight with his wife.

Anne stood from her chair slowly and carefully her mood not evident on her face, that although happy and content only moments before had become nothing more than an emotionless mask. She said nothing as she left the main chamber and walked into what Hal could only think was her private sleeping chambers.

"I think it'd be best if you leaved Your Grace," One of her ladies spoke and Hal could do nothing more than nod his agreement.

"My lord wait," Anne all but screeched stoping Hal right at the door, in her hands she was holding a parcel wrapped in the most beautiful fabric along with a letter closed with her seal.

"Give this to Elizabeth for me please," Anne said handing him over the delicate parcel, it was heavier than he thought it would have been, "It is a doll I had made for her next visit,"

"Of course,"

"And this," Anne said her voice shrill, as she extended the letter to him, "Give this to the Lady Mary,"

"As you wish, Majesty," Hal said hardly able to keep his surprise in check.

February 15th 1536

Hatfield Palace

Residence of the Princess Elizabeth and The Lady Mary Tudor

The ride from Hampton to Hatfield had been long and tiresome, and Hal was in no way ashamed to say that the sight of his sister's home was one he welcomed with open arms.

"My Lord Duke," was the greeting he received from the stern face of Lady Bryan, whom he had known only briefly during his younger years, " The Princess Elizabeth shall be down momentarily," she said once risen from her respectful curtsey.

"What of the Lady Mary?" Hal questioned wondering when he would finally see his older sister.

"I cannot be certain My Lord," Lady Bryan responded carefully, and Hal found that he wanted very much to throttle her.

He was stopped from retorting her by the squeaky voice of a herald announcing his sister to the almost unoccupied room, "Her Royal Highness the Princess Elizabeth Tudor,"

She was a beauty; his baby sister was a true rose of England, he red Tudor hair cascaded in soft curls down her back, shaping her chubby face perfectly (for she still held the chubby nature of a toddler), her eyes were her mother's it could not be denied where those deep blue orbs had been inherited from, the rest of her was a mix of both of them, their fathers nose and chin, her mother's mouth and ears. She was a child any parent would be proud to call her own.

He didn't bother with formalities, choosing instead to rush to his sister and swing her around in his arms, loving the squeal of delight that was emitted from her small body by his actions. It had been far too long since he had seen her; he swore he would never go so long between visits again.

"My lord Richmond," Lady Bryan admonished her voice harsh and scolding, "that is no way to treat the heir…"

"Forgive me Lady Bryan," Hal cut in waving off her attack with a smile, "It has been almost three years since I laid eyes on this young gem," Hal said pinching the bridge of Elizabeth's nose as he did.

"Princess Elizabeth," Lady Bryan said quiet forcefully, clearly trying to recreate some form of protocol in this meeting, "Say hello to your brother…"

"My brother?" Elizabeth questioned her face a line of confusion.

"Yes Elizabeth," Hal confirmed, not expecting her to remember him.

"But Mama said I was to have a little brother," Elizabeth responded, Hal had to bite his lip to stop himself laughing at her innocence, "You're not little…"

"I'm not that brother Elizabeth," Hal explained smiling down at his little half-sister, "I was born long before your parents were married,"

"Oh," Elizabeth said her nose crinkling slightly. It was not her fault she didn't understand properly, no one ever explained anything to her, even though she was a Princess and the third most important person in all of England, "Are you Mary's brother too?" Elizabeth asked not able to help herself much to the dismay of Lady Bryan.

"Yes, Princess," Hal responded ignoring the scornful look Lady Bryan was sending his way.

"Then she should be here…" Elizabeth stated, her eyes crinkled slightly in confusion, "Lady Bryan get Lady Mary,"

Hal had to bite back a laugh at his baby sisters superior tone; a tone that reminded him greatly of their father.

"Princess Elizabeth I do not believe that your father…"

"Forgive me Lady Bryan, but my father, the King, did wish for me to see the Lady Mary," Hal cut in smiling at the old woman's worried face. Perhaps she thought he and Mary might kidnap young Elizabeth and hold her for ransom.

"Lady Bryan I want Mary," Elizabeth commended. She was quiet outraged that Lady Bryan would dare refuse her, she wasn't allowed to do that…no one was except for her mama and papa.

Casting one last worried look, Lady Bryan swept a shallow curtsey before leaving the room in search of the oldest Tudor child.

It took only moments for Lady Bryan to return, Mary, dressed in a sombre black gown, frown firmly attached on her face, in tow. It was an expression that changed almost immediately when she laid eyes on her brother.

"Hal," She screeched running into his arms, allowing him to spin her around briefly. She had gotten skinny Hal couldn't help but think and that gown, God, the Mary he knew would have been dressed head to toe in purple, or gold, or green, not in a lifeless dreary black dress, that aged her extraordinarily.

He had aged well, Mary thought pulling away from him, and she had not, what must he think of her after all these years to see how much she had changed?

The three children of King Henry Tudor sat at the small table in Elizabeth's private rooms, on the floor lay piles and piles of toys and clothes, all of which Elizabeth had insisted they play with, clearly she had worn herself out, as she was sleeping, snuggled close, in her brother arms, the doll her mother had sent to her clutched tightly in her tiny hands.

"How is father?" Mary asked, for the first time in three hours speaking of him.

"Well I think, I only saw him briefly," Hal responded, trying to choose his next words carefully, "when he is not eagerly awaiting the birth of a prince he is in the arms of a mistress,"

"Mistress?" Mary questioned shocked, her father had taken a mistress, a sign, she knew only too well, that he must be tiring of her… of that whore.

"The Lady Jane Seymour," Hal responded, his hand absentmindedly running through little Elizabeth's red curls. He thought nothing of his father's knew play thing, not while Anne was still with-child, the woman was nothing more than a whore while his Step-Mother carried her Prince.

"Is she a catholic?" Mary wondered aloud, and Hal just knew were her thoughts were taking her.

"Mary, it does not matter what religion she is, not while the Queen…"

"How dare you," Mary spat, "that woman is a whore a concubine wearing my mother's crown,"

"That woman is, whether you like it or not, carrying the future of England in her womb and if she does give Father a Prince…"

"I am over," Mary stated finishing her brothers sentence.

"Sign the oath Mary," Hal tried gently, "It is your only option,"

"I still have a few months," Mary added her voice all but pleading; she was begging him to agree with her, to give her some level of hope, no matter how small it may be.

"I have something for you," Hal said pulling out the letter that had been given to him.

"From Father?" Mary questioned hopefully taking the letter in her hands. But then seeing the unfamiliar scrawl frowned slightly.

"From our Step-Mother," Hal said his voice remaining calm, "I suggest you read it before Elizabeth departs,"

February 15th 1536

Hampton Court

Queen of England's Apartments

"Come now Ladies, surely you can do better than that," Anne's voice called through her chambers, laughing and clapping loudly as her ladies fumbled to the tune of Marks quick playing.

Anne for the first time, in what felt an age was enjoying herself, even if she were not allowed to dance herself it was still enjoyable to have some life back in her rooms, to have some laughter and happiness once again seeping through the walls.

"You're doing it wrong Mistress Seymour," Anne taunted, immensely enjoying the fact that Jane Seymour could not dance to save her life. The girl could hardly step in time to the tune, let alone dance to it; three times she had tripped on the skirts of her dress.

Anne raised her hand to signal for Mark to stop, "Come here Mistress Seymour," she ordered her voice not unkind. The little minx made her way towards where Anne was sitting with slow tentative steps, when she stood in front of her Anne raised a delicate eyebrow. It seemed an age before Jane got the message and fell to her knees in a deep curtsey, yet her eyes never left the Queens face. How dare she look me, her Queen in the eyes.

"I think I know why it is that you are unable to dance Mistress Seymour," Anne stated her voice sickly sweet, "It is that great new locket around your neck weighing you down,"

"Majesty?" Jane questioned feigning confusion, she had known that parading the Kings gifts in front of Anne was not a wise move, but her family had insisted upon it, cause her to stress…to worry, perhaps the strain of it will kill her brat…

" Let me see it," Anne ordered firmly, but Jane made no move to lean closer, instead she grasped the locket between her pale little hands like the mere thought of parting with it would have been the death of her, " I said let me see it," Anne whispered her voice fierce and menacing. Jane lent forward, taking a deep breath as Anne took the locket in her hands and examined it.

Anne looked at the miniature of her Husband in fury, how dare they, the both of them humiliate her in such a way! Un costoso puta, Katherine's voice came back to her as if it were yesterday, was she not in that exact same position today, and he will tire of you…like all the others, She had won that battle, she had won the crown, Henry's love, and now this blond little doe was trying to act as she had, to win a game Anne had all but invented.

"Une prostituée chère," an expensive whore, she doubted Jane even understood the insult being directed at her. Smiling Anne grabbed hold of the locket tightly and pulled ripping it from Jane's neck, leaving a red blotch on the once pale white skin.

To her credit Jane made no reply or protest. Anne would have, and she had, I am no whore, In that position Anne had not been able to hold her tongue, to this day nothing had really changed. Perhaps that was why Henry was so infatuated with the seemingly un-extraordinary woman kneeling in front of her; maybe he wanted Jane because she was the complete opposite of Anne. Was it possible that Henry had grown to resent her so much that he would fall for a woman that, years ago, they would have made light of?

"Leave," finally Jane lowered her eyes standing in a way that was both graceful yet still somewhat awkward, "The mere sight of you sickens me,"

Jane curtsied slightly, before all but running from the room. Yet Anne felt no realise no amount of freedom of being realised from that blonde bitches presence, because that now free from her service, for at least a day or two, Jane would be free to be with Henry, to whisper convincing little lies into Henry's ears, her words dripped in the sweetest honey.

"Shall we resume Ladies?" Anne called, retuning her face to a calm mask, placing her delicate hands on her rounding stomach Anne breathed in a sigh of relief. This was the difference between her and Katherine, this child, her saviour, she would not show weakness.

"My lady," This was just not Anne's day, "My lady may I have a word with you,"

"Lady Rochford," Anne said looking at her sister in law, her voice was cordial, but not warm. There was just something about Jane Boleyn (nee Parker) that she detested, and from her brother she knew that he felt very much the same.

"I wished to talk to your majesty about your brother," Jane whispered. She shouldn't be doing this, Jane knew that, she risked everything by going to Anne, but really what choice did she have? George had to be stopped, only then could he receive salvation for his endless amount of sin, and that was all Jane wanted, for them to be somewhat happy.

"George?" Anne said her smile falling when she noticed the serious expression on Jane's face; she had not seen her brother since the previous morning, "Has something happened to him?"

"No," Jane soothed quickly not wishing to distress her sister-in law any more than need be, " He is fine your majesty it is just that…"

"Jane, what is it?" Anne questioned gently taking Janes arm in her own, "He has not hurt you has he?"

"Not physically your majesty," Jane replied her voice full of hate, and her eyes unconsciously moving to Mark Smeaton.

" Oh, I see, " Anne said her eyes following Jane's and falling on her dancing ladies, still fumbling about to Marks tune, " he has taken a mistress?" for once Anne found herself feeling some level of sympathy for Jane. She knew too well the burden of an unfaithful husband.

"I…I shouldn't but…" Jane stuttered at a loss for words.

"Jane you need not say anymore," Anne kindly said, " I shall talk to George see if he cannot be so… Well George,"

"Thank-you, Your Majesty," Jane said hopelessly aware that the Queen would never see what she was trying to tell her.

Jane Seymour did not know what to do with herself. She could not go back to the Queens rooms, not for at least two days, and when she did, oh she did not want to even think of it. She would not return to her family's rooms, they would be immensely disappointed with her, even though she had done absolutely nothing wrong. They had told her to flaunt the king's love, and she had, against her better judgement, she had worn Henry's gifts with pride and confidence, showing Anne that she could not touch her, that Henry's love was not going anywhere, and now look what had happened, Anne had humiliated her, Anne had won.

She was not even able to see the King, who was busy preparing for the Princess Elizabeth's upcoming visit later that day; he had talked of nothing but his little jewel for a week. Normally Jane would refuse to think an ill thought of any child (no matter their parentage) but these last few days she had, she had almost wished the little girl unwell. It was something she prayed forgiveness for every night.

"Mistress Seymour," Jane could be called nothing if not shocked by the voice of the Spanish ambassador addressing her… what could Chapuys possibly want with a lowly knight's daughter?

"Ambassador," Jane said politely, bowing courteously.

"I hear Mistress Seymour that you could one day be Queen," Chapuys voice was low scarcely above a whisper but Jane heard every word as if they were screamed directly into her ears.

"My lord?" Jane questioned unable to hide her shock. It was no secret that the ambassador and the emperor himself for that matter held no amount of kindness for Anne, but to speak so openly had the man completely lost his mind?

"Let it be known Mistress Seymour that you have the full support of my master and her highness the Princess Mary…."

"Ambassador please, this is treason," Jane interrupted, she could only imagine the reproductions of anyone (especially someone loyal the Boleyn's) could see her now, oh the lies they would tell the King…her name must never be tainted.

"Never fear my lady for God's will, will prevail."

The royal gardens of Hampton Court

Henry could hardly mask his excitement to any of the three men around him. It had been far too long since he had seen little Elizabeth, but then it always did feel like a lifetime in between visits, once his son was born he must make sure to arrange for them more often.

As much as it had hurt him to do, Henry had felt he had no other choice but to deny Anne's request that Elizabeth be brought to the court for the remainder of her pregnancy, at the time he had thought that the excitement of Elizabeth's presence would have been too much for his wife in her delicate state, and the state of his son must come before all other things, even his precious jewel. He would be lying if he said that procuring his sons safety had been his only motive behind refusing such a request, it had hurt Anne, it was a punishment he could deliver without the risk of a miscarriage, he had almost taken pleasure in the pain in her gorgeous eyes…but it had quickly turned to guilt knowing that he had once again hurt the woman he swore he would never let harm come to, I shall arrange for the Princess visit only when she has a little brother to meet, he saw now that he had been cruel, and he thanked God that Charles had given him a means to, in a way, apologise to Anne. Perhaps Elizabeth's presence would bring some of the life back into Anne's dreary form.

"Papa, Papa," It would take a heart of steel not to smile at that musical voice.

Henry took no notice of the lack of protocol his young daughter emitted, picking her up in his arms and swinging her around, enjoying the squeal of laughter that followed, he could hear Lady Bryans sigh of 'Princess Elizabeth' and he knew without a doubt that she had been instructing Elizabeth in all the things she must do when she was presented to her parents, but Henry preferred it this way. He liked the thought that Elizabeth saw him as her Papa and not her king, it was the way a child should be with her parents, and he prayed to God that it would stay that way.

"My Elizabeth," Henry whispered pulling his daughter close to his chest and kissing her head of red headed curls, "How are you my precious jewel?" Henry questioned beginning to walk around the small lake that was located in the gardens. No one else present made a move to follow them, it was clear to each and every one of them, that their King wanted a few moments alone with his daughter.

"I am well Papa," Elizabeth responded wrapping her chubby little arms around her father's neck.

"Did you miss me?"

" Of course Papa," Elizabeth said very seriously clearly wanting to make sure that her father understood just how much she hated being away from her parents, " And Mama as well,"

Henry just smiled down at her before placing her gently on the ground in front of a bed full of roses, "How about we pick some flowers for your Mama, hmm? Then we can go and see her,"

"Oh yes Papa, I think Mama would like that very much."

"That gown is looking lovely Your Majesty," Madge praised looking fondly on her cousin, bent in concentration over the tiny christening gown she was embroidering.

"I would hope so Madge, I have spent all week making it," Anne laughed lightly, "Do you think it worthy of a future King of England?"

"My it is worthy of the…oh my lord," Madge's choice was a mixture of shock and excitement her eyes fixed on the entrance door behind them. But before Anne had a chance to ask what the problem was, she felt a light pulling on the skirts of her lavender gown.

Looking down Anne thought she had stumbled into a dream. Elizabeth. Oh how her heart warmed at the mere sight of her. She had grown so much, and was more beautiful than Anne could ever have hoped…one day this little girl would make a great Queen.

"Elizabeth Oh my own heart," Anne said kneeling down and pulling Elizabeth into her arms tightly, she was stopped from lifting her daughter into her arms by the sound of her husband's voice.

"You must be careful sweetheart," his voice was kind, she almost fainted at the sound of it. For once in the last couple of weeks her smile was not forced when she looked at him, for the first time in what felt like decades she saw the Henry she had fallen in love with.

Sitting down Anne motioned for Elizabeth to sit in her lap, which her daughter did quite happily, placing a hand full of red roses in her mother's face.

"Oh they are beautiful Elizabeth," Anne said smiling fondly down at her young daughter, was there a more perfect being in the entire world? Anne was positive that there was not.

"Papa picked them," Elizabeth added as if it were of the upmost importance.

"Lovely flowers for my lovely wife," Henry said moving to sit across from his wife and child. He was stopped momentarily by Anne's hand grabbing onto his and kissing it lightly.

"Thank-you my love,"

Today they would be happy, Henry promised himself, today they would be as they were, for the first time in a long time Henry could detect the love he bared for Anne, it was practically emitting from his pours, it was a passion he would never feel for another being, he knew that, not even Jane, his sweet lovely Jane, could evoke such feeling from him, and for at least the next few hours he would not think of anything outside that room, it was his gift to Anne for giving him Elizabeth, once the baby was born perhaps thing would be this perfect forever.

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