I'm so sorry, I haven't had a chance to update as I had four final exams this week so revision pretty much took up most of my time (I had two maths exams on the same day it pretty much killed me), I know it's very short but the last chapter will be up very soon so without further ado here is the latest chapter I hope you enjoy it and please review. I own nothing.
21.) Unbidden
His feelings for her were unwelcome and unwanted, the time in which he had rejoiced in their love was over, now it was just painful, he prayed to god to diminish it to make him love Catherine even a third as much as he loved Anne, there was nothing easy about being truly in love. There was a moment however when he came to escort her to the tower where she instead of getting angry or crying, gave him a small sad smile, and he almost crippled under the weight of it. It was in that minute, that second that he realized he would never not be in love with her, no amount of time or space would ever change that.
22.) Vain
Henry was by nature a very vain and proud man, he was the king, the king of England by divine right, and as such he needed a wife with a submissive and obeying demeanour, and not a woman who challenged him and who was in every way his equal. The irony continued to be that the very thing that had made Henry fall in love with Anne was the very thing that he was growing to resent, with every breath it rubbed against him in the most irritating way, infuriating him to no end. Hate is a vicious emotion it claws at one's soul, and feasts, hate eats you alive ever growing ever punishing. As their marriage had turned sour Cromwell and the rest of her enemies leaped at the opportunity, and the king's malice grew.
23.) Wrong
Tears gentle rolled down her face, her eyes remained fixed on his "why?" the word sounded chocked, and for a moment Anne wondered if he had even understood it.
"Because that's the way it's meant to be, and you know it" he replied, the words themselves were rather harsh and had it not been for his soothing tone she would have flinched. "You were always meant to be a queen, his queen" Charles gave a short rather forced laugh "It was written in the stars, I wasn't planned, I was never meant to happen, we were never meant to fall in love"
A broken sob escaped her lips and Charles tenderly wiped her tears with the pads of his thumbs and then kissed her forehead softly working kisses down the side of her face along her cheek to her quivering lips, one perfect barely there kiss was shared and by the time Anne open her eyes Charles was walking out of the door. That week she married Henry, she had made her bed now it was time to lie in it.