The sound of his voice still lingered in her ears. Was it true that he still desired her after all this time? She didn't want to let her emotion slip, she knew that it could never be the same between them.

She didn't bother to have her maid change her into her night wear she sat still on her bed waiting for the messenger to come. Tightening the cloth in her hands she was truly nervous even more so that now it was going to be a private meeting. She wasn't sure what he would say to her, or even if she could get any words out herself.

An hour had passed thinking he had changed his mind she asked her maid to come back in to her privy chamber to help her undress. Grabbing at the strings of her dress awaiting the feeling of freedom to breath easy again she tugged freeing herself a little. The older woman came into the room with a bowl full of water for her to wash, then walking over to the bed to where her mistress had been sitting to aid her. Moments before the maid could grab a hold of laces there was a swift hard knock at the door. Startled by it she made a small noise and quickly went towards it. Elizabeth grabbed a robe that lay on the bed beside her quickly putting it on.

Her eyes slightly lit up to see her brother standing

there a little out of breath it seemed.

"brother, what is it?"

He looked at her with a almost pitiful look.

"you must come now, he wishes to see you."

That was all he said before turning around so that the maid could replace the dress.

Taking her brothers hand it seemed that she needed help in way of even walking now. Her nerves seem to have gotten the best of her and even now Charles had seemed to notice. This would not do. She turned to him as the walked in a hurried fashion.

"I don't think I can do this, it has been such a long time"

She looking into her brothers eyes and the to the ground not liking what she saw.

"you are being silly girl, you must know that he has been waiting for you to return and is getting very impatient was we speak."

She knew that he was right. There was no need to fear the King…well not yet anyway.

They reached the giant doors that behind them the King's privy chambers. Charles let go of her hand as the door opened up. Seeing the light of a fire inside she entered the room. The door closed swiftly behind her that made her jump a little. She laughed at her childishness and made her way towards the chairs in front of a large fireplace. She could feel the warmth already the raging fire that had the room at a glow. She turned to where she felt his eyes on her. He was sitting by the fire, taking a little breath as she went into a low curtsy.

"your majesty"