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Anne woke during the night with a start sweating and panting heavily. She took a deep breath and placed a hand on her belly to calm herself. She had been dreaming of Henry again. The pain that always consumed her heavy heart did and she let fat tears roll down her cheeks effortlessly. Anne didn't want to work herself into a state but it was so hard not to just break down, so hard to keep self-composure and control, she had lost the man whom she had loved and who she had thought had loved her, but ovbiously not if he had been willing to set her aside so easily yet she had left him and the pain was almost too much to bear and Anne thought that if she wasn't pregnant she would have been overwhelmed with grief and would have died of a broken heart. No one could understand, well apart from Katherine but then Katherine and Henry hadn't been in love not real love, they were bound from duty and were fond of each other. They hadn't had what she and Henry had had or what she had thought they had on any account. Nobody could understand. She had loved him and yet not only was he willing to set her aside for another person which was hard enough to have to accept that he loved someone else apart from her but to also have the knowledge of the extent that Henry would have gone to be rid of her! Anne got up and began to pace around the room. She wouldn't have been able to sleep by any accounts, not now. Anne peeked her head out to her outer chambers and saw that all of her ladies were asleep. With great difficulty Anne managed to pull on a simple dress. It was simply a dark green dress with a jewlled bodice which buttoned up the side which was why Anne had chosen it as this dress she would be able to put on unlike others that laced up the back. Afterwards she looked in the mirror and put her hair up into a bun which was laced with pearls. She looked every inch a Queen. She then took herself outside to the gardens for a walk. The guards were eying her strangely as it was very early in the morning. Anne took a deep breath of the welcome fresh air and sighed, the weight of the world on her shoulders. She began to walk and wistfully wished she could walk her worried away.

Meanwhile the assasin was settling into his rooms. He began to scribble a letter to his master informing him of his arrival. He looked out of the window and sneered with malice because there in the gardens was Mistress Anne. Not long until the whore and her babies would be dead, not long at all and he would be a hero!

Meanwhile in England Henry was dreading having to tell Jane about the triplets. She would be absouloutely devastated but then again Anne would probably die in child labour so he would still be free to marry his sweet but somehow he knew that Jane wasn't going to be appeased by this. Henry was nearly at Wolfhall and wished that he could come with happier knews for his love but instead he brought bad news. Henry couldn't help but smile at the thought that he might have a son in a couple of months even thought it wouldn't be with his love, it was still a son. Henry jumped from his horse and was welcomed into Wolffhall and it wasn't long until Jane appeared from the top of the stairwell and began to make her way down towards him.

"My love," Jane said embracing Henry warmly, "Is it done? Are we to be married?"

Henry's smile faded and was replaced with and anxious look,"No My sweet, but I have news."

Jane nodded and eyed Henry with a look of apprehension.

"Jane I have received a letter from the English ambassodor in France and well it seems... it appears... well Anne is pregnant with triplets."

Jane felt the breath leave her body and Henry had to catch her as she fell towards the floor,

"Why, how? Why would God bless her like so? Not after everything she has done, it must be wrong."

Henry looked at Jane for a moment thinking before deciding to move on from what she had just said, she was shaken and shocked and hadn't known what she was talking about.

"Jane sweet it is okay," Henry soothed her rubbing circles on her back.

Jane looked at Henry, tears in her eyes, "How can you say that, how can you lie to me? It is not okay, if she gives birth to a son then you will not want me."

"Jane calm yourself, I will always want you, besides Anne will probably die in childbirth."

Jane just cried into Henry's shoulder.

Meanwhile in France Anne was in her chambers and the midwife was with her. Anne rolled her eyes as the midwife went on and on.

"My lady I am not going to begin my lying in right now or ever, I think that it would be better for me to be up and about, smelling fresh air, it would benefit the babies more rather than lying in a hot stuffy room!"

"Your Majesty as I have already said, as you have three babies in your womb and are what 7 or 8 months along then the babies could come at anytime, with multiple children woman tend to give birth earlier than their intended date which it is of vital importantce to begin your lying in immediately."

Anne was growing tired of this, it would only stress her out more being cooped up in a tiny room. "I thank you for your advice and expertise but I have made my decison."

The midwife took this as her leave and curtsied before leaving. Anne sighed and sat back down in her chair relaxing. She had not been there long when Francis entered her chambers.

"Anne, why will you not start your lying in?"

Anne sighed, "Because I think it will only stress me more being cooped in a tiny room with only my thoughts or miniscule activities."

"But you could go into labour at any time!"

"Yes Francis but I will only be walking in the gardens or dining in the great Hall or in Elizabeths rooms all of which are downstairs so I will be able to get to my chambers with great ease."

Francis could see he was getting nowhere with this and noticed how tired Anne was and decided how best to raise this point,"Anne you were up really early this morning, a guard alerted me, he was worried as am I. Why were you up so early and dressed and walking in the gardens?"

Annes eyes closed for a moment locking away the paths to her sould which showed her emotions before saying, "I couldn't sleep and decided to refresh myself with a morning walk."

"Anne why can't you sleep, what is it that is stopping you. You ovbiously haven't been sleeping for a long time judging by the tiredness you are demonstrating and the circles underneath your eyes."

Anne held in the tears that threatened to spill down her cheeks whilst replying, "Francis I do not wish to speak of it, I am absoloutely fine, I just couldn't sleep."

"Anne I am worried, as is Mary, after everything you have been through, you are a fiery pasisonate lady yet all of the pain, anger, all of the emotions that you are feeling must be in their, Anne please..."

"Francis I am tired and I wish to rest now."

Francis nodded defeated, "Rest well Anne and reconsider the lying in and think about what I have said."

Anne nodded and stared out of the windows. She thought of Francis' words but pushed them to the back of her mind when her tears threatened to consume her. Just then a courtier entered her rooms with a letter. Anne opened it and read,

Anne

I love all of my children, I merely need a son to secure the throne, which you know as you promised to bear me sons! I have heard the news that you are pregnant with triplets and wish for you to return to England for the birth and Anne I am still your husband and will not sign divorce papers whilst you are in another country and pregnant and your actions were unacceptable but we will discuss it when you return.

His royal Majesty King Henry

Anne sighed in disbelief and pain, if she had not been with child then he would have been rid of her or worse sentenced her to death. He thought she didn't know, and her actions, what of his? And there was no mention of Mistress Seymour. No she knew his game, all he wanted from her was a son and if she didn't then that would be it! Anne was sad and a tear rolled down her face before she angrily wiped it away defiantly and began to write a letter to Henry furiously.

Next chapter

Henry recieves a letter from Anne

More on the assasin

Mary and Anne scene

Mary and Francis scene

Anne and Elizabeth scene

A shock !