The plan swirled in Christian Grey's head. He pressed his lips together debating the plan, but knew that if he wanted to save Anastasia then he would have to agree. A soft sigh escaped his mouth and he looked over at his father. "We need to raise any army." He whispered softly.

"It takes time, Christian, I can't just call up an army to do what we need. I have the resources, but you need to stall for the time being. We need to make it look to Henry that we are going to go along with his ways." Carrick replied, and looked around. He knew that Henry would demand punishment for Christian out burst. "One week that's all we need."

"What about Anastasia?" He demanded, and knew that was why he was being so hesitant. "I want her safe, but this plan will make it look like I going to betray her. I...love her." He paused and remembered that this was the first time that he had used the word love. It made him pause because he knew that was going to change everything forever.

"What do you suggest? We just get all out men killed!" Carrick raised his voice, and knew that death was a price of war but if there was no one left to rule. "You don't want to join the war do you?" He demanded.

"I'm going to kill him." Christian replied, and his tone left no room for rebuttal. He knew that they were going to need to do something. "We don't have a week and we damn well don't have a day. You know that as well as I. You're a damn king act like one."

"You need to watch your tone," Carrick warned, and knew that Christian was taking advantage of this. "What do you suggest I do; order my troops to attack now?" He demanded, and couldn't help but scoff at the idea.

"They won't see the attack coming and their king is here. I take him out and Elena and you go to their kingdom for the take over." Christian spoke dead serious. "I want Anastasia safe when this happens. I want to see her. We do things my way, your highness." He smirked, and knew that he had the power to be king.

The fear of being here in the castle did not sit well with Anastasia. She didn't like that she was forced to be here, or that she was unaware where Christian was being held. She looked around the room, and realized that they could have put her in a worse room. The room was clearly in a tower, and didn't look as nice as the other rooms in the castle but it wasn't a dump. She couldn't help bit frown that there was no bed. She felt her breath hitch in her throat as she watched the door open, and Queen Grace walk into the room. She couldn't help but notice how stunning the queen looked, but took a long step back.

Queen Grace raised an eyebrow at the girl as the door was shut behind themselves. She had talked to her husband about the demands that he insisted on with Elena, but knew that deep down he didn't want Christian to marry Elena just for the kingdom. "You're Anastasia?" She questioned, and tried to flash a soft smile towards the girl.

Anastasia nodded her head yes in a reply. She opened her mouth, but closed it not exactly sure what to say. Christian had taught her to be brave and fight for herself, but in front of royalty was another story. "Where is Christian?" She asked softly, and couldn't help but be nervous that she was meeting Christian mother for the first time.

Queen Grace took another step towards the girl. "With his father answering for his outburst," she paused, and couldn't help but stare at Anastasia. "You're the girl that seems to have my son so love smitten. It's nice to finally meet you." She was trying to be polite but worried about the girl because she knew this was no easy life.

"It's nice to meet you as well." Anastasia replied, and knew that the Queen could be just a stern as her husband. "Why am I here?" She asked, but knew that she might not get an answer for that. "I would like to go home. King Henry and Elena got what they wanted, and I would like to stop making trouble for Christian."

"You are not making trouble for my son," Queen Grace told her sternly. "Christian does what he wants, and doesn't always listen. He has clearly chosen you, and I know that you want to go home but..." She trailed off as the door opened and she watched King Henry walk into the room.

King Henry narrowed his eyes at Anastasia, but turned his attention towards Queen Grace. "I need a word with you! Now!" He hissed, and couldn't believe that the girl had not been killed yet.

Queen Grace followed Henry out into the hallway leaving Anastasia in the room. He growled and gritted his teeth together. "What do you think that you are doing?" He demanded, and watched her every move. "The girl had committed crimes against the crown why isn't she dead yet?"

"That is not for you to decide!" Grace hissed, but took a step back from Henry. She knew what kind of man that he was, but had heard what happened to Mia. "Why isn't your daughter dead for kidnapping mine? Christian was right about her!" She snapped, but the words came out her mouth faster then she wanted them to.

Henry growled and brought his hand up smacking Grace across the face. "You will remember who you are talking to!" He snapped and took large steps towards her. "You apologize to me just as your son will. Don't ever forgot who I am or what I can do to your precious kingdom, your majestic." He spun and walked off to wait for Christian apology.

Grace turned away and brought a hand up to her red face. She gasped as she saw her husband walking to her. She looked down at the ground in shame. She peaked up and noticed that he seemed to be nervous about something. "What's going on?"

Carrick opened his mouth to answer her, but closed it when he noticed her face. He took her chin in his hand making her look up at her. "Who did this to you?" He demanded, and did not enjoy the long pause. "Answer me, my queen!"

"I overstepped my words to Henry," she came out in a whisper, but didn't think that mattered. "What is going on?" She demanded. "Carrick tell me please?"

"I don't have to time to tell you, my Queen. You need to take yourself, Mia, and get yourself somewhere safe:" he paused, and noticed that Christian was coming up the hallway. "Don't ask questions. You need to just due." He paused and looked at his son. "Just as we talked about." He told Christian, and disappeared down the hallway.

Kate had not seen Anastasia since she had been whisked off by Christian and now she was worried. Kate knew that demanding to get into the castle was dangerous, but she needed to know that her best friend was safe. She walked into the area of the castle before she was meet by guards. "I have to see Anastasia Steele right now!"

The guards repeatedly told her no, but they only caught the attention of Elliot Grey. "What is going on here?" He demanded, and knew that security had been increased because of Mia. "Who are you?" He walked over to the girl.

"I'm Kate, but I want to see my best friend Anastasia Steele!" Kate demanded, and crossed her arms across her chest. She knew who he was, of course, Prince Elliot. "Look, your highness, I'm going to see my best friend who is probably with Christian Grey or where they ran off together." She wasn't going to stop until she got what she wanted. "Take me to see your brother and he'll know what happened to her."

Elliot sighed to himself and watched Kate's face. He had known that Christian and Anastasia had been back at the castle for some time, but had been avoiding him. He had betrayed his brother, which wasn't usually him. He wanted his little sister back, but did he have to do that? The question replied in his mind again and again. "Look, I don't know where they are." He lied, and turned on his heels to leave.

"You're a fucking coward!" Kate hissed after him, and knew that he was lying. "No one wonder you didn't want to be king! Christian Grey commands a room and what do you do run away!" She gasped at what words she had spoken, and knew that was a mistake. The words she had used could be considered treason.

Elliot turned back around and could only stare at the girl in utter shock. Had she really had the nerve to say that to him?! "Who the hell do you think that you are!?" He demanded, but a small part of him couldn't help but admire the girls bravery. "You think talking to me like that will get you your friend?"

"I'm not scared of you, if that's what you mean." Kate replied, and looked over at him. "I haven't seen my best friend in weeks, and I'm worried about her. I care about her just as you care about your brother. Take me to them, he would want you to do that."

"I can't do that!" Elliot finally admitted, throwing his hands up in the air. "I betrayed my brother, that's why they are here at the castle. I made a mistake, and I don't know if he'll ever forgive me." He sighed, and realized how guilty he actually was feeling. "I might have cost my brother his life or Anastasia!"

Kate didn't know what he was talking about, and a small part of her didn't care. "It doesn't matter what you have done; it only matters what you can do know. Take me to see her, and make things better."

Christian Grey slowly opened the door to where Anastasia was being kept. He walked into the room, and shut the door behind himself. "I'm so sorry..." He began but didn't get any further as he was tackled into a hug. He hugged her back, and sighed softly.

"I was so worried for you!" Anastasia exclaimed, and pressed her head against his chest. In his embrace was one of the only places that she actually felt safe. "Why are we still in this room?" She demanded, and wanted to be safe with him and have her happy ending.

Christian let go of her and exhaled for a long moment. "It's not over yet, my dear, but I promise when everything is all said and done that you and I will be alright, but you have to trust me, Anastasia. You have to stay here."

"Stay here, in this room?!" Anastasia chocked out, she couldn't believe what she was hearing. "No!" She cried, and moved closer to him. "I want to be with you! I want to stay with you!" She could only stare at Christian in utter shock. She had heard the words but didn't want them to be true.

"Just for a little while, and I promise that I will never leave you. I love you!" Christian told her, and kissed her deeply. That was the first time that he had ever used the words I love you. He pulled back the kiss and headed for the door. He knew that wasn't very good manners but he had to do something. He turned and left.

Christian then spend the next half an hour gathering his men and anything he needed. He looked over at Taylor and Sawyer. He took in a deep breath in and exchanged a glance between his two loyal men. His footsteps felt heavier as they headed down the hallway, and he was debating if he was actually going to be able to do this. He threw the door open and had the chance to see surprise flash into King Henry eyes.

King Henry stood on his feet and was surprised that Christian had brought his men. "Well, it seems that someone has come to apologize." He smirked, but gaze remained on the Taylor and Sawyer. "Come on, Christian, we both knew that you couldn't beat me. We all knew they you'd come for my forgiveness. Elena and you belong together."

"No I will never belong with Elena. I belong with Anastasia!" Christian hissed, and shut the door behind himself. He pulled out a long dagger and looked at the king. "You don't get to make the decisions any more."

Henry eyes the dagger and couldn't believe that Christian was holding the dagger. "What are you going to do kill me?" He scoffed, and looked at Christian. Held out his arms inviting Christian to do something, and remained smirking at him. "You have a temper but killing me do you know what that will do to you? What will Anastasia think?"

"Don't ever fucking say her name!" Christian snapped, and tried to ignore Henry. He couldn't help but admit that Henry was getting in his head. Could he actually love with the idea of killing someone even as terrible as Henry. "I can kill you."

"Do it then!" He replied and made his way over to Christian. "I openly invite you! We both know that you aren't capable, Christian Grey!" He reached over and shoved Christian back. "You're a pussy just like you're father!"

Christian growled and put the dagger into the holster. He growled and clenched his fists and reached up punching Henry square in the face. "You're a bitch just like your daughter!" He hissed and punched Henry again.

Henry stumbled back bringing his hand up to his lips which had busted oozing blood of it. "You're brave." He noted and punched Christian in the stomach before grabbing him and shoving him hard into the wall. Christian grunted as he hit the wall but growled. Christian growled and tackled Henry to the ground. The two began to roll around on the ground struggling. Christian managed to end up on top and kept punching Henry in the face, but Henry kneed Christian in the nuts reversing the position. The two fought as Christian pushed Henry off of him and pulled out the dagger.

Suddenly Taylor who had not said a word had walked over taken the dagger out of Christian hand and brought it up to Henry throat and stabbed him in the throat. Henry brought his hand up to his throat as deep dark red blood began to run down his throat and he fell on the ground. Blood oozed out of his throat onto a puddle onto the floor. "He was getting on my last nerve." Taylor spoke.

Christian looked down at Henry, and he was stunned that the man was finally dead. He looked at Taylor who had done the deed. "Thank you." He nodded his head and looked at the door. Now the only thing standing in his way was Elena, and he was going to take care of her by himself.