***Flashback***

Henry was in his chambers with Henry Seymour who brought him the news that his brother Thomas tried to rape Anne. He was so furious. How could he even dare to do something like this to his Anne.

"How is she? Is she well?" Henry asked his brother-in-law. Seymour could hear the worry in his voice.

"She was very lucky that Edward came in time to save her. When I left she was still unconscious, but the doctor said that she will wake up soon. Thankfully she didn't lose the child."

"Child? What child?" King was shocked.

"Lady Beauchamp is ten weeks gone with child."

"Leave me! Now!" Henry yelled after a short silence.

When his brother-in-law left he poured himself wine and sat down.

He couldn't believe that Anne was pregnant. Could the child be his? No, he didn't lay with her since she lost the last baby. He was too busy courting Jane. Jane who still wasn't with child. Why was this happening to him? Anger overcame him at just thought of Anne pregnant with other man's child. He remembered how beautiful she looked while she was expecting Elizabeth. She absolutely glowed. They were so happy then.

Henry couldn't understand why Jane hasn't conceived jet. He visited her bed regularly. She was from fertile family. Was her inability to become with child sing from God? Henry had too many questions and do one to give him answers.

***End of flashback***

Now he sat in his throne with Jane next to him. She looked very pretty in her new pink gown. She smiled, but he could see that she was nervous. They were expecting her brother Edward and Anne. Even now when she was Queen and held more power, Jane was afraid of Anne.

Henry looked across the room searching Lady Ursula Missledon, who was his mistress, for past two weeks. She was a very pretty young woman with her dark brown hair and green eyes. Ursula was perfect mistress passionate, seductive, demanding ... He would keep her by his side until Anne gives birth her brat, then she will take her rightful place as King's lover.

He couldn't wait to hold Anne in his arms again, he missed her too much.

Jane was perfect wife submissive, kind, pretty, virtuous and merciful, but he missed the passion that he shared with his former wife.

"Lord and Lady Beauchamp." Herald announced and Henry saw that Jane winced a little bit. Her smile has turned in a grimace.

When Edward and Anne Seymour walked in the Hall, he had to admit that they made a very powerful impression. Not as powerful as he and Anne once made, but powerful still. His former wife looked absolutely radiant. She wore the red gown and he always adored that colour on her. It suited her so well. Her long curls cascaded down her backs. Around her slender neck, she wore one of the necklaces that he gave her during their courtship. It was a beautiful piece made of gold with rubies and one pearl that was hanging. Henry saw the swell of her pregnant belly and he was overcome with jealousy. She was so enchanting in his eyes and he hated Edward for possessing her.

"I am very pleased to welcome members of my Queen's family." Henry said in regal voice and Anne felt chills when she heard his voice.

"We are very glad to be here," Edward answered and they bowed.

Anne hated that she had to bow to that wench, but as their eyes met she could see a fear in Mouse Queen eyes. It was a good feeling to know that Jane was still afraid of her.

"I hope that you will enjoy the feast."

"We sure will."

Anne saw that Henry was looking at her like she was the piece of cake that he wanted to eat. He hadn't looked at her in such manner for a long time. One part of her was happy because of it, but the other felt very uncomfortable.

"Are you well?" Edward asked when they mixed with the rest of courtiers. He lightly kissed her hand and she smiled to him.

"I am. Thank you for concern."

But Edward knew that she hated that she had to come here, in the place where she lived happiest and saddest moments in her life.

It was a great feast and everybody looked happy and pleased, well everybody except the King. He was in rather foul mood.

"I will come to your bed tonight.", He said to Jane, but he didn't even look at her. Instead, he was looking at Anne. Jane saw that too and her heart sank. She knew that Henry had an affair with one of her ladies. That hurt her, but she knew that it was his right so she didn't complain. But Anne was dangerous, she already pushed one Queen from the Throne. Jane knew that if Henry loved his former wife her only chance to win him back was to give him an heir.

She suspected that she was with child, but it was still too early to know.

She must be patient. Once that, she has a son Henry will love her forever.

She watched people dancing wishing that she knew to dance so well, but she was too clumsy and she felt uncomfortable.

She noticed that Henry drank too much tonight.

"I think that it time for us to retire," He said in some strange voice.

"If that would please you, my lord."

"Yes, that will please me very much," He mumbled.

As they stood up everybody bowed to them. While they walked to Queen's chambers Henry imagined that it was Anne and not Jane behind him. He wanted her so much again.

When they came to chambers Jane's ladies quickly left.

"Come to me my dear.", Henry said to his wife, but as she came closer her golden locks turned into raven curls in his mind. He didn't see her pale blue eyes, but dark, almost black eyes.

"Kiss me.", He ordered and she blushed. Anne never blushed.

Kiss was too soft and gentle for his tastes. It was all wrong. He pulled her in the iron embrace and kissed her roughly. His eyes were closed so that he could imagine the one that he wanted to kiss.

As he pushed Jane to the bed he softly mumbled "Anne..."

When they parted Jane turned to her side and cried quietly.

AN: I hope that you liked this chapter. There weren't much Edward/Anne moments, but I promise that it will be in the next chapter. I wanted to capture Henry's and Jane's reactions to Anne's return. I hope that I made it believable. Should I add Princess Mary in the story? Review please, it means so much to me to hear your opinions.