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"Brother." I spoke, appearing behind him as he chatted up with a meek, plain girl. He turned to look at me, sighing and looking back at the girl. I knew full well that he'd leave her in a heart beat to go with me, no matter how much he liked this plain bird.

"Forgive me. My sister beckons and I must obey." He then turned and walked down the steps, my arm wrapped around his left one and we walked away from this girl who looked as if she could strangle someone. Perhaps she wasn't *that* meek after all.

I knew that Thomas really didn't care if that girl back there forgave him or not...she was just another girl at court, and there were many more to come.

We walked together off and into the gardens, away from all the people and noise. I could hear some birds cooing only so far away and then I saw a pond with two swans swimming around in it.

"Look, Thomas. Swans." I said, resting my head on his shoulder, he chuckled and I could tell he was grinning without even looking up at him as we walked. Thomas is a wonderful brother. My best friend besides George, Anne and Cara. My most trusted friends of all. I closed my eyes slowly then, enjoying this calm moment until I heard a laugh and someone jump us. Hugging me quickly then Thomas. Anne of course.

"Anne, I didn't hear you coming up behind us there." I told her, my eyes were still closed but I felt her wrap her arm around my left one, all three of us walking, trying to keep a good footing as we walked down hill, still beside the pond.

"Of course you didn't. You never do, Marie." She laughed, smiling probably. I reopened my eyes and looked over at her. Yes, she was smiling, and I had to smile back.

"The king is in love." She told us both, laughing softly and looking at the swans and then back at us "With me."

"With you?" Thomas asked, grinning ear-to-ear, again with the whole perhaps he should have been born a woman but then again, he did marry what's-her-face from before. Divorced. My god, Father and Uncle had a field day when Thomas told them both he wanted a divorce from his wife. But he did get two children from the marriage. My two lovely nieces. They are wonderful.

I love Anne, as a sister and best friend. I don't completely trust her at times though. I know that's a horrible thing to say about a friend, but Anne is a tricky one. That's the truth. But then again, so am I. Uncle will compare Anne and me at times, even when we were children.

"Of course, Thomas." She said, with a very serious look on her face as she nearly glared at him for questioning her then smiled once more as she looked at me "He wants to marry me."

"Marry you." I repeated, and she nodded, resting her head on my shoulder then raising it back up, looking around at the birds flying over view.

"Yes." She told me, even though I hadn't asked a question really.

"He told you this?" I asked, and she looked back at me still grinning, her perfect teeth showing.

"Yes, he just needs the Pope to agree to give him a divorce. But I rather think he doesn't need the Pope's permission to divorce." I could hear Thomas's small noise of annoyance at that word, divorce; he didn't like hearing it at all really. And why should he? His ex-wife was a viper, a serpent like Jane Parker.

"Anne, don't speak that way. You know it'll tear the country apart if the King broke away from the church." I scolded her, but still I could see her reasoning. She was falling in love with the King. The worst thing she could have done at his particular moment.

"It won't. You'll see. We'll be a happy couple and in love. He says I'll be his only love, his Queen." I know the King's ways, as does Anne's sister. I want to ask Anne what will happen after he tires of her. But what if he does not? That's what the Queen thinks now. That the King will tire of Anne but she is wrong. I love the Queen as well, but it's the truth. Anne has bewitched the King, that's what Father says. But Anne will never be the King's *only* love I think…it's too hard for him to love only one person, but he only loves himself. That's my thoughts on this theory.

"Anne." I warned her but she loosens out of me and moves away several steps, looking at both of us, Thomas and me.

"He does love me, you'll see. Both of you."

"Anne, don't put yourself to high in the social ladder, you'll have more to lose if you do." I told her, nearly glaring at her and she narrowed her eyebrows. She stormed off in rage from us, she had quite the temper, and Anne always did, even as child at times. I looked at my brother quickly then as Anne left.

"Thomas...If she gets her way…you know she'll send our whole country in a roar." I told him and he nodded, we both looked back at where Anne had left. We knew worst things were to come quite soon. It'd only take a matter of time to do so. I worry for Anne even more now. Hopefully, if the King does get a divorce and marries Anne…that she shall have a male heir…for if she doesn't…I fear the worst for her then. Anne Boleyn. My other sister.

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