Henry woke up in pain in a room that he did not recognise. The bedchamber was small and simply decorated. The bed he was in was soft and a small double. Gunting in pain he sat up and hit his head against the headboard.

"Your majesty, I would like you to stop you from hurting my bed," Anne said jokingly as she walked into the bedchamber holding some warm water and a cloth for the King.

"Lady Anne what are you doing here?" Henry asked. "This is a dream?"

"No dream your majesty," Anne said placing the jug and cloth down. "You were injured while out riding with Compton and Knivert it was decided that it was bust for you to rest here while you returned to normal health."

"Anne, you returned my gifts," Henry whispered gasping in pain.

"Sorry we needed to get out the water that you swallowed so you could breathe," Anne said noticing his wince in pain. "Drink this," Anne handed him a mug of hot water. "It's willow bark and lavender tea for the pain. We have honey for sweetness if you want," Anne paused watching Henry drink the bitter drink. "We have requested that your doctors will come as soon as possible, of course, the local doctor attended and said that you would back to full strength in a couple of days."

"Anne, you returned my gifts," Henry whispered again.

"I had to, my lord," Anne whispered back.

"Why truly?" Henry asked. "And why did you leave court?"

"It was good that she was at home," Knivert said from the doorway. "Your majesty."

"Knivert," Henry sighed. "Thank you for your help."

"You should thank mistress Anne, your majesty," Knivert said. "If it was not for her you might be dead."

Henry looked over at Anne who was now kneeling building up the fire in the chambers fireplace.

"It was odd," Knivert continued.

"Odd?" Henry asked.

"She knew how to help when even myself or Compton could not," Knivert said smiling at the young lady. Henry looked between the two wondering should he be jealous. Were they in a relationship.

"How is your room, Master Knivert?" Anne asked. "My brother and I are sorry that they are unfinished."

"No need Mistress Anne myself and Compton are used to worst," Knivert said.

"I'll see if the kitchen is ready with the soup I requested for your Majesty," Anne smiled at Henry and left the room breathing out a sigh of relief.

"Anthony are you love with mistress Anne?" Henry asked drinking the willow bark tea. It was helping with the pain.

"No your majesty," Anthony said. "I, of course, think that she is a beauty and any man would be happy to have Mistress Anne's heart. I believe that she is in love with someone else."

"Who?" Henry demanded.

"You do not know?"

"Anthony I will have your head if you do not answer," Henry stared at his friend.

"I believe that she is in love with you, your majesty," Anthony said as Compton walked into the chamber with George behind him.

"I want to thank you, Master Boleyn," Henry said. George bowed his head in thanks.

"We are happy to serve your majesty," George said. "My dear little sister is beside herself to please your majesty."

"George," Anne walked into the room behind them laughing at her brother.

"I'm just telling the truth little sister," George joked back with a wink. The interaction was watched by the men in the chamber the siblings were close and loved making fun of each other.