Henry rose from the bed and moved towards the chamber pot. It had been placed by one of the small windows in the chamber. He looked out and smiled. Down below in the garden was the girl that was plaguing his dreams. She was simply dressed in a more delicate version of a peasants dress. He heard her laughter as she spans around playing a game with some local children. Her hair was down and flew around her.

Henry laughed. Anne looked up at the window as if she had heard him. He hid. What was he doing? He understood that he lusted after the young lady, but he knew very little about her. Wincing in pain, he called for a servant.

Down in the courtyard, Anne giggled as the youngest children ran around. She loved playing with the servant's children and others. She knew when she returned to court she would go secretly do more charity around the poor. She unlike many people of her class understand what real poverty was. Poverty in the countryside was different from that of in town. But the fear of illness was the same.

Little did Anne know that her father was watching her from the doorway of the castle. Anne turned and smiled at her father and ran to him.

"We were just playing," Anne joked. "Some of the children are scared of the King that I thought they could let off some steam."

"I understand," Thomas joked back. "But, you must remember that you are a lady, not a child anymore."

"Papa," Anne giggled. "I know that."

"You are my wild child," Thomas looked over at the children who were all looking up at him. "I am sure that your parents want you back at home. I need to borrow Anne."

"Oh," called out the children. They wanted to play more.

"Please, Mister Sir Thomas Sir?" Asked little Rachel the daughter of the cook and head gardener. Thomas laughed as he watched the other children nodding their heads, large smiles spread across their faces.

"I am very sorry. But I am sure that you can continue playing your games in the gardens. I believe that your father Mistress Rachel is working today in the top lawn," Rachel nodded. A flash of sadness spread across her face which was quietly replaced by a grin. The children ran off towards the top lawn.

"Your it," shouted Tommy one of the oldest boys.

"No am not," cried Edmund, his younger brother.

Anne and Thomas turned and walked back into the house. George was waiting for them with a note.

"It's from Uncle," George said handing over the letter to his Father.

"He must want an update on the King," Thomas muttered.

"George, has the king risen from bed yet?" Anne asked. George nodded.

"He asked for a male servant," George followed his baby sister up the grand staircase and towards her chamber.

"Well that is good," Anne stopped. "George, could you get the doctor."

"Of course," George ran to get the doctor. He bumped into the king's friends on his way.

"Boleyn, just the broke we have been looking for," said Compton.

"How can I help you gentlemen?" asked George. The three men had become fast friends.

"The king is in love with your sister," Knivert whispered.

"Which one I have two?" George teased. "Oh, you mean Anne."

Anne knocked on the door.

"Come in!" called out Henry. Anne opened the door and walked into the room. Henry was standing being helped to dress standing in front of her large mirror in the centre of the room. Anne curtsied deeply. "Mistress Anne, I want to thank you for your care."

"I am just happy to serve your Majesty in any way I can," Anne whispered.

"Rise, my love," Henry stood up straighter.

"Your Majesty, I was just checking up on your health," Anne said looking the tall King up and down.

"As you can see I am up and about," Henry grinned at her.

"How is your back?" Anne asked.

"Sore but I can move about," Henry said wincing as he moved. Anne narrowed her eyes when she saw this.

"Are you sure?" she demanded.

"You question your King?" Henry demanded.

"Yes, and as the person that saved your sorry life, I would question the man who thought he could volt a ditch using a thin piece of wood. A standard pole would not even hold my weight let alone a fully grown man. You might be a King your majesty, but you are also human. You could have died. Did you think of that? Did you think that you could have died and your poor friends would have been blamed because they did not stop you? Have you no history? How many princes and kings are only known for how they died? Your Majesty, England has a king had died having been killed on the toilet. You would have been known as Henry the eighth; just other King killed while hunting. But this time it would have been the king's stupidity that killed him," Anne ranted in a whisper-shout. Henry grew red in the face.

"My sorry life?" He asked. "Yes, I know history. I am bound by it. I know I was fooled in actions, but I will not be spoken to by a lady of my court," Henry waved the servant away. Henry advanced on Anne. "I thank you for saving my life, and all I get in return is a lecture."

"You knew someone who does not only say yes to you," Anne said trying to calm Henry down.

Henry stopped in front of Anne. Anne was trapped. Henry lowered his head down to reach Anne's. He grabbed her up into his hands and kissed her hard on the lips. The kiss was full of the passion and fire that both felt for the other. Henry picked Anne up; she wrapped her legs around his middle. He grunted in pain. But he was not going to stop kissing the woman in his arms.

Anne knew that she had to make him stop. She needed to make herself stop. But she could not. This was wrong. So wrong. He was married and a King. She was nothing.

"Stop," Anne managed to whisper breaking the spell the two were under. "You are in pain, and I should not be doing this," Anne pulled herself away from Henry. "What must you think of me?"

Henry annoyed and shocked looked down at the young woman. Both out of breath and red in the face. Anne's hair was a mess; her lips ready kissed. Who was she to say no to him?