Okay so I know I haven't written in a while and I am sorry. I have been the trainee for a while and I don't write at home because my keyboard on my laptop is missing a few keys and its too hard. But here is chapter 14. Ch 15 will be out soon. I will say Friday morning around the same time. So please don't get discouraged the chapters will start flooding in.

November, 1530

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"How long?" He yelled.

"How long what?"

"How long is he going fumigate in this room by himself. It's been 4 days and my patience on my fate is wearing thin." He paced infront of her.

"The King had heard news that has upset him. What is he supposed to do, thank you for telling the truth. He found out that a man is in love with his daughter who is a princess." Anne Commented.

"None of this would have had happened if you would have kept your mouth shut." He shot back, "I stayed away from her. Kept my distance and tried to brake it off after your warning."

"And if you would have forgotten her like I told you, none of this would have conspired. What am I do huh? Lie to my husband?" She asked. "He is the King and I cannot lie to him."

"You have lied about everything else, what would make this different?" He crossed his arms over his chest.

"Take that back." Anne ordered but he shook his head.

"I will not." He said as the door opened.

"Majesty, Lord Rochford." Cromwell bowed. "The King wishes to apologize to his queen about not coming to see you. He has been quite busy these last couple of days but he will see you soon. As for you Lord Rochford, the king wishes to see you."

"As the king wishes it, it must be done." George nodded and followed Cromwell from Anne's chambers.

"What do you think the King will do to him sister?" Marie asked.

"If he is smart, he won't offend the King, or he might lose his head." Anne answered rolling her eyes.

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Henry

The conversation between my beloved Pearl and myself a few days ago kept playing in my head. Her words stinging where they hurt the most. Does no one want a Princess such as she? There is nothing wrong with her. She is a wonderful woman of the age of 17 summers but yet no King or Prince has asked for her hand. That bastard Francis married a Spaniard behind my back, not even replying to my betrothal like I asked. I had to find out by his ambassador. But that also leaves the question of myself. What king of King am I for not getting her hand? She has had everything a man would need. A title, money and she is very witty. Are these not the qualities no one seeks anymore? My poor pearl.

(Flashback)

Rage is what I felt, hearing the words from my wife. How could her brother, fall in love with my daughter. She is a princess and the only one who is worthy of her is someone of her status. What could he possibly offer her? Everything he as is because of me and my generosity towards him, he has nothing. My feet to me to Mary's private rooms. She would be here for her brothers birthday and wouldn't be leaving till after her new sibling would be born so I know I couldn't avoid her and I didn't want her to feel as though I was ignoring her either.

Lightly I knocked, hoping she would be there, but she was. She was the one who opened her chamber door and greeted me, welcoming me into the room with a warm smile.

"Welcome, father won't you come in." She said moving to the side for me to enter. Looking around, I seemed her ladies were nowhere to be found and she was absolutely alone.

"Where are your ladies?" I ask.

"I was not wanting to be around anyone so I dismissed them till this evening." She answered, and she fidgeted with the bottom of her stomacher.

"I see." I mutter, going to her window and looking out. In the same small patch, I could see Anne and her brother. He was sitting on the wall as she pointed to him and what looked like yelling. "I know your secret."

Her footsteps stopped in the middle of her room, the sound of her skirt scraping across the floor came to a sudden halt. "And what secret would that be father?"

"Don't play coy with me Mary. I know all about your feelings for Lord Rochford." I turn around to face her. "He blurted it infront of me in the gardens. In the exact spot he is in now."

"I don't know what you're talking about. Lord Rochford could never love someone like me. I am a Princess I cannot love someone like that."

I could tell this was hurting her to say. Im her father. I know everything about my little girl. I may be a King and have other matters to attend but she is my pearl. Gently I grabbed her by the wrist, pulling her to the sitting area and sat her down before kneeling now infront of her, something I hadn't done since she was a child.

"Tell me the truth Mary." I said.

Small tears streamed down her cheeks, falling from her chin and landing on our hands that where clasped together. "I love him father." She whispered. "But I know you would never allow it. So I have come to the hard decision that this cannot happen. I am a princess and he is nothing but a Lord. It would never work. I explained this to him before I ran away. I am willing to put my faith in your hands for a rightful Marriage that would be befitting my station."

As I left more tears ran down her cheeks and I wanted nothing more than to comfort her but what could I do. How am I to comfort a princess, I am not her mother. Stopping suddenly a thought popped into my head. Her mother. She is the sensitive type. This time I was announced. Katherine had been bed ridden for a while and it was nice to see her up and about.

"Majesty." She bowed. "A visit at this time of day why?"

"Dismiss your ladies, I need to speak to you privately." I ordered.

I took a seat at the head of her table near the fire, waiting for each of her ladies to leave the room before she offered me some wine. She took a seat next to me, crossing her legs with her hands in her lap, and waited for me to speak.

"You haven't been this quiet since before our marriage" She chuckled. "What has you so plugged up?"

"Our daughter is in love." I said after a few moments of silence.

"To whom?" She asked. "He is befitting her station, yes?"

"Actually he's not." I shake my head. "It's lord Rochford."

"George Boleyn." Katherine said with such spite.

I nod. "The very one." I took a drink of wine. Once I answered her, she took the same drink I did. Apparently this isn't what she wants to hear.

"What are you going to do about it? You're not going to let anything happen with that? You promised that she would be married to some befitting her station." She argued,

"How can I have someone marry her when no one wants to marry her?" Every request, and offer are for others. No one replies and I have spoken with many ambassadors and they have all said the same thing. Others are too young and some are too old or already married." I spat. "What am I to do, Marry her off to an old geezer who is about to die."

"At least she would be married."

"That's not the point Katherine. I don't want anything to happen to her. It would break my heart to see her unhappy."

"And I don't want to see our daughter married to a lord or have something happen like it did to your sister." Katherine stood up to refill her glass.

"You think if she marry someone lower she will die?" I Question.

"I don't think, I know it will happen." She answered with a hint of fear in her voice. "Mary has always been fragile and if she marries that Boleyn, I can't imagen what would happen to her and besides if they marry, it would be a breach of our annulment."

"Our daughter finding happiness has nothing to do with our annulment. If she wants to marry a peasant I would let her. You are not the King and cannot decide her fate like I can." I yell standing up. "News with be brought to you from your husband on what I decide."

"Are you going to make him a Marquess like you did Anne so they can marry?" She asked in anger.

"Just to spite you I might." I said leaving.

(End flash back)

So here I am. Debating with myself on whether or not to allow this to happen. I sent Cromwell to fetch Rochford before I decide to speak with Mary. I have to know, why. Of all the women in England, why Mary?

"Majesty, Lord Rochford." Cromwell announced at the door.

"Take a seat Rochford."

"As you wish sir." He stuttered. Taking a seat far away from me as he could.

"I have heard some rumors about you." I face him. "I wanted to ask you face to face if they were true or not."

"Of course Majesty. I am always obliged to answer you." George answered me. I could tell by the wane in his voice that he was nervous beyond belief. Not everyone is sat infront of a King such as me and questioned. So nervous he had a right to be.

"Do you love the Princess Mary?" I asked.

He shifted uncomfortably in his chair, trying hard not to make eye contact with me and I understood why. I was in his position when Author died and I was to tell my own father that I loved the Princess Catalina, but that was so long ago and everything is different. But Katherine's words did sting me. The way she talked about Anne, made by blood boil. How dare she talk about the Queen in such a manner but on the other hand she wasn't wrong. I made a Knights daughter a Marquess to marry her and I received a son for it. So really it was a win on my part.

"Yes I love the Princess Mary, as should any lord or lady of the court." He answered

"That's not what I meant Rochford." I say. "I know you and her and the secrets you keep. She has confessed to everything. Her maids and a few courtiers have seen her and her arguing in the gardens and for that you are banished from court till the beginning of Christmas tide."

His nervousness turned to sadness. I have never banished him from court in the six years he had been at my court.

"May I ask why?" He whispered.

"I don't need you and her making a scandal at the moment. With her birthday coming up and the birthday of Owen and Christmas tide I need everyone to be merry. I want your actions to be blown over before I can make an upmost decision on this matter."

"Majesty" He begged, falling to his knees infront of me. "I love the Princess Mary with all my heart. I have from the first time she kissed me in the gardens. She is kind and witty, has the most beautiful smile and she lights up the room when she enters. I can't stop thinking about her. I want to write her poems and sing to her. I want nothing more than to be her husband. But if the King wishes for me to be banished than I will take my Banishment but may I write to her?"

"You're banished to your London house and you will promise me that you will not step into court until the next month." I say grasping him on the shoulders and pulling him to his feet. "Im going to do what I can George. I married your sister for love and I do believe that my daughter deserves the same. You're dismissed."

I waited till he was gone before taking a seat where he had been sitting in a sigh. Being a King was stressful. "Have you spoken to Lady Elena?"

"Your Majesty, it seems the Lady isn't at court anymore on orders from her Majesty." Cromwell answered, and sat a few documents on the table infront of me.

"What is this?"

"It's the final document from the Act of Secession." He answered, "All it needs is you signature and I will file it for you. Also I am to remind you that you have a private dinner with the Queen."

"Thank you Cromwell. I almost forgot about it." I sigh. Oh wonderful.

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Princess Mary.

The meeting with her father had put her nerves on the frits. With her ladies still out she was utterly alone and she liked it that way. It was a time to give her some time to think. Just her alone with her thoughts. But today her thoughts were interrupted by someone busting through her door and locking it behind him.

"What are you doing here?" She asked.

"I had to see you before I left."

"What do you mean before you leave? Where are you going?" She asked, setting her needle work down.

"A few courtiers, seen us arguing in the gardens last week and told the king, but he already knew. He has banished me from court until Christmas tide."

"What am I to do with you gone? Im here until after my new sibling is here."

"Im only banished to my London house." He said taking her in his arms and kissing her forehead. "I am permitted to write you while I am gone and I will write to you every day."

"You promise." She looked up at him.

"I promise my Princess." He smiled, kissing her passionately, something he has wanted to do for a week but kept his distance once this started.

"George." Mary whispered, pulling away from him and removed the clip from her hair, letting the light brown curls fall down her back. Shaky her hands went to his shirt, pulling it from his britches and over his head only to discard it on the floor and she would feel his hands pulling at the laces on the back of her corset, until it was lose enough for him to remove as well.

She wanted this, she wanted him like she never wanted anyone before and to feel him against her would bring her the utmost delight to know that someone wants her as much as she wanted him. George picked her up as she discarded her shoes on the floor with a thump and smiled as he laid her on her bed. Once he popped the button on his britches, he looked up at her, watching her body and how she responded with his touches.

"Are you sure." He asked.

"I am very sure." She nodded pulling him down to meet her lips.

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Queen Anne.

I know who he is looking for. He has been doing it for the last twenty minutes and its starting to irritate me. He will say something, but I must give it time. Father and I had a discussion about the mistresses and how im not in any danger, but it he does decide to take the wrong one I would be in trouble because that is how I did it. I be tangled him into me, declines his advances and teased him as much as I could to get to where I was. But in the process I dethroned a powerful woman who has become a beloved friend.

So I did what father told me do. I picked a lady from my family and will be presenting her to him. Cousin Madge to be exact. I know I shouldn't, but what could I do. She was family, taking orders from me or my father and her own father. Putting her in his bed would satisfy him at least until the baby is born.

"How was your meal?" I ask trying to drag his attention away from my ladies.

"It was wonderful dear. You said you hired a new cook?"

"My Midwife suggested her actually."

"A woman chef?" He questioned.

"Mt thoughts exactly." I smile standing up with the help of Nan. "Would you care for more wine husband?"

"No thank you." He declined. "Where is Lady Eleanor?"

Here we go. "I dismissed her."

"Why?" He asked.

"She stole something from me." I answered, picking up my glass. "Something precious."

"What did she take?" He asked, taking a drink from his goblet.

"She stole a necklace from me." I crossed my arms,

"Did you have any proof?"

"Yes, I had George search her chambers, he found the necklace and brought it back to me to which I dismissed her at once. She is banished from court for her utter thievery."

"Well as long as you had proof, I don't see why anything would be a miss." He smiled.

"I have a gift for you though." I say taking a look at Madge, for her to present herself.

"A gift."

Madge brought the small punch with her, kneeling infront of my husband and handed him the small red pouch I had given her earlier that day. He gently grabbed the pouch from her, and opened it with a smile. He looked up from the picture, glancing at Madge before looking at me once again.

"Owen." He nodded before looking at Madge again. "Thank you."

"Anything for my King." I nod, while crossing my arms over my chest and look away. I hate doing it this way but it must be done.

"Oh speaking of your brother, I have banished him from court until Christmas tide." He blurted. "A few courtiers seem him and Mary arguing before we came along."

"That's a drastic measure."

"I don't want a scandal in Mary's name for right now. Cromwell has informed me that next spring the Duke of Cleves is sending a delegate to negotiate an alliance with us for trading and what not since we are both protestant countries. If the deal goes through, Mary will be married to the Duke of Bavaria. He is a German Prince and he is a year older then she is." He said as I sat back down and Madge left the room. "I am hoping this will go through as does Cromwell. It would make us a very wealthy country."

"Don't you think Mary should marry for love though?" I asked.

"Your brother is not a good enough suitor. He is only a Lord. Barely has any lands and a house in London that I pay for." He answered. "If Mary married Philip, she would be Queen in a few years after his father dies and their children would be princes and princesses. Once they visit in the spring and all goes well, they will be married that winter."

"I understand." I nod, but my heart was telling me I didn't. Him and I married for love, also didn't help that I was pregnant either. Henry standing is what drug my attention from my thoughts. "Where are you going?"

"I have a meeting with Cromwell." He said leaning down to kiss me. "I almost forgot to tell you, Owen will be brought here a week before Mary's birthday and will be staying till after the birth."

Standing quickly I throw my arms around his neck and hug him even though my belly made it very difficult. His arms rested on my lowed back, my stomach invading his own but he laughed and kneeled down. He kissed the pointiest part of my belly before leaning his forehead on the same stop.

"I love you Henry." I say looking down over my belly at him. He kissed my belly once more before standing up and kissing me.

"I love you too Anne." He said as he left my chambers.

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Henry.

"Majesty, welcome." Cromwell stood up, bowing to him. "What can I do for you?"

"I would like for Charles to escort the Prince to Whitehall next week instead of after Mary's Birthday. It would be a surprise for the Queen to see her son sooner than I already told her."

"That is very generous, Your Majesty"

"She deserves it, plus I would like to see my son as well. I have missed the poor boy." Henry smiled. "I also wanted to thank you for bringing up an alliance between Duke of Cleves and ourselves. Have they confirmed their arrival for spring?"

"Yes, Majesty they have. They are honored that a King such as you have invited them to see your country. I have sent a few delegates of our own to greet them on their own turf and will be accompanying them back to England in the spring."

"Very good Cromwell. I would like for Suffolk to arrange jousting and hunts for the time they are here." Henry smiled. Looking up at Cromwell. "What is it?"

"I was going to wait until tomorrow to bring this up to you but, I was sent this from the Head of Duke of Richmond's household." Cromwell said taking the decorative box from the table beside him and handed it to Henry. "It seems that the Duke of Richmond was playing at the lake near his home and slipped and fell, hitting his head on the rocks and falling in to the icy waters." He sat back down. "I am so sorry your Majesty."

"When did it happen?" Henry said choking back the tears that wanted to escape.

"Two days ago sir. After the first snow fell." He answered fearing the kings' wrath.

"Thank you Cromwell." He nodded, clutching the box close to him and leaving. He took the corridors that he knew would be deserted. He didn't want to see anyone. He knew what was in the box but yet he had to open it. He didn't understand why Bessie didn't come to him and tell him. He was sure she was just as devastated as he was. Once inside his chambers he dismissed the page boys, wanting to be utterly alone and once he was he opened the box.

Inside was the crown of his nobility. The red velvet crown with white fur and blue gems at each point. He threw the box in the fire and sunk down to the floor with the crown in his hands infront of him. Silent tears ran down his cheeks as he touched the white fur that aligned the red velvet. His first son, the one who lived only four springs was with his other children in heaven.

"Henry I need to speak wi-"she stopped mid-sentence at the scene before her. She knew what that crown meant and now that is was sitting infront of him she didn't know what to think.

"He's gone Katherine." Henry whispered not looking up at her. "He's gone."

Walking around the table, she remember that crown. It was given to the boy at his court that was even above her daughter and she remembered every word she said to Cardinal Wolsey about that bastard child. She wished for him to be dead in her moment of anger and frustration because she, herself couldn't have child that was male but now, after everything that had happened she wished to take them back. Seeing the hurt on Henrys face like it was, was more painful than anything. She knew this pain, having lost many children herself. He finally knew what it felt like to lose something precious. Katherine sunk to her knees infront of henry, lightly touching the crown he held.

"Let us pray for your poor child." Katherine said touching Henrys hands and bowing her head. Through her prayers she could head Henrys sobs and wanted so much to comfort him but knew that a pray would have to suffice for now.

"Katherine, I am sorry." He said and it took her by surprise.

"For what Henry?" She asked.

"For putting another above our Princess." He answered. "Will you forgive me?"

"I will always forgive you Henry." She answered. "Come let's get you to bed."

He handed her the small crown, not bothering to change from his clothing and laid down in bed facing away from her. She sat the crown on the table and left his rooms. Ordering for the Pages to return to their King for service.

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Princess Mary.

My mind raced from one thought to another. I was not expecting for him to be so big. I've heard my ladies gossiping about others but never have I gossiped myself. I was never told what love making was going to be like. I was never taught that. I was thought to be a princess and how to rule a court if something were to happen to my father. But this was much different.

He was above me, looking down at my exposed body, smiling at every sound and move I would make. His strong arms grasping my leg, holding it above him while he rocked into me. I felt his pelvis touch between my legs and his breath ghosting over my face and I didn't want it to stop. He was so gently with me, not wanting to hurt me at all. His touches was like he was touching the softest of fabric and I was it. My hands traveled up his arms feeling each time he flexed his muscles, trying to control himself with me. His soft moans send shivers down my spine and each thrust into my sweetness made my body convulse and wanted it hard and faster I wanted to know what it was like but I was too shy to ask.

He leaned down, releasing my leg and captured my lips in a soft kiss as I wrapped my legs around him, tangling the sheet around us both. Moving my head to the side, he kissed down my cheeks to my throat, kissing and nibbling at my collarbone getting small moans of pleasure from me. I could feel pressure and I couldn't help but move my hips faster against his, speeding up his movements. My fingers gripped the sheets as he began whispering in my ear. Words that I couldn't quite comprehend all I knew at that moment was I was floating and my body tingled all over.

"Im going to cum." He whispered in my ear.

"No you mustn't." I say pushing him from me as quickly as I could and the Pain that struck between my legs as he pulled from me halted the tingling I once had. Warmth ran down between my legs and touched the sheets but I didn't move.

"You're bleeding, don't move." He said leaving the bed and going to the water basin and wetting a cloth. He gently wiped the blood from my thighs, making sure that I was completely cleaned before throwing the cloth into the fire. "Don't need your ladies talking do we?"

"I will tell them that I started my bleeding unsuspectedly. Don't worry." I say getting to my knees and stopping at the edge of the bed where he was standing. He stepped closer, wrapping his arms around me and kissing me slowly.

"This is going to be a very long month." He commented.

"You're telling me." I laugh. "Im going to miss you."

"And I will miss you." He said kissing me once more before finding his clothing. He dressed quickly and handed me my gown. I dapped the butt of the gown into the blood that was on the bed before setting it aside and dressing in a night chemise. "I have to leave tonight, but I will write to you in the morning." He said pulling me into another kiss. "I love you Mary."

"I love you to George." I say kissing him one last time before he slipped from my chambers. I knew my ladies would be returning any time now, so quickly I grabbed a book and sat near the fire and opened it to the middle and pretended to read. I thanked the stars I did because as I began to read what I didn't know, my chambers opened to my three ladies back from supper.

"Your Highness." All three bowed to me.

"Lady grace, would you change my sheets please. It seems during my nap, I began my bleeding and it seemed to be everywhere."

"Yes madam at once." She nodded. "What about your gown?"

"Yes that as well im afraid."

"Don't worry Highness. I shall have the blood out within the fortnight." She smiled at me.

"Thank you." I smile and go back to my book. Even though I still had no idea what was going on.

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Okay so the trainee is down at the other post I am free to write once more. I will have another chapter posted soon. Review and like. Till Friday loves.