Chapter 21: Fates Unknown be told
Slowly she smiled as the grim realization of truth soothed her pounding pulse, her dark piercing eyes penetrating the misty clouded tears that seeped down her silken flesh, "If this is how my heart is broken so be it, return to YOUR BROTHER'S WIFE and leave me be, for I shall NOT love a man who pursues MY BROTHER'S BELOVED".
The desperate anger seethed beneath her tender skin as her heart pounded into the endless night "Never did I believe you would betray me, Never did I believe you could make my heart weep with such sorrow and yet YOU have torn my heart asunder, I shall NEVER be YOUR WIFE or YOUR QUEEN, Never shall I marry a man who does not hold my heart, For how can you cherish it, if you have but ripped in two"
Slowly Henry peered from beneath his grasping hands "For how can you cherish it, if you have but ripped in two".
The words breaking his already wounded soul, Anne his one true love, the woman destined to be his Queen, stood before him pain convulsing her very figure as she pleaded to be released from there intended betrothal.
He had never intended for her to know, Jane was but a fantasy, so different from the powerful and proud woman that stood before him, Anne had possessed him body and soul, his very thoughts screamed her name until he feared he may go mad without her delicate hand within his grasp and yet Jane seemed so pure a soothing balm to Anne's blistering fire.
In truth Anne would always possess him and control him, pushing him to heights that no mortal could dare dream, so similar in power and control to his Grandmother, the infamous Lady Margaret Beaufort, Just as My Lady the Kings Mother ruled the court Anne would reign but she would not be frugal, Anne would use her passion and strength to bring about a golden world
From their first caress he had known, sensed the passion and the drive for domination, the need to possess her completely, the one woman who would forever complete him and help lead his country into inevitable glory and yet she also presented his Grandmother's will, Pure Iron beneath a velvet veneer, she would not relent, she would never wither and she would ALWAYS win.
How Jane had seemed a calming notion, a single soul void of ambition, one who would but please her King, in many ways she renewed his love of womanhood, the ideology of purity, a symbol of maidenhood.
Her glistening golden hair, her slender creamy skin, so different from Anne's dark enticement, truthfully Jane's soothing presence rekindled the love he bore for his mother, Queen Elizabeth of York, submissive and pliant, Always prepared to do her husband's bidding and for this alone he had dreamed to possess her, his Royal Mistress.
She could have remained hidden, married unto George who could not have hoped to love her as he wished to, surly George could see the advantages, with his mouth sealed shut for his King's pleasure George would have been amply rewarded, Jane would have been well guarded and Henry's love of the Boleyn family complete.
Anne would be his Queen mother of his heirs and Jane his beloved mistress unmarred by his frequent encounters, for she a married woman could pass off their precious children as Boleyns and he as a beloved Uncle would cherish them, granting them dukedoms and Baron ships as compensations for his un-acknowledgment and to please his worshiped Queen.
Only now did he see his folly, his dreams scattered in the wind, Anne no longer wished to be his possession, demanding her freedom and his bitter return to Katherine.
"I am the King of England, and I shall do as I will, I shall NEVER relinquish my claim, It is not for you to judge me Madame, If I wish to possess the Lady Boleyn then only she and I are of concern, you have chosen not to come to my bed and left it cold and bitter, As KING it is MY RIGHT to find another to warm it"
The angry words spilling from his mouth before sense or reason could hold them in, Anne would not be swayed by crude and demeaning ploys, and she would not be scared of ill kept promises of banishment, not when she wished to be free to begin with.
"If that is your will MY KING then I shall have no part of it, I shall bid your Grace farewell, I shall not stay where my love is unwanted".
Her quicken pace, and daring flight stopped his heart in a bitter beat, she would leave, she would not return, come Hell or high water he would never again possess her and only then did he weep and cry out her beautiful name "Anne".
But her pace did not slow, not even a silent backwards glance was thrown his way, not until she reached the end of the dark deserted hallway "Good bye My King I shall be taking my Family with me from court".
She had won, he would not argue and deep within he knew that within the day the Boleyns would be gone and try as he might he could not bear then anguish of her departure, softly he called, her name echoing on his tear stained lips.
She had won, Jane would leave, Anne would stay for he could not see her light extinguished from the presence of his life, he would win her heart once more, he banish every thought of ever possessing the Lady Jane Boleyn, for within his own weeping flesh he knew his only salvation from madness lay within Anne's tender touch, her piercing gaze filled with affection and her silken lips delighting in her mischievous smile.
Her heart pounded would he follow, she knew no other way to save her beloved brother's marriage, she could not demand he send Jane from his sight, for this would only make determined to possess her, she had but two option allow Jane to relent, force her compliance and allow her brother to be cuckolded, a choice she was but loathed to accept, for even Anne knew Jane was different to Henry, he had dared her anger to possess Jane, this alone signified her untold power.
This solution was but a fools dream, Henry would not tire of Jane as long as he possessed Anne, they were but two polar opposites, Ice and fire, Light and dark.
Henry would dream to possess both, as each would counter the other and within his mind's eye his life would be complete.
Her only other choice was to give Henry no option, to force his hand, make him believe this was his decision that he no longer wished to possess Jane. That he could NOT have both.
Anne had made her choice, forced Henry's hand, she would not stay where she was unwanted, and he could not live knowing she had gotten away.
The idea that another would wed her, own her, that she would be forever out of his reach would haunt him until the ending of his days, he would not return to Katherine not know that he believed his own lies, Anne would be his one thought, his one dream and he would do anything to possess her heart once more.
His feet pounded along the stone pavement, his heart racing as he entered her family quarters unannounced "Anne" he called her name in desperation, his fear of her leaving paramount "Anne".
The silence echoed and slowly two figures emerged from the inner family apartments, George held her tight as Jane approached the Kings tall standing figure "I am sorry your Grace but My Sisters, had left for Heaver."
Slowly His heart broke, she was gone, she would not return and she had left in anger, her last words echoing throughout his mind "I shall not stay where my love is unwanted".
Startled he stood, "Why do have you remained within my Court Lady Boleyn" his desperate need to sooth his darkened guilt all consuming "I have given my permission for you to return to Grimstone with your husband, why does your presence blacken my court".
"Anne did not inform us of your kindness your Grace, she was distressed upon her arrival, it may have slipped her mind" Georges strategically placed words swiftly penetrated Henry's desperate heart, Anne was distressed, he had caused her emotional pain, so paramount it manifested throughout the physical pain she could not hide, he had shattered her heart.
"We will leave as soon as we can be made ready, if this pleases you My King".
Silently Henry stared, his heart weeping tears of desperate blood, for the woman that stood before him he had all but banished his true love from sight, for lust he had ruined his life "How long ago did Anne depart"
The desperate words answered Georges inner Question, Anne had fought for his marriage, she had turned the kings passion for Jane into Pain, she had dealt her hand, in Henry's mind the price for Jane's body was now Anne's heart and all knew that was not a price the King would be willing to pay, Not now in any case.
"Not an hour ago My King, if luck is on your side she may still be within the city walls".