Anne looked at Brandon and then looked away, she wanted more than anything to marry him. The courts rumors were always rampant, and maybe they would die down. To Anne it was almost just that she marry Henry's one true friend. She hoped that others would see it that way as well. It was true that she was Queen, but she was still human deep within. She mostly wanted love, and any power that came with that was simply stability. Anne studied Brandon, and she wondered if her hatred for him once was simply a denial of love. A Queen was never allowed to love another, and if Anne had it could have meant her life. The strong hatred seemed to be replaced by love so quickly for them that she wondered if it were not simply Henry's wish and divine blessing. The King of England was a god after all, and he got his way.

Anne smiled at him, and then wrapped her arms around him. "Yes, yes I will be your wife." Brandon laughed, he was so happy that he couldn't help it. He picked Anne up in his arms, and twirled her around for a moment. She laughed with him, and their happiness was clearly heard within the palace walls to anyone around. There was the truth that they needed each other now, and now they would be with each other forever. "You're going to be quite famous Brandon." He laughed at her; he didn't long to be famous. "If it is my family roots, then perhaps. A guy like me wasn't meant to run a country though." Anne smiled as he set her down on the bed, she didn't release her grip on him. "You are my love, and one day your heir could possibly rule England."

Brandon sat beside her, and then looked at her. "I have no wish for any heir of mine to be King. It nearly destroyed Henry, and I need no heir. You are free of that duty Anne." Anne smiled a little, and then grasped his hand. "If you'd like a son, you shall have one." Brandon smiled at how she held his hand. "If fate allows it, we shall have a child of our own." Anne seemed pleased with this answer, as she didn't mention anything else about it. "I'm sorry you had to be locked inside the tower." Brandon looked away for a moment. "That is not your fault. What's going to happen to George? He is your brother after all." Anne sighed, sometimes being Queen also had its downside. "He will be executed by way of beheading. I will make him a sign that I will not accept betrayal."

This shocked Brandon, and it must have shown on his face. "He betrayed me, and he could have tortured you! I will not allow him to do that and live." Brandon pulled her into his lap, and he gently held her there. "I did not mean to hurt you; I was simply surprised you made the choice so quickly." Anne felt how she was in Brandon's lap, and it felt so safe to her. They were silent for that for awhile, with him just holding her close to him. His fingers worked its way through her long black hair, and then her eyes looked into his own. They felt so connected, and this felt so right compared to before. He kissed her gently at first, and then he let it grow into more. There was his concern Anne might feel it was wrong still, but she kissed him back so deeply his own worries were gone.

Mary walked into her mother's house, and she was greeted with great concern. Her mother was at once in the room, as the servant had even yelled that she was there. This surprised Mary, but then she remembered she hadn't been home for a few days now. "Mother forgive me I am so sorry." Catherine looked at her daughter, and then pulled her close. "My darling Mary, I thought the worst had happened to you." Mary felt her mother's rosary still held in her, and Mary realized her mother had been praying for her. She felt awful, and yet she knew there was nothing she could have done. "I thought the worst would find me as well. Brandon saw to my safety though, and I am forever grateful to him." Catherine looked at her daughter wondering what had happen. "Brandon? You mean His Grace? What happened?"

Catherine had their servants fetch them tea, and then they sat down at the table. Mary had indicated this would be a long story, and it was good to see her again. "Yes, His Grace took great care of me. He wishes to be a father to me, as Anne is his love now." Catherine had to smile slightly, perhaps it was the Spaniard in her, but it was rather romantic. "Mary, I thought you felt for His Grace, but to call him father?" Mary looked down at her tea, and drank some before speaking again. "He is like a father; I will always remember who my father is. Brandon took me to see the Princess Elizabeth as well." Catherine was a smart woman, but her head was spinning slightly. She couldn't understand why Brandon would want to be a father to her, or let her see the Princess for that matter.

Catherine looked at Mary; she desperately wanted to understand what was going on. "Mary what happened? Why did you not simply come home? You had me worried about you." Mary looked at the tea, and poured herself some more. "I would have, but I was held in the tower. Brandon had me released along with himself, and he invited me to dine with him." Catherine was quiet for a long time, and then thanked God that her daughter was alive and well. "I'm very thankful to His Grace, Mary you should be more careful. Why did he take you to see the Princess Elizabeth?" Mary managed to eat a small biscuit that had been prepared for them. "Brandon felt I should see her, and I got to hold her. She's so precious mother, and that's why I had to see the Queen."

Catherine seemed startled, and then Mary realized why. "Mother Henry is dead, nothing can undo the wrong. We must think of our future, and we have each other now." Catherine sighed softly, but she drank some of her tea while eating. "Was the Queen kind to you?" Mary smiled. "Mother, she is in love. She is the happiest woman in the kingdom now. She treated the kindest that she has ever done so. She embraced me, and it was heartfelt." Catherine smiled slightly. "I suppose she is then to marry?" Mary blushed softly, and then nodded. "I think they will." They stayed there for awhile silent, and then Catherine looked at her daughter. "There is nothing that can take away who your father is. If you feel like Brandon could be a caring figure in your life however, I can think of no better man to do so."

Anne looked at Brandon, and then smiled. She kissed him softly, as she was truly the happiest Queen that England had ever seen. "I wish to marry as quickly as possible." Brandon laughed, and the nodded. "I thought you might, and I have no issue with a small wedding." Anne looked at him, and then thought about it. "Would you like to invite Catherine and Mary?" Brandon looked at her surprised, and then nodded. "Yes I would, though only if it makes you happy." Anne thought about it for a moment, and then smiled. "I was not as good of friends as I should have been with them. This is a step in our future, and I find no reason why they should be excluded." Brandon kissed Anne, and then smiled at her. He pulled her close, and then looked at the ring he had given her. "To a new future Your Majesty."