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Henry shook his head as he repeated Anne's words "I'm leaving" what did she mean by that? It means nothing Henry tried to assure himself, but he was deluded. She meant it this time that when she left she would never come back, why did it pain him so? She was just one of his mistresses, one of his wives, mother of one of his children; she was not worth his grief after everything she put him through.' It was for the best' Henry convinced himself as he forced himself to another restless sleep.

Anne stood still as she watched the sun rise from the horizon. She had not slept a wink after her discussion with Henry. How could she leave she had first asked herself, but being around him was too much to bear. Crying herself to sleep, smiling as they danced, laughing when Elizabeth was born, her past was mostly filled with pain, but there were sudden areas of happiness here and there. What would Anne miss from court? The courtiers? The banquets? The balls? None of them, but the few happy moments she was able to obtain over the years. Henry gave her much of that happiness and took it all away, last night proved it. She was composed when she went into his chamber and in tears when she came out. She hated being out of control, she needed to control the aspects of her life after losing it all because of her capture. Anne had never told anyone, but sometimes when she closed her eyes, her captors took over her mind.

Anne blinked as she looked around her surroundings, from the rocking sensation; she knew she was on a ship. Anne slowly pushed herself to stand and tried to look composed, as composed as one could get in a night gown that was slightly wet and grey from the water. She ran her fingers down her raven locks to remove the leaves and dirt that she could have seen, but she knew the smaller particles were still intertwined in her tangled hair. How long had it been since the men captured her? Was the king looking for her or had he married Jane Seymour by now? Where were they taking her? All thoughts were halted when heavy footsteps began to descend. Anne made sure to remain emotionless as one of the men, one of these barbarians, approached her cell. She peered from her eyelashes to see a tall man, in his late twenties, he had long curly brown hair that tied to the back of his head overall he was a handsome man.

"Your majesty." He mocked as he bowed in an exaggerated way.

"I have nothing to say." Anne snapped as the man laughed and placed the tray of a loaf of bread and water in front of her.

"Captain told me to make sure you eat." He gestured to the tray as she continued to glare at him.

"Tell your captain I do not want this meager meal nor do I need a guard." Anne replied coldly as the man shook his head.

"Your majesty you eat, I leave, if you don't eat, I'm here until you eat and to be honest I don't want to be here more than I have to." The man replied as he took a swing out of his silver flask as Anne sat rigid. It was silent for a moment before Anne slowly grabbed the roll.

"How do I know this would not be my last meal?"

"The captain has plans for you your majesty, why would he kill you?" The man retorted as he grabbed a chair and pulled it towards the cell. Anne ripped the bread and ate it slowly as she examined the drunken man. He was clearly irritated with her and what were these plans. What was going to happen to her?

The next couple of days came as a blur. Due to the dark cells with little lighting, Anne lost count as to how many days it had been. The man, who introduced himself a day later as Michael, came down and delivered the loaf and water twice daily and from the light that entered as the door swung open to the cells. One night was different, one night instead of only Michael, there were two different men both larger than Michael was, they were not the drunken wastrel Michael was and instead of coming with a tray of bread, they opened the cell and grabbed her, pushing her roughly up the stairs and into the night. It felt like forever since Anne had seen the sky, she looked frantically around her surroundings, she could see land as she glanced at the horizon.

As Anne as pushed into a room of some sort to see Michael glancing with sympathy in his eyes as he stood behind an older man, she assumed was the captain. He smiled displaying his rotting teeth towards her as the men behind her pushed her down to the chair.

"Your majesty, so glad to be in your acquaintance, I am Captain Fox." The man introduced loudly as Anne grimaced.

"What do you acquire of me, the English monarch is looking for me and you will be beheaded once they find me." Anne warned but Captain Fox just laughed and started circling her like prey.

"The reason we chose to take you was because you don't hold the king's favor, why would he look for you when he has his mistress who was already treated better than you ever were? Sweetheart I sent some of my men to pose as guards and they informed me you lost your favor a long time ago." Captain Fox mocked as Anne looked away to hide the pain.

"He may not care for me, but his subjects would question their own safety if they believe I am dead." Anne pointed out but the Captain laughed once more.

"How so?"

"The subjects may despise me, but would they allow the king to marry when it has not been declared of my death? No they would see it as polygamy." Anne responded as the Captain nodded, stroking his beard.

"My dear you have a point, but you would make a nice sum." Anne's eyes widened as the man continued to circle her.

"What are you planning with me?" Anne demanded as the crew chuckled with the captain.

"England has many enemies, selling you would give me more riches than any treasure." Captain Fox explained as Anne looked astonished and began to struggle against the chains. Then within a minute, one of the men moved his arm fast against her cheek causing Anne to fall off the chair. Her cheek was stinging with pain and she could taste the saltiness of her blood as she was forced to stand up.

"Escaping will do you no good my queen, I suggest cooperating, Mr. Randolph take her back to her cell." Michael stepped out and led Anne back to her cell.

"You alright?"

"If I go back to England I die, if I go anywhere else I die, if I escape I die. Fate must hate me." Anne responded as Michael nodded and pulled up the chair. This was probably the first time he was not drunk in her presence, but even that did not soothe mind.

"Dying is not so bad." Michael said.

"It seems to be my only option." Anne responded as Michael nodded.

"I could help you escape, but something quite painful may happen." Michael offered, but Anne shook her head.

"Leave me Randolph, I want to be alone." Anne said quietly as Michael made his way back to the deck. How she wanted to cry, but what would it solve? It would waste her energy and she needed to leave this ship and onto land, but how.

The next couple of days passed and the next day she had woken up tied to the ship. Anne struggled, but the knots were too tight. She looked around for any member of the crew, but she realized she was all alone tied to the mast. It must have been hours before some of the crew began to come back, but acted as if she was not there. Anne gave up screaming when she realized the island the ship had landed on must have been a secret to other countries, other monarchies. Captain Fox grinned wickedly at her and made a gesture to his men. Some of the bigger members of the crew advanced at her laughing at her misery as they began to grab her in different places. Anne screamed, but it only seemed to give them more pleasure. Anne struggled against the men before one of them dropped her; her world turned to darkness, but not without wishing Elizabeth and Henry the best for them.

It didn't matter how much pain Anne would be in because of meeting Henry; seeing him all over again reopened closed wounds and scars that would be etched onto her heart for all of eternity. When she visited her family, she asked Mary why the king had such an effect on her, Mary responded with "Because you loved him so much, you gave him everything and you lost so much more, because I think you two should have let each other go long before your disappearance. Anne all you and the king will ever do is love each other with your entire heart, before you both will bring the destruction of each other." Anne asked why would she hurt the man she loves, Mary told her, "with his majesty and yourself, it is forever a cycle."

Elizabeth peered her head inside her father's chamber to see him still slumped over his bed. She saw her mother and father entering the same chamber, then her mother leaving in tears. Elizabeth had so many questions with answers one could never find in a book. She practically ran to Mary's chamber, knowing her sister would give her some answers. Mary finished brushing her hair as Elizabeth entered abruptly, slamming the door shut behind her.

"Elizabeth, are you alright?"

"How do you know when two people are in love?" Elizabeth questioned Mary eagerly shaking Mary's hand, tugging it impatiently.

"What's going on sister and why would you ask such a silly question?" Mary demanded, watching Elizabeth who had a wild look to her eyes.

"I need to know how Mary." Elizabeth exclaimed as Mary tried to calm her down.

"Elizabeth, love is rare especially with our status as the King's daughters, our father will choose who we will marry and if we are lucky, we will grow to love him." Mary explained as Elizabeth shook her head.

"Mary, I want to know why my mother and my father…" Elizabeth hesitated, "I need to know why in stories love is the most powerful thing, but love does not mean anything in to anyone here."

"I do not know why even if love has hurt so many and has killed more than any disease, we all want it. Anne Boleyn and his majesty were doomed from the start." Mary tried to explain, but Elizabeth's puzzled expression was still plastered on her face.

"I wasn't at court when their affair began, but the other ladies informed me what they saw," Mary struggled to continue the story with the thought of her mother, but she knew what it felt like to be kept in the dark and it changed a person.

"The king and your mother loved each other; they allowed their love to consume them until they could barely see the world as it was. You were not born yet, but father was ready to tear down the entire kingdom for your mother. If only they had not loved each other as much as they had because they could have seen their problems. Your mother did not trust father what so ever and her fear of losing him made her lose him. Father has that temper and if he did not get what he wanted, he would lash out. Love consumed them until they were mere shells of their former selves, I am not telling you love does not matter Elizabeth, but love is hard and one of the ladies told me hate and love are crossed over from time to time until it's blurred." Mary explained as Elizabeth looked at the ground.

"Elizabeth, sometimes love hurts more than the joy it brings."

Henry woke up, rubbing his head as he struggled to get out of bed. Anne's talk with him had yet to be erased from his mind nor will it. What did she mean when she was finished with everything? Henry took no mind of the servants helping him to get ready for the day his thoughts still on Anne. He really should forget because he knew Anne and he knew once she left, that would be her first task to forget.

"Your majesty, the Ambassador of Netherlands has arrived."

Maybe it was time for Henry to forget, maybe it was time for him to move on and let her go because all they did was hurt each other in the end.

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