Jane dressed slowly in her chambers. Last night was the last time she would spend in this bed. She had already decided that she would be the downfall of Catherine. She dressed in a really low cut dress, exposing her full breasts to the public. She knew someone wouldn't be able to resist her and hopefully it would be Henry.

Catherine looked around at her ladies. She knew she had to dress for the masque, but couldn't decide what to wear. Her gowns the ladies had chosen were lying across her bed, but none of them seemed like the kind of thing she needed. She needed something that would convince people that she was the woman who belongs here, by the king's side and on the throne. She stood and walked out into her closet.

Gowns were everywhere. Apparently her ladies had thrown some around looking for ones she might like. It was then and there she spotted just the gown that would make heads turn.

"Ladies," she called. "Come, help."

They came quickly to see what she wanted. They gasped when their eyes trailed to the gown Catherine pointed in and hurried to do their jobs.

She looked stunning and no one could deny it after they finished. Henry would sure be surprised about seeing her. They rushed to get dressed themselves as they thought about what would happen tonight.

LATER

Time rushed by as Henry thought about his wife. Catherine would be the only one for him, but he doubted he would stay truthful to her. He had always had his affairs and he probably always would, but he refused to think anymore about that. Tonight, even though the masque was planned by Jane, would be Catherine's night. He would show her and treat her s if they were a newly married couple. Tonight, he planned to spend with her. He entered the hall and stood in front of a bowing crowd. Everyone seemed to be here and that brightened up his mood. Nothing would ruin this night, he declared in his head. Or so he thought.

Catherine entered and everyone's head turned. Wearing a bright yellow, low-cut gown, everyone gasped. It sparkled in the light and shimmered with every step she took. She was not usually in the bright colors. Henry, seeing her in this gown, smiled. He knew the dress well, considering he had it made for her, but he had never seen her in it. Her ladies walked in two-by-two, but they weren't the same. They walked briskly as their dark gowns contradicted their Queen's. Everyone else looked normal; everyone, that is except Jane's.

Jane walked in and Henry couldn't help but stare. Her dress showed just about everything possible. The low-cut gown exposed her full breasts to the gathering crowd. The eyes that were once on the Queen's beauty were now opened wide and set on Jane. She knew then that she had everyone's attention. She looked at Catherine, who looked back at her, a death glare set upon her face. Catherine realized that she had not seen Jane at all today and that she must have just stepped into her train as they were entering. She would not have allowed her into the hall if she knew how disgraceful she looked.

Catherine's other ladies left her side and went to admire Jane. She seemed like the only one bold enough to go for that look. Jane's eyes scanned the crowed. They first met the eyes of her father, who nodded his head in approval. Next, and finally, they met the eyes of Henry. Desire and hunger for her surged through his body as she glanced his way. It seemed like no man would be able to resist her tonight.

Catherine walked up to the throne and took her seat as her other ladies followed her and stood behind them. Catherine's face had become on of despair as she sat and thought about Jane. She was no the type to bed before she was wed, yet she would pull something like this? It seemed unreasonable to think that she would refuse the King if he asked for her, but thinking about the way she had dressed for him, there was no way she could refuse. Her heart broke more each time she looked at her husband, whose eyes were on Jane. It would be a long night.