Henry couldn't take his eyes off of Jane and John noticed that. He knew Jane was a virtuous woman and would not bed him without marriage. Maybe that would convince Henry to finally get rid of his wife, but he doubted it. He knew England needed Catherine and something had to be done about this, but he didn't know what would be done. Jane was suppose to leave tonight and deal with the royal bastards tonight. He still had no idea what would be done about that situation either, but something had to be done. Could he just give them back and say he found them? Or that someone left them at his house? No, Henry wasn't the brightest person in the world, but he knew that would never hold.
He glanced at Catherine who was glaring Jane down. A plan struck him then.
Catherine walked into her bed chambers and collapsed on her bed without getting undressed yet. She needed time to think, so she asked her ladies to wait outside the hall. A few ladies, Jane included, had stayed below with the others at the masque. She knew it in her heart that Henry would not resist Jane. He could hardly resist a woman such as Jane. She was young, beautiful, which seemed to be the only traits he cared about when thinking about a woman to bed. She could feel her heart sinking lower and lower as she fell into a depression. She called out to her ladies, go undressed, and crawled silently into her bed, where she drifted off into a deep sleep.
She saw her children in her dreams. She really needed them here. She had gone on too long without them and nothing could make her feel better and happier than having her children here with her. The nursery and castle were empty without their voices and footsteps running throughout the corridors. She saw them running around the corners as she was running with them. She saw Jane standing on one side and called out for them to stop running and turn around quickly, but as they ran right into Jane, Catherine awoke with a start as someone was gently shaking her.
"Your Majesty," one of her Ladies had come to her. "There's horrible news."
She stopped as if she couldn't say the next words. Tears were floating across her pale cheeks and she stuttered through her next sentence.
"Jane Seymour has been murdered."