A couple of days later Henry was in another meeting with Cardinal Wolsey in his rooms.

"My poor sister," Henry voiced his sorrow for his sister and her recent loss.

"Indeed," Wolsey replied. "To be Queen for just a few days. It seems incredible. A tragedy."

"Upon her return, she is to be treated to every comfort and kindness, while she mourns," Wolsey mentally noted down the instruction and nodded.

"As for the great matter of your Majesty's annulment," Wolsey changed the subject. "I have set up an ecclesiastical court with Archbishop Warham to consider and decide on the matter. Of course, it will meet in secret, if your Majesty agrees."

Henry agreed to the notion and in a demanding whisper, he said. "Make sure they come to the right decision. And quickly," Henry kissed the locket that Anne had given to him. Wolsey noticed the A and B on the locket. Before Henry could hide the locket.

"I have some further news. About the Emperor. He has released King Francis," Wolsey stated.

"What?" Roared Henry.

"I have it on good authority."

"Under what terms?" Henry demanded.

"I have yet to find out," Wolsey simply stated.

"Why wasn't I consulted?" Henry's voice was angry with displeasure. "We're supposed to be allies!" Henry banged his hand hard onto the table he did not feel the pain for the hit. "What's he playing at?" Henry asked no-one. He leant in close to Wolsey and said. "Tell his Ambassador I want to see him," before storming out of the room in outrage leaving Wolsey alone behind.

Henry knew he needed Anne to help him calm down. Just thinking about her helped. He went on a search of the palace for her. He found Anne sat down on a bench that had been placed ready for dinner in the great hall. She was wearing a simple light blue dress in the French style and was reading from a book next to her was a pile of books. The hall was packed with people. As he did not notice people bowing and curtseying to him and the "Your Majesty's" from the people.

"Lady Anne," Henry called to her.

"Your Majesty," Anne rose and dropped into a graceful curtsy.

"How was your visit to town?" Henry reached down to her and picked her up. Anne noticed the great hall was silent and many of the people were watching the pair.

"It was very good your Majesty. The good Doctor was very knowlegable and understanding. There were no major illnesses on his round. He has asked me to research a few treatments," Anne showed Henry the book that she had been reading.

"How do you feel?" Henry asked worried about Anne getting ill from contract with diseases of the streets.

"Your Majesty, I am well and healthy," Anne giggled a little. "The good Doctor and my Brother George would never allow me to go into a situation that could hurt me."

"Tell me what it was like?" Henry asked interested.

Flashback

Earlier in the day, Anne dressed in a simple wool light green dress with an apron and her hair up in a crown plait and covered in a white hat. Both bowed and curtsied out of respect to each other. George ran up to the pair out of breath.

"My lady," Dr Linance greeted Anne. "Sir," to George.

"Doctor," Anne smiled taking her brothers arm the group set off towards the city.

The group visited three patients. Anne watched Doctor Linacre prescribe medicine to the patients. One had a sore throat but no fever and was told to take a hot drink of warm water and honey with a small amount of lemon. The second had a bad headache and again no fever. They were prescribed rest and sleep and were told to take a potion for lavender, sage, marjoram, rose and rue. And lastly, a fever which Anne could tell it appeared to be a cold or flu. Doctor Linacre asked her to advise the patients parents. She advised that the patient should rest up in a warm bed and room. The fire should be lit for three days or until the fever went away and then to open up the windows to let in fresh air into the room. The patient's family was given the potion for the headache and were told to make sure that the patient was given lots of fluids.

George watched her sister and the doctor work a little bored following his younger sister. He could see her enjoy the experience outside of the palace and away from court. He heard some of the people talking about the group visiting. They were whispering about the young lady, how beautiful she was, asking each other who she was.

"That must be the Lady Anne Boleyn," whispered one person to his partner.

"I have a sister who is a servant for Lady [unheard] and she said that Lady Anne was a favourite of both the King and Queen. Some are saying that she is a witch but I think if the royal family likes her we have to agree with them," a second person said.

"I have heard that she is a Lutheran supporter," another person said.

"I had not heard that. But I would believe that. Her sister was the mistress of two kings. I would not be surprised if the King had not already taken her to bed," the first person stated.

"My sister said that she had not yet become his mistress," the second person said.

George turned away from the group of gossipers. He would report what he had heard to his father and uncle.

"I need to go to the apothecary," Dr Linarce set off towards the shop. Inside the shop, it was laid out with a table and shelving with jars of ingredients. It smelt of spice and flowers. "Hello, Thomas I am here for my order."

Thomas the shopkeeper nodded and went to get the order. He came back in a little down five minutes holding a number of small jars and boxes for the herbs, spices and other ingredients.

"Thank you," Doctor Linacre handed over a few gold coins.

"My lady, is there anything that you need today?" Thomas the shopkeeper asked Anne.

"Can I have a troy ounce of dried lavender, half an ounce of rose petals, half an ounce ginger root, and a box of kohl," Anne listed out her order.

"Of course my Lady," the shopkeeper motioned for his apprentice to start with her order. The young apprentice rushed to get the order ready. George picked up his sister's order and waited for Anne to pay for her shopping.