Anne was still shocked by what Edward said few days ago. How can he like her? She should be his greatest enemy. She hated him, how can he like her then. There was only one thing that she loved about him, and that was his skill to make her forget about everything for a while. Anne had to admit that he was a great lover. She expected him to be cold and view their coupling as a duty, but he surprised her greatly. They shared a bed every night since their marriage, even she and Henry didn't make love so much.

"My lady, Lord Beauchamp wishes to know are you ready?"One of her maids asked.

"Tell the Lord that I will be in a courtyard in a few minutes."

Edward was taking her to Wolf hall, his home. Truth to be told she was relieved that she will have a little break from Court. She hated seeing Henry and Jane every day. It made her want to vomit when she saw them together, looking perfectly happy.

The first hour of their journey was very uncomfortable. They sat in silence looking through window.

"Don't you think that we should talk, you know, to meet each other better?"Edward asked after some time.

"I'm perfectly fine with what I know," Anne answered not bothering to look at him but instead keeping her view on hands in her lap.

"Why must you be so stubborn always?"

"That's how I am."

"Don't you wish to know who is awaiting us in Wolf hall?"

"Fine. Who?"

"My sister Dorothy, Brother Henry and my father John."

"What about your mother?"

"She died last winter."

"I'm sorry." As she said that she suddenly felt dizzy

"Thank you. Are you unwell Anne, you have paled?"

"I..." She wanted to say that she is perfectly fine, but she was overcome with an urge to vomit.

"Stop the carriage."She managed to say.

"Stop the carriage!"Edward yelled.

As soon as they stopped moving, Anne rushed out and emptied her stomach in nearest bush.

"Do you feel better now?"Edward asked her when she came back

"Slightly."

"Come, you must rest." He said and pulled her to him so that her head was in his lap.

"I don't wish to..."

"Why must you be so stubborn? Sleep, you will feel much better afterwards."

/

Henry was in the sour mood because Anne left the Court. They didn't speak since her wedding day, but he was watching her closely. He saw how unhappy she was in his wedding feast.

He had a plan for her, plan that would make her his again. Once that Jane gives him a son, he would take Anne as his mistress. He loved Jane, she was the perfect wife: pretty, meek, submissive, kind and loving, but he missed Anne, and the passion that they shared. Henry thought that he didn't love her anymore, but now he knew that part of him will always be mad about her. In some way, she was like another part of him.

At first he was sure that Edward Seymour will be the perfect husband for his plan, but he wasn't so sure anymore. His spies have told him that he and Anne have shared every night since their wedding. And he could see that little looks that Edward gave to his wife, and how easily distracted he became. Henry knew that Edward was slowly falling for Anne, he knew because he had the same symptoms of love.

/

Wolf hall was a lovely warm place. In some way, it reminded her of Hever.

Anne didn't know what to think about was an old and sick man, almost bedridden, but she could see suspicion in his eyes. Dorothy had welcomed her warmly, but she looked too much like Jane for Anne to like her. Henry Seymour was kind and intelligent young man and she liked him immediately. He reminded her of George.

They were her for a week and Anne puked almost every day. She had a suspicion of what was the reason of her illness, but she wanted to wait a little more before she calls a midwife.

"Do you feel better today," Edward asked her one evening while she was brushing her hair.

"Yes, a little bit."

"I'm glad. Henry seems taken with you."

"Well, that's a good thing."

"I suppose." He answered and came behind her.

"You have such beautiful hair, so dark, almost like a night," He said and kissed her on a top of her head. Anne didn't say anything so Edward came in front of her and captured her lips in a passionate kiss. His arms wrapped around her and his fingers dug into her back, thinking there was too much fabric between them as his hips pressed against hers. He rushed to take off her nightgown.

"Much better," Edward murmured, his fingers roaming over Anne's skin. His hands cupped her breasts as he kissed her and took a few steps backwards and hit the bed. She straddled him and then leaned down to kiss his lips again, pressing her naked body to his before pushing herself up and then lowering herself down onto him. She let out a moan, throwing her head back and then smiling softly. Edward had let out a satisfied sigh as Anne had lowered herself onto him and he couldn't hide a smile at her words. He sat up on the bed with her in his lap, her legs either side of his waist as he started to move slowly in her.

"This feels good to you, then? Because it feels very good to me," he murmured, his arms wrapped around her back, their faces barely inches apart,

"Stay here."She leant in to kiss him tenderly, her hands coming up to tangle in his hair, soft moans escaping her lips with each small thrust.

He turned his head to nip at her ear as his hand ran through her long hair then went lower, slipping between them to where they were joined. His other hand was on her hip, moving up and down along with her.

"Oh," Anne breathed, mewling as she felt Edward's fingers gently rubbing over her folds. "Oh, God," she whispered as he found the perfect spot, making her cry out. She was overwhelmed by pleasure then, her body trembling against his as she screamed his name. She caught her breath for a moment before she wrapped her arms around him further still, her fingernails pressing into his back. Her moans became louder again, her body pressed flush to his as she felt him move deep inside of her while their hips met over and over.

"Oh, yes," Edward said, the words tumbling out of his mouth only to be followed by slightly more unsavory language. He groaned with pleasure as Anne's nails dug into his skin and they continued to move as one, building until he reached his own peak.