Author's Note: i don't own anything in this book, nor do I own the series of the other boleyn girl by Philippa Gregory. Which is a lovely book!

First Chapter:

"Just let me say I've had enough of selfish and your sorry"

It was dark, dark in the room from which Mary Boleyn had stayed in. What had turned Henry Vii so cruel, and so unjustified? As she pondered her friendship with Anne, her sister. She had not sought any reconcile with. She felt her self shutter as the baby nudged her. With out her sister, she felt alone and trapped. Why in the world would Henry VII disappoint her in action? Thus sending her away.

That she did not know. What had she done to have this? A self of satisfaction met her. She glanced at the cross, laid out in front of her. She bowed her head in redemption.

"Hello, sister," Anne had spoke. Mary awoke, staring into her sisters face.

"Sister," Mary spoke. "How ever did you-"

She was interrupted. "How dare you, sister? We were only close as children, we will remain close. But as the day goes by I feel awry. Sister what do I do," Anne Boleyn gave a smirk. Glancing down into her fist. Her red gown and head top.

"Your grace," Anne spoke of as Henry Vii came. She held a stern gaze, she glanced towards her sister and blanched. "Um. your grace?" She questioned, moving in front of the bed.

"My gifts? Why haven't you responded to them? Do you not love me enough to accept?"

"Your gifts, quite of course my lord." She went and kissed Henry VII's hand. "I will see you later."

"Of course-" He spoke, distracted.

"My lord," Mary spoke as Henry VII. "Yes, you have come to visit me?"

"i don't to believe that you are the mother of my child. Our son? But with Anne here, it seems I can't get her out of my head. There is redemption every where."

"But why would she?"

"Don't forsaken me. My love making too you was with a bitter end, I love Anne now."

"As logic?" Mary gave a questioning stern look. "But my Lord we could have the-"

"That is not permitted." Mary glanced down at the ball which was considered her hands. "What in the world could corporate this?"

"You do talk a rather lot- But I have chosen Anne."

Mary held a look, that if looks gave an emotion it would cut you threw.

Author's Note: Okay, its finished! Thank you for reading!