AUTHORS NOTE: So here is the first three chapters of A True Queen. I have had this idea for a while and I'm excited to see how it turns out. Please let me know if you like it/if there's anything I can improve upon.

Henry sat in his chambers all alone. He ran his fingers over the fine wood table as he studied the parchment in front of him. He scanned the words he had read over a dozen times now. All it needed was his signature. He picked up his quill and touched it to the paper, pressing the tip and willing his fingers to move. They didn't.

With a grunt of frustration he threw the quill on the table and wrenched himself to his feet. He paced furiously as his mind reeled. What was wrong with him? The whore deserved it. Cromwell had just been there telling him of all her transgressions. One hundred men! One hundred men had taken the kings pleasure right from under his nose and he had been none the wiser. How that whore must have laughed behind his back. He knew now that her father and uncle and brother had coaxed him to take her into his bed. How she had refused him, claiming her honor. HONOR! And he had believed every word, every letter, every smile, every touch that she gave him. He had been a besotted fool and she had played him.

His face grew hot at the memories of his passionate love letter he sent her while he was courting her. He could just imagine her brother and father reading them over, line for line, and laughing about how the King of England was like a love-sick greenboy! The whole family could rot in the tower. He should call for all of their heads! He rushed back to the table and gripped the quill in his hand. They deserve this. It's a mercy they were being spared a true traitors death...

Just as he was about to sign, a knock came to the door. Furious, he slammed the quill back to the table and stormed to the door. He ripped it open to reveal his trembling usher.

"I made it very clear I was not to be disturbed" he growled, glaring at the man who dare disobey a direct order from his sovereign.

The usher shrank into himself, and glanced sheepishly up at his king. "B-but Your Majesty, the Lady Jane has requested an audience..." the man faltered to a stop hoping this was enough to spare him Henry's wrath.

Any other time and Henry would have been pleased Jane sought him out. Very pleased, as he was always the one advancing. For her to come to his private chambers unannounced and alone was tempting. But not now. Not when he was finally about to rid himself of his whore of a wife. He didn't want Jane's soft, soothing voice right now. He wanted to sign the damn paper and get some wine.

"Tell the Lady Jane I will see her at dinner"

"She is very insistent, Your Majesty, though of course I will send her away if that is your desire"

Henry growled at that and waved to the usher to admit the Lady. He turned back to the table and poured a glass of wine as the door reopened to admit her. He turned with his goblet and took a moment to take her in. Jane was beautiful. Her flawless porcelain face, her curled butter golden hair that he knew was so soft, her long limbs swathed tightly, yet modestly in cornflower blue silk that highlighted her doe eyes. His gaze set on her plump pink lips and found them caught in her teeth. She immediately dropped into a curtsy and looked up at him with an anxious expression.

"Your Majesty, you must forgive me, but I couldn't stay away" she began. She looked so earnest, he moved quickly to raise her.

"My lady, there is nothing to forgive. Please, sit. What can I do for you" He moved Jane into a chair at the desk and moved to pour her a goblet to match his. When he turned back around, he saw her eyes glued to the parchment he had left of the table. "Forgive me, Lady Jane. I was just finishing this" He moved to swipe the papers away from her, when her hands shot out and clutched his wrist. He glanced up, surprised at the sudden movement.

"Your majesty-Henry. Please, this is exactly what I came to talk about."

Although he was pleased she had for the first time unprompted called him by his given name, at her other words he darkened.

"Jane this has nothing to do with you. You should not concern yourself with my affairs" He clipped, hoping she would heed his warning. He was doing this for her! So he could have her!

No. Wait.

Because Anne had wronged him. It had nothing to do with Jane, It was Anne. He shook his head to gather his thoughts. Yet something had kept him from signing the papers. He felt like he was being pulled in so many different ways.

"Henry please listen to me" Jane began, staring up into his face with her angelic eyes wide. "I can't believe that what they are saying is true. With the kind of protection a queen has, how could she have done all these things they are accusing her of? Please. I love you, and I hope you love me" here he nodded fervently "I want to be your wife, your queen. But I can't if this happens to Anne. I can wait, we are young and we have so much time ahead of us. Whatever few months it takes to end your marriage to her legally and fairly, I'll be right here at the end. Please...Just...look at the facts. I don't want my marriage to you overshadowed by letting an innocent woman die. Please, Henry. Just go and see her and listen to her"

Tears had been welling in her eyes and when she cut off she let them fall. They streamed down her cheeks as she looked up into her kings eyes and silently begged him to listen to her. He lifted his fingers to her petal-soft cheek and brushed away some of her tears.

"Leave me, Jane" he said gently as he helped her to her feet. She looked up and searched his face, hoping to see what he thought. She couldn't read him though as he ushered her out of his rooms.

As the door closed behind her, she prayed that God would lead him to the right decision. As she climbed up the stairs to her room, she prayed that he wouldn't be angry with her. That her words had not offended him. As she walked into her chambers and glanced around, she prayed that she wouldn't be queen to a man who had brought about the deaths of two beloved wives. Yet as she looked out her window and saw a small retinue of the King's Men heading out towards the Tower with the standard of the king waving high, she prayed that her family would forgive her for convincing Henry to spare Anne Boleyn.