Anne kept the smile painted on her face as she walked her father to their new chambers. To his credit, Thomas Boleyn did a remarkable job regaling her of his time spent in the country. A few of her loud laughs might even had been real-not that she would ever let him know. As soon as the king's ushers had left them in their new apartments, she dropped her father's arm and took a few steps away, rubbing her temples and sighing in annoyance. George followed them in with a bright grin.
"Well that went well!" he declared brightly and Anne rolled her eyes. She sank down into the chair by the window and appraised her father, who looked on rather smugly.
"Tell me again how this is supposed to work?"
"Henry expects you to fight," Her father explained. "He expects you to hate this-"
"Which I do."
He continued over her like she hadn't spoken, "-and to beg him to change his mind. He wants you utterly in his power and dependent on his goodwill. He doesn't actually want to share you with Thomas Seymour. He wants you to come to him on your knees, willing to do anything he desires to free you. You will not give him that."
"But isn't that what you want? Me back in the king's bed?" she sneered at him.
Thomas Boleyn sent a glance towards his son and gave an almost imperceptible move of his chin towards the door. George grinned at her and then left her with her father.
Once they were alone, she was startled when her father knelt at her feet and looked up at her.
"I do not want you to become a whore, Anne. Not when you used to be queen."
She bit back tears and thought for a moment that she could see her papa again.
"You won't push me to seduce Henry again?" she asked hopefully.
"I don't want you to be in his bed again." Anne smiled and clasped his hands in hers.
"I want you on the throne."
A/N: Very, very short chapter, I know. I had meant it to actually be with the previous chapter and have it all narrated by Anne, but we hadn't really heard from Jane in a moment and I wanted to play it out in her head.