With Wolsey gone, Henry became incensed with everyone. It seems Wolsey did far more than he was given credit for. Though I knew these thunderous moods would become a part of Henry from this point his bellowing voice still rooted me to the ground. In my mind I was screaming back at him cussing and cursing him. I want to rally against him and snarl at him for being a monster instead I remain stood staring at him watching his warm creamy worn skin turn a vile putrid red his sky blue eyes turning to ice in a matter of moments. I remain silent through out his tirade of anger, though the majority is not aimed at me he looks at me as if he knows all that I do, sometimes he will look too long at my neck and I will feel my pulse quicken with fear. Nay if he knew then I am sure something more crucial would have changed for me.
George is ever cautious around Jane. Those long languid days by the forest or in the rose gardens of Hampton court seem to last forever, I watch them with thoughts of axes and blood staining my vision, I can not see past the betrayal that Jane committed even if I have escaped from that bloody end who can promise me that these changes will stand for anything? How do I know that Henry won't tire of me when he has had me? This time I have to try harder to protect what is mine until I can get Elizabeth away, away from the bloody vile court and to the safety of Hever or maybe Pembroke. " Anne come see this" George enthuses pulling me away from my foreboding thoughts. He was sat with Jane a roll of parchment in his lap. Standing smoothing the elegant skirts down over my legs I walk toward him. Looking over his shoulder I freeze. Before me is a well drawn falcon, my symbol, ripping apart a pomegranate, Katherines symbol. I glare at it squinting at the hours worth of work that he must have put into it, swallowing slowly I reach for it a small smile on my face before I snatch it and rip it in two.
"George this is not a game" I seethe " this is my future and yours do not forget that you of all people should know that treating this situation like a game you will regret it... so will I" my voice trembles emotion filling my voice, Jane stares at me confused her eyes practically leaving her face as she unashamedly looks upon my moment of weakness. I stand myself tall backing from Georges failed attempt at an embrace turning on my heal I run inside to the shelter of the cool castle. Fighting tears as blindly I find my way to my rooms.