It's finally here! The new chapter! Sorry it took so long, I hope to get the next chapter out soon! Enjoy!


April 1536

"Your majesty, we must find a solution." A French councilman states to the council. "And quickly."

"What do you suggest, your grace?" The king snaps at the man. "What solution can there be when the heads of Europe are undecided?"

The dauphin of France looks at the man, who sinks back in his chair in fear.

"A marriage is the only way to secure an alliance." A general professes.

The young royal turns to the general, who continues to talk but doesn't make eye contact with the royal. The dauphin turns away and looks to his father briefly, and returns his attention to the general.

"Your majesty should accept the Emperor's proposal and marry his sister, the dowager Queen of Portugal." The general adds with persistence. "This marriage will secure peace for France and prevent war."

"For how long?" Philip, the dauphin speaks up with a question. "How can you be sure that the Emperor will keep his word after the marriage takes place? The Emperor can always change his mind."

"I do not wish to be rude your grace, but the Emperor would not attack a country that will be his sister's home." The general retorts quickly.

"He was willing to invade England! His aunt's home!" Philip raises his voice.

The general readies himself to responds but is stop by the king.

"Babineaux!" The king calls the general out. "Enough."

The general nods as the king looks to his son, and silence the dauphin with a look.

"I have no wish to have this council fight amongst each other. We are not the English." The French monarch tells them. "The truth of the matter is that a marriage will not solidify any peace treaty. Even if I agree to this marriage, the dowager queen will be a spy for her brother and not loyal to me or France."

The council stays quiet, no man responds to the king. King Francis sighs and sits back in his chair, frustrated.

"We will discuss the matter another time." The French Cardinal announces.

"Thank you Bosquet." The king responds.

The council all rise to their feet, with the exception of the dauphin and the king's secretary remain in their seats, as the other gather their things.

"Bosquet, Russo, stay if you will." Francis orders the men.

The two men nod and sit back down, as the other quietly exit the room. The king watches the last man leave and the door closes.

"Is there something you wish to discuss, sire?" The cardinal questions.

"We will find another solution for peace, your grace?" Lord Chancellor Russo adds. "Marriage cannot be our only option."

Francis raises his hand, stopping the two from continuing.

"I have no wish to discuss the situation concerning Spain any further." The monarch announces his intention. "There is another matter I wish to discuss. It can never leave this room until I say so."

The Cardinal and Lord Chancellor nod their heads in agreement.

"I assume you are aware of the situation in England." The royal begins.

"We are well aware, your grace." The Lord Chancellor interrupts the king. "It is an unfortunate situation."

Philip turns and looks at the chancellor, whose demeanor shows no emotion. The dauphin grows angry.

"It is not unfortunate, Chancellor." The dauphin responds hotly. "It if horrific at what is transpiring. An innocent-

"I highly doubt the women is innocent." The Chancellor interrupts the dauphin. "She has a reputation that is known to many and it is not a good one."

"Enough!" King Francis shouts, ending the argument between the two.

The monarch takes a deep breath then proceeds.

"All of Europe knows that my cousin, King Henry is unpredictable and easy to anger. This has led him to make rash decisions, without thinking about the consequences." King Francis starts his small speech. "He also surrounds himself with ambitious and greedy men, with secret agendas and their willingness to please their king. It is because of these men that they are willing to make false accusations and provide false evidence, all on behalf of their king."

Lord Chancellor Russo and Cardinal Bosquet look at their king with confusion.

"I don't understand, your majesty" The Chancellor is the first to speak up.

The French monarch looks at his secretary, who nods in understanding. The secretary pulls out a ledge from under his own and pushes to the middle of the table.

"This your graces, is a ledger containing evidence that Queen Anne was falsely accused." The secretary informs them of the ledger's importance.

The Chancellor and Cardinal looks atone another at the information. The two men turn to the king.

"I imagine you have doubts, this information will answer some of your questions." The king tells them.

Hesitantly, the Chancellor leans forward and stretches out his arm, and grabs the ledger. Cardinal Bosquet watches the Chancellor go through the ledger, and then returns his attention to the king.

"Your majesty, why would you need all of this?" The holy man questions the king.

"My intention is to prove that Queen Anne was falsely accused, and that she is innocent." The royal announces.

"Majesty, all of this information and your plan is for not." The Chancellor adds, closing the ledger and looking up at the king. "It is rumored that Queen Anne is dead."

The king shifts in his chair at the Chancellor's last words.

"I am afraid that you are wrong, Chancellor." Francis informs the politician. "The Queen is not dead. In fact, Anne Boleyn is alive and safely in France."

AB

Nan opens her eyes and turns to the window, and looks out. She looks out at the lush, green French countryside and watch it pass before her eyes, as the carriage travels through. She sits up in her seat and turns away from the window, and looks to her companion. Anne Boleyn sat across from her, sleeping quietly. A moment passes by and the former English queen slowly opens her eyes. Nan smiles at her. Anne smiles in return and looks out the window. Her heart beats at the sight of the beautiful countryside, her true home passing before her very eyes. She pulls away from the window and looks back her friend.

"Are you glad to be back?" Nan quietly asks.

"Yes, I am." Anne replies. "My only wish is that I returned under different circumstances."

The English lady nods as a response. She looks away and turns back to the window, as the horses turn and pull the carriage with them. She turns back to the former queen, a question itching at her with great concern.

"May I ask a question, my lady?" She begins hesitantly.

"You can ask me anything and you do not need my permission." The former queen tells her companion. "I am no longer queen."

Nan nods at the English woman's last statement.

"I know it is not my place to question the king's decision, nor yours." The lady starts. "But can we trust the king's friends, the Count de Chateaubriant and the Countess?"

Anne glances down at her hands and looks back up at her friend.

"I understand that you have doubts and you are concern, but there is no need."
The former queen hushes the lady's worry. "The Count and Countess are not just the king's friends. They are my friends as well."

"I am sorry. Please forgive me." Nan quickly replies. "I did not mean to insult you. My only concern is for our safety."

"There is nothing to forgive, Nan." Anne replies kindly. "I am grateful for your concern."

Nan smiles at Anne, who shifts in her seat and returns the smile. Anne looks out the window as the horses turn down another lane. Trees decorated the secluded dirt lane as they travel down it. Anne pulls away from the window and looks at Nan.

"We are close." Anne announces with a smile.

At the end of the dirt lane, a grand chateau stands. The workers and other house servants going in and out of the chateau and among the workers, unaware of the carriage approaching. A middle-age man walks out the archway and into the sunlight, as the carriage draws near. Behind him, the Count and Countess walk out of the chateau and into the sun as the horses pull the carriage in an arch, and come to a stop.

"They are early." The governor comments quietly, but loud enough for his wife to hear.

"That may by but they are safe." The Frenchwoman replies happily.

She watches her man approach the carriage and open the door. He takes one step closer and extends his hand inside the carriage. Inside, Anne gently takes hold of the man's hand and slowly climbs out of the carriage. Her heart swells as her feet touches the ground and looks up to see her friends. She lets go of the man's hand and walks to her friend. The Countess walks to her and wraps her arms around the former queen. Anne follows suit. After a few moments, the two women pull apart from one another and look over each other.

"Thank the Lord that you are safe!" Francoise states in relief, squeezing Anne's hand for assurance. "I prayed that you would escape England un-harmed."

"I am fine, Francoise." Anne reassures her friend. "All is well. I am safe and in France."

The Countess nods her head in happiness. Anne turns to the Count and bows her head to him in respect.

"I am very grateful to you, governor and the countess." The former queen tells the governor kindly. "I know it was not easy to obey the king in my escape."

The Frenchman steps forward and stands beside his wife, and smiles at the English lady.

"My dear friend, you do not have to thank me." The governor responds. "I am more than happy to do my part. I am not helping the king. I am helping my friend."

Anne's smile grows wide at his words.

"Thank you." Anne tells him and steps to the side, as Nan joins them. "May I introduce my dear and truest friend, Lady Anne Seville."

Nan curtsies to the couple in respect.
"Welcome to France, Lady Anne." The Countess greets the shy Englishwoman.

"Thank you, my lady." Nan replies quietly.

"Come inside." Francoise invites them in, the Count leading them to the chateau. "You must be tired from your journey. Your rooms have been let out and ready for your stay."

"Thank you, Francoise." Anne thanks her friend.

"There is no need to thank me, my friend." The Frenchwoman responds to the former queen. "I am more than happy to help you."

They release each other's hand and follow the governor into the chateau, to Anne's safe haven.

AB

Anne kindly dismisses the young maid and ties the ribbon of her dressing robe, herself. Behind her, Francoise enters the room with the door closing behind her. Anne looks into the full-length mirror and smiles at the reflection of the Countess. The former queen spins around.

"Françoise, what are you doing here?" Anne exclaims in surprise.

Francoise smiles at her friend and looks at the maid.

"You may leave." She tells the girl. "I wish to speak to her majesty alone."

The young maid curtsies quickly and leaves the room, the door closing loudly behind her.

"You frighten the poor girl." Anne comments, walking towards the roaring fire.

"Jean and I do not want incompetent individuals in our household." Francoise responds as she watches Anne pour each of them a glass of wine.

The former queen hands her friend the glass of wine, and takes a seat in front of the roaring fire. Francoise follows suit.

"You are aware that there is no need to address me as queen." The former queen reminds her friend of her fallen status. "I am no longer a queen nor have any title, other than Lady Anne."

"My dear friend, you will continue to be address as queen." The Frenchwoman replies stubbornly. "Despite your protests, it will continue this way until his majesty sees fit to give you a new title."

"His majesty need not do such a thing." The English lady states and takes a sip of wine. "I need no title."

"You say that but the king will say otherwise." The Countess replies casually. "You cannot argue with the king. It is consider treason."

"I expect nothing else from his majesty." Anne responds kindly.

The two women sit in comfortable silence. The fire warms them up as they each take a sip of wine.

"There is something I must ask you." Francoise begins, placing her glass on a nearby table. "I pray that you will forgive my rudeness, but I cannot ignore it."

Anne places her wine glass on the table and takes a deep breath.

"May I assume that it is concerning my friend, Nan?" Anne asks the question first.

"Yes." The Countess quickly replies. "I know that you trust her whole heartedly, but I cannot say that same for Jean and I."

"I understand your concern." The former queen tells her friend. "I did not expect you or the governor to trust Nan as I do. All I ask is that you give her a chance to earn your trust."

"Very well." The Frenchwoman concedes. "Do not expect that it will happen quickly. You know us French are not easily convince."

Anne smiles at her friend's last words and took a sip of her wine.

"I am well aware." Anne tells her friend.

Francoise raises her glass to the former queen then takes a sip of her wine. She places her glass down and shifts in her seat, and looks at the English lady.

"You should know that Jean has already sent a message to the king." Francoise announces to her friend.

"So soon?" Anne questions.

"The king ask that we sent a message to him as soon as you arrive." The Countess informs the former queen. "I only pray that the king or the dauphin receives the message, before the king's mistress does."

AB

Philip, dauphin of France walks down the hallways of the palace, heading towards his father's private chambers. An usher opens the door and Philip walks in, as he is announced. King Francis and his secretary look up at the sudden and surprise visit by the dauphin. Philip quickly bows to his father.

"I apologize for the interruption, your grace." Philip begins his apology. "A messenger arrived from the Count of Chateaubriant."

The king nods and waves his hand, dismissing his household. Once they departed, Philip walks to the table.

"What has the Count sent?" Francis ask, shifting in his chair in anticipation.

"He sent a message this morning." The dauphin informs his father, holding up the letter. "Lady Anne arrived in France a few days ago with her companion, and arrive at the Count's chateau yesterday evening."

The king nods his head as his son walks over to him, and hands him the letter. Francis opens the letter and looks over the Count's writing. He puts the letter down and sits back, sighing in relief. The king looks up at his son.

"I assume you wish to visit her." Philip comments at his father's expression.

"It is my wish to see her immediately." The monarch replies. "I would want her to come to court as well, but I can risk her safety."

"Then what do you intend to do?" The dauphin questions his father.

"Unfortunately, I cannot leave court." The French king answers. "If I leave suddenly, there will be questions to my whereabouts and they will send out a party to find me. For now, I must stay here and act as if nothing has occurred, until a plan can be made."

Philip nods his head as a response.
"If you cannot go, may I have permission to visit the lady?" The young royal asks curiously. "I doubt the council will wonder where I am for a few days."

The door behind the dauphin opens and various councilmen walk in. The king looks at the men then back at his son.

"Very well, go then." Francis tells his son quietly. "But do not be gone too long."

Philip nods and runs out of the room, not looking at any of the men. The king turns to the councilmen.

"What now?" The monarch harshly questions the men.


Anne walks down the quiet hall of the house of God. She stops at the entrance of the chapel. She takes a step inside and finds it empty. Quietly and slowly, she enters the chapel and looks at the holy objects, she once denounce a few years ago. She walks down the aisle one step at a time. Anne stops before the altar and kneels down to the stone floor. She bows her head.

"Dear God, I beg for your forgiveness and plead for your guidance." Anne begins her prayer. "I have braved every trial you have given me, but I am still lost without you."

She pauses briefly then continues.

"I pray to you not for myself, but for my darling child, Elizabeth." The former queen prays to God. "I ask that you watch over her, dear lord. Guide and protect her, and remind her of her mother's love. Amen."

Quietly, she makes the sign of the cross and slowly stands up. Entering the chapel from a side door, the priest walks in and catches the former queen's attention. She curtsies to the holy man.

"Forgive me father, I am leaving." She quickly tells him.

"No need, my child." The priest replies with a small smile. "This is God's house and all are welcome."

"I do not think that God would welcome me into his house." She adds quietly. "I have greatly offended him."

The priest walks to her and leads her to the pews. The two sit down and the priest looks at the former queen.

"Dear child, God loves all his children despite their transgressions against him." The holy man reminds her. "God sees into our soul and knows what it is in our hearts, he is the only one who knows who we truly are."

"Your words are hopeful and kind, father but I do not believe that God will find it in him to forgive me." Anne confesses, looking down at her hands. "I fallen so far that I do not think that he will help me up, and show me what to do next."

The priest reaches over and places his hand on top of hers.

"I sense that you have much sorrow in your life, but you have overcome it." He tells her, unknowingly reminding her of her life in England. "I see a great heart in you, dear child, one that God has surely seen. He will forgive you and guide you back to his holy path, but only you can choose to follow or not."

He pats her hand and slowly rises to his feet. The holy man begins to walk away when Anne's voice stops him, and he turns around.

"Thank you, father." She tells him with a small smile.

The priest returns the smile and quietly walks away. Remaining in her seat, Anne looks up at the altar and looks at the Son of God.

AB

Anne enters the chateau quietly and through a side door. She closes the door behind her and walks down the hall, the rosary still in her hand. She turns as she gets to the stairs starts to climb them.

"Anne!" A voice yells behind her.

The former queen stops and turns around. She looks down to see Francoise standing at the bottom.

"Francoise?" She states the Frenchwoman's name with confusion.

"I have been looking for you." Francoise tells her. "I went to your chambers but you weren't there and your lady didn't know where you were. I started to worry."

"Francoise, I am fine." Anne comforts her. "I went to the chapel this morning."

A wave of relief comes over the Countess and quietly sighs.

"I am sorry, Anne." The Countess apologizes. "Please, do not think you cannot move around. I-

"Francoise, I understand." The former queen tells her friend. "It is my fault, I should have told Nan where I would be. I did not think I would be needed this morning."

"Neither did I, my friend until the arrival of a visitor." Francoise tells her.

Anne looks at her friend in confusion at her statement.

"The dauphin is here." The Countess informs her. "He arrived just a few minutes ago and was asking about you."

"You didn't tell him that-

"No, I didn't say I didn't know." The Frenchwoman finishes her sentence. "I do not want to risk losing my head because I could not protect you."

The former queen smiles at her friend's behavior and words, and takes a step down the stairs.

"Where is his grace?" Anne asks.

"He is in the library." The Countess answers, stepping aside as Anne talks down the step. "He insist that he wait for you there."

Anne nods and walks away from her friend and into the main hallway. She turns left and nears the library door. A maid curtsies to her and opens the door for her. Anne walks in and finds the dauphin standing near the windows, looking out. At the sound of the door closing, the dauphin turns away from the window and freezes. Anne smiles and curtsies to the floor.

"Your grace." Anne addresses him as she slowly rises.

"Your majesty." Prince Philip addresses her, bowing deeply then straightening up. "Or shall I say Lady Anne."

Her smile widens as the young prince moves from the window and walks over to her. She stretches out her hand, which the dauphin gladly takes hold of. He looks her over to make sure that she is whole.

"Are you well? Did anyone notice you leaving England? Have the Count and Countess been treating you kindly?" The dauphin shoots questions at her.

Anne lets out a laugh at the dauphin's questions and gives his hand a squeeze.

"I am well your grace and I do not think that I was spotted leaving England." She answers his first questions. "As for the Count and Countess, you do not need to worry about them. They have been my dearest friends and have taken great care of me."

"I am glad to hear it." Philip responds. "I do not wish to insult them, but you must understand my concern. Your safety is the greatest importance."

"The Countess is like a hawk your grace, she is constantly aware of my movements." The former queen adds.

"All but this morning, I assume." The dauphin states with a mischievous grin.

Anne shakes her head and two walk to the empty chairs near the fire, and sit down.

"Do not blame her, I did not tell her where I would be." Anne firmly tells him.

"I do not blame her, I do not think she wishes to anger my father." Philip responds.

"How is the king?" She asks about the monarch with interest.

Philip shifts in his chair before answering the question.

"The king is well." Philip answers the question. "Unfortunately, he was unable to get away from court. His councilmen have made him busy with the Emperor."

"The Emperor? I thought his business with the Emperor was over." The Englishwoman comments on the subject.

"No, it was never over despite what the Emperor claims." The young royal replies. "The Emperor invade France and afterwards, sends word he wants an alliance and peace now."

" Then let us hope that the king can find his solution." Anne replies with hope and a smile. "And one without the agenda of his men."

Philip returns the smile.

"I do not remember you being so optimistic." He comments on her behavior. "What has changed?"

"You know very well my circumstances." She replies kindly and briefly looks down at her hands. "I heard that the king has a new mistress."

Anne looks up to see the dauphin's facial expression.

"Should I assume that you do not like her?" The former queen questions the young royal.

"You assume correct." He quickly answers. "The woman is horrible. She is not liked at court by anyone. I do not understand what the king sees in her."

Anne lets out a little laugh at the dauphin's comments about the king's mistress.

"You may not like her, but do not anger her either." The Englishwoman cautions him. "She has the king's eye therefore, she has some influence."

"I am well aware the power mistress' hold." Philip responds, referring to the Countess' former position. "I just wish it isn't that inferno woman."

"You cannot change who the king becomes infatuated with, but I can make you feel better by insisting that you dine with us tonight." Anne offers with a wide smile. "I will not you to refuse."

"I would be glad to stay." The dauphin responds with a huge smile.

NLAQ

Nan climbs down the last step of the main staircase and turns left. She walks down the main hall, heading towards the chapel. A door opens and the dauphin exits a small parlor, and runs into the Englishwoman. He grabs her arm to prevent her from falling.

"Please, watch your-

Nan stops talking as she looks up at the dauphin. She quickly takes a step back, pulling her arm from the royal's grasp and quickly drops to a curtsy.

"Forgive me, your grace." Nan quickly spits out, her head down. "I did not mean to be so rude, nor get in your way."

"There is no need, my lady. I am to blame." Philip tells her, offering his hand to her. "Please, rise."

Looking up, Nan sees his hand but does not take it. The dauphin smiles at her.

"Have we met before?" He questions her, with an eyebrow raised.

"No, your grace." The Englishwoman answers the question. "I just arrive to France a few days ago, I do not travel often."

The dauphin nods at the information.

"Then you must be Queen Anne's companion." The young royal points out.

"Yes, your grace." She quietly responds.

"Her majesty has told me much about you." Philip tells her. "The king and I are very grateful that she has one true friend in all of this."

"Thank you, your grace." Nan replies with a small smile.

"May I know your name?" The royal kindly ask.

"My name is Nan, it is short for Anne." She answers the question. '

"It is a pleasure to meet you, Lady Nan." He addresses her sweetly with a small smile.

Nan bows her head in respect and returns the smile. Behind the newly acquainted couple, Anne turns the corner and enters the hallway, and walks towards the couple. Nan catches a glimpse of the former queen drawing near, and takes another step back. Philip's expression changes quickly to confusion and turns. The confused look drops at the former queen's appearance. Anne stops before the couple and bows her head to the dauphin.

"Your grace." Anne addresses the dauphin.

"Lady Anne, I am glad to have found you." He responds joyfully. "I just met your lovely friend, Lady Nan. I am very glad to know she is a true friend to you."

"Thank you, your grace." The former queen replies with a smile. "She is very dear to me I am very happy that you have met."

"As am I." Philip tells her, turning back to look at Nan.

Nan smiles and bows her head. The dauphin turns back to Anne.

"I do not mean to exclude Lady Nan, but may I speak to you." The dauphin politely asks the former queen.

"Of course, your grace." Anne replies.

She looks to her friend, who nods and quietly walks away. Anne walks to the dauphin's side and two start walking.

"I am sorry to tell you but I must return back to court." The royal informs her.

"Is all well at court?" Anne quickly asks, her concern going towards the king and the royal children.

"All is well, dear lady but my visit here was only a day or two." He tells her. "I came only to see you that you are safe and well. The king does not want me gone too long, without drawing attention."

"Very well, then you must hurry." The former queen tells him as they both step outside. "I do not wish for you to cause any gossip among the king's council."

"Are you trying to be rid of me, my lady?" Philip questions jokingly.

"No and you know very well that I enjoy your company." Anne replies with the shake of her head.

"I am only teasing but I believe you will enjoy my father's company far better than mine." He responds with a light tone.

Anne smiles at him and two turn as a groomsman brings the dauphin's horse. Philip turns to Anne.

"I will see you soon." The dauphin tells her with comfort and hope. "The king will send for you. I know you are safe here but he will want you close to him, so that he can ensure your safety."

"I know." She hesitantly responds. "But it is too close to court, wouldn't anyone notice, especially the king's mistress?"

"I will deal with her." He responds. "You will be safe and protect. Trust me."

She nods as a response. Philip steps in front of her and places a kiss on her forehead then walks away. Anne watches the young royal mount his horse, the groomsman handing him the reins. Philip looks back to her.

"I will see you soon, your majesty." Philip repeats his earlier statement to her. "God bless you, your grace."

Philip pulls the reins of his horse and directs to turn. Anne watches him ride off, leaving the courtyard.

"God speed dear Philip." She whispers and turns around, heading back inside the chateau.


May 1536

Whitehall Palace, London, England

King Henry of England leans on the wall near the window, looking out at the green law and large pond. He quietly watches the courtiers' walk around, talking amongst themselves or mingling. The last three weeks taking a toll on him, as the search for his missing wife continues with no results. Even in spirit, Anne has managed to make his life impossible for him. She has made it hard for him to marry his sweet Jane. Behind him, Charles Brandon walks into the king's chambers. The door closes behind him as he address the king. The monarch slowly turns as the duke bows to him.

"Tell me Charles, have you found anything?" The king quietly asks, with no anger in his voice.

"Yes, your grace." The Duke answers the question. "The search for the queen has come to an end."

Henry walks away from the window and over to the table. He grabs hold of a chair as he asks his next question.

"Have you found Anne?" He hurriedly asks with anticipation.

"Unfortunately your grace we have not." The noble man answer the question.

"If you haven't found her, then why has your search come to an end?" Henry asks hotly, angering building within him. "I thought I made it clear that you were not to stop until she was found!"

"Your majesty, our search has stopped because we did find the queen." Charles informs the king quietly.

Henry stares at Charles, waiting. The duke takes a step forward, hesitantly prepared to the king the news.

"Where is she?" The king questions again.

"I regret to inform your grace that Queen Anne is dead." The duke announces.

The English king stands frozen, as the duke's words sink into him. He pulls the chair and drops down, in complete shock. After a few moments, he looks up at his friend.

"Dead? That is impossible." He states in disbelief. "Where is her body?"

"I am sorry your grace, her body was cut up and placed in a bag." Charles adds.

"What?" The king yells.

"The Queen's remains were found near the Thames." The duke provides more information. "Whoever kidnapped the queen, not only killed her but decimated her. They also left a note for your majesty."

Charles walks over to the king and places the folded note before the monarch. Henry looks at the un-opened note and slowly reaches for it. He takes in his hand and hesitantly opens it.

King Henry of England,

We do not apologize for our actins and the crimes we have committed against your person and the English crown. England has been plague with witchcraft for far too long. Anne Boleyn, the false Queen of England is dead. We will be saved from the fires of hell at her sacrifice. Long live England! Long live the King!

Henry crunches up the note in his hands in anger. He looks up at the duke in disbelief and anger.

"They murdered an anointed monarch." Henry states in disbelief. "They murdered a queen and rejoice in their actions."

"They claim that they were saving England from hell and sin." Charles adds. "They did it in the name of God."

"I don't care why they did it!" The English king shouts in anger. "Despite who Anne is and her actions, she was crown and anointed! They have committed a crime that not even God can forgive!"

The Duke of Suffolk bows his head in silence, and hears the paper being ripped up.

"What of my daughter? What of Elizabeth?" Henry quickly asks about his youngest daughter's safety.

"There is no mention of the child nor any wish to harm her." Charles answers as he looks back up. "I do not believe that they intend to hurt the child."

"I want extra guards placed at Hatfield." The king orders. "I want her household to watch her at all times. Am I understood?"

"Yes, your majesty." Charles replies. "It will be done as you requested. May I ask how you want to proceed with the queen's remains?"

"I will have Cromwell arrange a private burial for the family." The monarch replies somberly. "I will tell Elizabeth myself about her mother, but she must not be allowed to attend the burial. It will be too much for her."

"Very well. Does your majesty wish to announce the queen's death?" The nobleman asks one last question.

"I will have Cromwell announce it to the nobles." Henry states without hesitation. "I have no doubt that news will spread throughout court. I will have the ambassadors inform their host countries about the Queen's sudden death."

"Yes your majesty." Charles responds and bows to the king.

Henry stands up again and returns to his earlier position by the window, and looks out. The Duke watches him briefly then quietly leaves the room.

AB

Anne Boleyn sits quietly under an old oak tree. She closes her eyes for a bit and takes in everything around her. She smiles as she opens her eyes and looks down. In her hands, she holds a sealed letter. She stares at the seal for quiet some time, believing it to be from the dauphin of Franc. Carefully, she slides her finger under it and rips it open. She unfolds the letter. Her smile grows bigger at the sight of the king's handwriting, and starts to read.

My dearest Anne,

I hope you are well and happy. I am sorry that I cannot be with you as I had hoped. Philip arrived back at court a few days ago and informed me of his visit. I can say that his description of your wellbeing will not do you justice, until I have laid my own eyes on you. I know you cannot expect me to talk in this manner to you, but you have always been close to my heart and the only one, I can be myself with. I have plans that will bring you closer to court without anyone's knowledge. I know you are very fond of Francoise but I prefer that you remain close to me so that I may protect you, and see you everyday. It will not be long until you are here with me so that I may hold you in my arms, and never release you.

Your ever faithful and loving servant,

Francis

Anne smiles at the letter, rereading the loving words of a monarch. She looks up to the sky.

"Please God, let me be with the king soon." She prays quietly. "It would make his majesty happy if I were close to him."

She looks back down and looks around the garden, enjoying the peace of her surroundings. Entering the garden, the Countess of Chateaubriant walks down the grass lane leading to the former queen.

"Anne!" She calls out her friend.

The former Queen of England looks up and turns to see her friend running towards her, with smile. The Countess stops in front of the Englishwoman and takes a moment to catch her breath.

"Francoise, what is it? What's wrong?" Anne quickly questions.

"It has happen." Francoise announces.

"What has happened?" The former monarch questions again.

"King Henry of England has announced your death." The Frenchwoman informs her friend. "You are free, my friend. You are free."


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