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We winded through the corridors quickly, wanting to get to the ball quickly. 'The sooner we get there, the sooner it'll be over' I kept thinking to myself. We walked through the grand hallway alone towards the grand doors that lead to the great hall. Anne walked confidently forward with me and Mary trailing behind her. She opened the deep mahogany doors that lead into a small room with chairs all over, some occupied, others not. She didn't look at anyone, only straight ahead to another small corridor. We rounded the corner and walked almost straight into the main hall where there was music, dance and laughter. We entered and most eyes within the room turned to us.

"The Boleyn sisters and Mistress Swan." We were announced? None of us were expecting that. I personally was shocked, I could see Mary had a similar feeling to me. Anne looked unfazed by it, she just smiled and walked to the centre of the dancing where Henry Percy was waiting, grinning from ear to ear. Mary and I were left standing in the doorway, still in shock. If we were being recognised, that meant the King enjoyed the company of our families or had taken a fancy to one of the members of the family. I really hoped it was the first option. Or we'd be known as the whores of the palace. Even if it was only one of us, we would all have the label. We both regained our composure and walked towards where George was seated.

"You two look lovely." He said, as we both pulled out the chairs from the table.

"Remind me why there is a ball." I grumbled, crossing my arms across my chest but still making sure my mask was untouched.

"For the Cullen's. Henry's closest friends that are joining court. They are said to be a particularly good looking family. Apparently, first time they met, Henry thought they were a little strange because of their unbelievable looks but they are perfectly normal. I heard that he tried to have both of the daughters at mistresses at one point but, they are said to be stubborn and strong willed so they both rejected him. Henry's still a little sore about that but he and Carlisle are so close he cannot let that destroy the relationship." I just stared ahead at the dancers twirling around each other.

"Well, I enjoy the festivities the King creates." Mary said, smiling at her brother. She quickly brought her mask to her face as she saw her husband approach. He was smiling happily and bowed slightly toward me and George as he stopped next to us.

"Mary, would you like to dance?" He asked her, extending his hand out to her.

"Yes." She said simply. She smiled at him, then to us and reached out and took his hand. He lead her to the middle of the dance floor as a new song begun. Mary was a very graceful dancer who enjoyed the many parties she was invited to. I, however, was the complete opposite. I was so clumsy I didn't trust myself running let alone dancing. I'd look a fool next to people like Anne and Mary. I preferred not to do anything that I would humiliate myself doing it. I would rather be in the gardens or read. I loved to read and write. A woman should not really do either so I did it secretly in my chamber where I could do whatever I wanted.

"Would you like to dance?" I turned to George who chuckled when looking at my death glare.

"Very funny George."

"I think you would enjoy it if you tried it." He stated, sipping some wine from his goblet.

"No. Never have and I never will, you should know that by now." He shrugged.

"I thought it would be worth an attempt." We were interrupted by the music stopping and the hall falling silent. I turned to the door way where seven people stood.

Towards the front of the crowd was a blonde, very handsome man with his arm around the waist of a woman with a heart shaped face, soft features and caramel coloured hair. She was beautiful. Her hair was thick and wavy, coming just past her shoulders. She wore a deep blue coloured dress that was simple but stunning. Pearls outlined the neckline gracefully. Behind them were younger looking men and women – probably around my age. They all stood out for different reasons. The girl with shimmering blonde hair and sharp but full features was so beautiful it was like what every girl in the kingdom thought of when they thought of what they'd like to look like. She wore a blood red dress that made her lips stand out. She was with a big man who had dark curly hair, he was smiling down at her. There was another girl with strikingly dark hair that was straight and fell down to her shoulders. She wore a pale blue dress, the kind of colour you would see in a morning sky. Next to her was a tall, lean man with honey coloured. He looked a lot like the blonde girl. Then I saw the man who I thought was easily the most beautiful of them all. He had slightly messy bronze coloured hair, angular features and piercing emerald coloured eyes that stood out most from where I was sitting.

"The Cullen family." The man announced, they all walked in and straight to Henry's table. The music and dance began again and the chatter and laughter yet again commenced. I couldn't take my eyes off of the bronze haired man. For some reason I recognised him... The moment I thought that, he turned and looked directly into my eyes. I immediately ducked my head down and felt warmth fill my cheeks.

"Isabella?" I snapped my head round to George who was looking rather amused.

"Yes?" I said, smiling innocently at him.

"I saw you."

"Saw me what?" I replied, seeming innocent yet again.

"Looking at him."

"Who?"

"One of the Cullens."

"No I wasn't. I was watching Mary and William dance." I retorted. However, I was a terrible liar...

"Yes, you were." I just sighed, wanting to drop the subject. I grabbed my goblet and took a big gulp of the red wine. "You have taken quite the fancy to him haven't you Isabella?" George said, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. I stayed silent, keeping my eyes on the dancers, forcing myself not to look towards where the Cullen's were all seated. As my eyes stayed on the dance floor, four of the Cullen's joined the dance. Many people within the room who were not dancing were simply gaping at them. The girls were so beautiful, men wanted them and women were jealous of them. The same with the men of the family, women wanted them and the men were jealous. Of course, even I was jealous. The dance started again, and the Cullen's were all wonderful dancers. Gracefully gliding across the floor and whirling around their partners. Even Anne couldn't match them. They were all special. I stole a look at the boy I recognised. I studied him carefully. Something made me recognise him, but I could not put my finger on it... He turned away from the girls talking to him and looked directly at me. This time, I just couldn't pull my eyes away from his. I was only pulled away when there was a tap on my shoulder.

"Mistress Swan." Oh no.

"Your Majesty." I said, turning to look at him.

"Would you like to dance?" Well, I could not say no to the king of England so that was more like a rhetorical question. A wave of nervousness hit me, I cannot dance! What shall I do?

"Of course, your Majesty." I put a smile onto my face, he held out his hand and I took it. I stole a glance at Edward who looked slightly angry but at the same time, completely at ease. He was very hard to read. His lips twitched into a slight smile although it did not reach his eyes. I just let Henry lead me to the dance floor. The women started on the inside circle and the men on the outside. We walked in the circles then joined our partners. Henry was not the best dancer in the world either. It was quite difficult to dance with him. We were constantly stepping on each others feet. I blushed a ruby red as I thought of the amount of people watching. We clumsily The music finally stopped and I breathed a sigh of relief. I smiled up at Henry and he smiled down at me.

"Come." He said simply, walking out of the room towards the entrance to the garden. I threw a panicked glance at George who wasn't watching then searched for anyone else who could see me. Nobody was watching me, aside from a pair of piercing green eyes that I don't know if I really saw or whether it was just my imagination. I followed him as he walked to a stone seat that is known among the ladies as Katherine's seat. There is no way that I could sit in that seat with of feeling incredibly guilty. He sat and patted the space next to him.

"Your Highness-" I began.

"No, sit." He obviously understood what I was going to say. Instead of arguing further, I silently made my way to the bench and sat as far away from him as possible. I could feel myself shaking slightly and my hands sweating. This may be the most nervous I've ever been. I just stared at my fingers. "I'd like you to become my mistress." My worst nightmare confirmed. 'What should I do?' I kept thinking. I didn't understand why he wanted me. There was beautiful girls at court, why me? Anne or Mary would be far more understandable. Why. Why.

"I..." I stuttered. What did I say? I didn't want to accept but I didn't want to do it. "I... I don't know what to say..." I trailed off.

"Well, think about it." He said, patting my knee and kissing my cheek slowly. He looked into my eyes and laid his hand on my cheek. Was he going to do what I thought? Yes, he was. He slowly leaned in. His horrible pudgy, dry lips pressing roughly onto mine. I just sat, frozen. My eyes wide open. His hand moved to my chin and gripped it tightly. I leaned back, attempting to get away but he took it as a sign I wanted him. He kissed me even rougher than before, putting more weight onto me. I frowned, not wanting this to happen. I felt as if I was being watched to. He moaned slightly and gripped me harder. We were both breathing heavily, except mine was disjointed because of pure fright. He gripped my chin so hard it began to hurt. Could you get bruises on your chin? I didn't want this to happen. He pressed and held me so hard I felt like screaming. Instead my eyes began to tear up. He suddenly let go, kissing me once more gently. He looked at my reaction and smirked. I don't know why, but he did. Did he not see how petrified I was of him? Maybe he thought I was just... I don't know, innocent? He let go, stood up and strolled back into the party. I sat there, still clutching my hand, frozen, staring into the party. One lone tear slid down my face. I just couldn't move a muscle. I didn't even curtsey when he left. I sat, in shock. I would be named 'the Kings whore' from now on.

"Mistress Swan?" An unfamiliar but beautiful, velvet voice said quietly.

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