(Author's note-Hello there! Thanks to rosebudjamie, twilightfan2, tudorprincess, and Boleyn Girl13 for their reviews, and a big thanks to everyone for reading! Hope you enjoy the second chapter! It's not the most historically accurate, just to warn ya!)
George Boleyn
There were few things you could do in a dank, boring cell and George wasn't the kind of man who could keep still. He desperately wanted to ask Kingston a question, and had nearly banged the door down many times trying to get the Constable's attention, scaring the guards out of their wits. Oh, George HAD heard their mutterings. "He's mad. No wonder he made love with his own sister!" So George decided to quell his boredom by summoning the guard who had made the aforementioned comment. "If you're bored, I'll make love with you too!" The guard looked at him with pity and noticeable disgust. George was pleased. A plan was slowly growing in his head, and part one was complete.
Jane Seymour
"Mistress Nataly. What are you doing?" The maid jumped, scared by jolly King Henry. He laughed, showing no signs of anger, although the girl had obviously been ruffling through Jane's things. I'll make sure to tell Jane to watch that girl. "She was just looking for a dress milord, that I thought you would like perhaps." Jane said, as she entered the room. Henry felt his heart pound, but not nearly as much as when Anne would make a comment like that. Aaargh, why in God's name am I thinking about that whore? He shook his head wildly, trying to ignore the dark blanket of hair that had so entranced him.
Jane glanced at Nataly curiously, while Henry was stuck in his reverie. What on earth was she doing? She decided to forget about it for now. After all, Jane wasn't going to have a fit, a la Anne Boleyn. "And I'm not going to feel guilty about her either!" Both king and maid turned to look at Jane, who had inadvertently said that aloud. "Mistress Seymour, I believe you could use something to eat. What say you to that?" Without giving her a chance to answer, Henry draped an arm around Jane, and marched her out of the room, without so much of a second glance at Nataly.
Anne Boleyn
It was just an old love letter that Henry had written to her, in the days of old. Had those beautiful days just been a passing dream? A simple fleeting flight of fancy on Henry's part, and hers? Anne laughed hysterically as she glanced over the first line, "Mine own sweetheart." You liar and fool. You promised to love me, and only ME! The former queen turned to her maids, for Anne felt like telling a joke to brighten her mood. "One day my dears, I shall have books written about me, and I shall be known as la reine sans tete. Queen lack head!" Two of Anne's ladies laughed, but the others, looked at Anne with visible confusion. Well, Anne knew she was an enigmatic mistress, and she planned never to change. It would've been nice if her dear friend Mary Wyatt was with her though. The days were passing by incredibly slowly, and it was a wonder Anne hadn't gone mad pondering what her fate could possibly be. Yes, it would've been nice to have dear Mary with her.
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At the moment dear Mary Wyatt was being interrogated by Cromwell himself, on the accounts of both Anne and her brother Thomas. A nameless peasant watched curiously as Mary walked in the room, which was rather bright, and steeling herself, sat down in the wood chair opposite from Cromwell. Cromwell smiled at her amiably, but that didn't stop Mary from looking outwardly terrified. The peasant swore as one of Cromwell's serving men drew curtains over the windows. No matter. He'd just sneak in through the unwatched mud pit. After all, he'd do anything he could to help the lovely imprisoned queen, who was probably dealing with a lot worse things than mud.