May 10th 1536

The Queen's Lodgings in The Tower of London

Anne Boleyn

Anne couldn't get the love letter from Henry out of her mind. Why was it bothering her so? She hadn't brought it with her; it would only cause her more pain. But who had brought it with them? And how on earth did the person in question get the letter in the first place? A memory of finding a picture of her with her head cut off came whirling back to Anne as though it had happened yesterday. "Milady, you are up so early again. Shouldn't you get some sleep?" Ah, now even my Aunt Boleyn will not call me queen. Anne looked at the woman sardonically. "Mayhap, mayhap not. After all, I soon may be sleeping for all eternity!" And she threw back her head and laughed again. Laughter was the only thing that made her feel better. There wasn't anything else she could really do. For the moment anyways.

King Henry's Not-So-Private Chamber

Jane Seymour

"GO TO HELL CROMWELLLL!!" Jane cringed, closing her eyes. She had no idea why Henry had asked her to be present while he worked. Especially since he was showing this rather ugly side of himself. But Cromwell should probably be more worried than she. "But, your grace, this man is insisting he see you…on behalf of a prisoner. He says he will kill himself for all to see…in the great hall if you don't respond and listen to his query." Henry's chief advisor hands were shaking, something he was known to do when he was nervous. Henry in turn made a sideways glance at Jane, and sighed. "Bring him in, bring him in, but if this turns out to be some ploy-" Henry looked pointedly at Cromwell," This man will have my permission to kill both you and himself and let your blood spatter on everyone who sees for all I care." Cromwell nodded, and left hurriedly out of the room.

"I am sorry you had to witness that. These past few days have been very trying for me." Henry indeed looked tired, and Jane hurriedly assured him. "No need to worry milord, really! It indeed has been a very stressful time for all."

"Including you Jane?" Her king was looking at her, and she couldn't read his expression. "Whatever do you mean?" Jane asked pensively. "I have heard a disquieting rumor that you have been feeling guilty about the imprisonment of the whore. Is that true?" Guilt…is it guilt that lies on my conciense, sucking away at my soul like a sieve? I don't know the right answer to the King's question… "In truth milord, I fear for you. It is said that many are against the imprisonment of Anne Boleyn and those men. It is said that many believe they are imprisoned merely because you…because you wish to replace Anne with me!" And then Jane burst into tears, letting her restrained feelings now flow loose through tears now falling on Henry's fine gold doublet. Oh, may God forgive me for this. And she let herself sob, allowing Henry to think he was the only one who could comfort her. "Your Majesty? I have brought the man that I spoke of!" Cromwell's voice caused Jane and Henry to jump, and Henry swore. "Bring him in, I suppose."

The Tower of London

George Boleyn's Cell

"What is it? You have the guards in an absolute frenzy." For all the days George had been imprisoned, he had never seen Kingston look so dazed. "I apologize. They seem to be afraid of me for some reason" Said George, trying to sound as innocent as possible. If I must be a deranged man, I have to be convincing. If I act completely mad now, no one will believe that my madness is genuine. Well, except those stupid guards. "Master Kingston, I do so believe that I, a nobleman, have the right to have a visitor, do I not?" Kingston looked at him with utmost skepticism. "Do you wish to bring in someone influential? Someone who could turn the tide of you sentence at your impending trial to your favor and your sister's?" George was expecting that answer, and retorted. "Well, of course I do, but you forget that I am a condemned man. I might be dead sooner than I think. Is it not natural to want to see one of my loved ones before I might depart of this world, however flawed it might be?"

"That may be true, but I have to take the utmost precautions, George Boleyn, You are not the first to wish for a visitor, and then plot an escape. But of course, that thought never crossed you mind, correct?" George nodded. "I merely ask you to think on it milord Kingston, and to let me know if it is or is not possible." Kingston sighed. These Boleyn's….oh how they trouble me. But I can't help but feel for them, guilty or not.

King Henry's Not-So-Private Chambers

The man who had threatened to kill himself stood before King Henry, without a trace of fear on his face. Jane noted that his legs were caked with mud, but despite that, he was quite a handsome man. Curly black tendrils of hair framed his olive skinned face, and his eyes had a flirtatious, yet hardened look to them. The mud caked legs were finely toned, as if he worked hard on them every day. Jane blushed as she found him looking at her. Oh God he saw me ogling him! What would Henry think? But Henry was oblivious, and Jane sighed of relief. "Well, what do you want from me? A family member freed from the tower? Some sort of boon?" Jane gazed at the man, who bowed to Henry with reverence. "Your most gracious majesty. I am Arthur Wyatt, kin to the prisoner Thomas Wyatt. I only request to your Excellency that I might perhaps see him, and present evidence for him if there is to be a trial."

Henry's eyebrows rose. He didn't like Arthur from the moment he saw Jane glance at him with what he thought was lust. But he shook it off. Who would pick a peasant, when they could have me, a king? Certainly not my dear Jane! "And what would I receive in return for this? Jane and Henry alike saw Arthur grin. "An entire country, entirely in your power!"