(Authors Note-Warning, what you are about to read is pretty (scratch that, VERY) historically inaccurate. But I hope you enjoy it anyway! A special thanks to all those who read, my reviewers, and Reganx for helping me A LOT with the overall story. THANK YOU SO MUCH! And I'm so sorry I took so long to update!)

May 12, 1536

Anne Boleyn

The Queens Lodgings in the Tower of London

Anne stared out the window, absentmindedly tapping her hand against the glass. She would give an arm and a leg to just be allowed to go outside! Turning to Lady Boleyn, Anne inquired, "Aunt, do you think I might be allowed to take a jaunt outside? It's so dreadfully dank here." Lady Boleyn looked at her skeptically, and answered with no trace of feeling in her voice. "I doubt it Anne. And it's not like we're in a dungeon. You must be grateful for what God has given you!" Normally Anne's fighting spirit would've flared up to that remark immediately, but now, it would serve no one. So Anne decided to ignore her aunt. "I think I might ask a guard. Or Kingston. Perhaps they will be kind Christians to me." Her Aunt turned, pretending not to hear.

The guard stirred from his slumber as he heard the strong knock from the door that held the imprisoned queen. He hesitated to answer it because Anne's beauty was said to be bewitching, and he didn't want to be the guard to get his head cut off due to her charms. And then the knocks came again and again. "Would someone please come assist me? " The queen cried in a tone that was rather different than the image of a haughty mistress that so many of her enemies painted of her. The knocks did not cease as the guard walked the other way, determined not to get into trouble.

"WOULD SOMEONE PRAY HELP ME PLEASE?" Anne yelled, throwing her ladies into a tizzy. "Oh please don't shout!" One cried, and Anne turned around. "Why not? I have been wrongfully imprisoned, and forced to merely sit while all of England hears of the lies against my name! Why should I not be unseemly? Why should I not be yelling?" She started to laugh. "Why should I not be…." And then Anne stopped. Calm down. Acting hysterical won't do. Much to the maid's relief, Anne sighed and sat down in a huff. "Milady, I know I shouldn't be spreading gossip but…it is said the people of England are FOR you!" Anne looked at the rather short maid, perplexed. "What on earth do you mean? The people of England have never been fond of me." She said with a tinge of sadness. The memories of people calling her whore and mocking Henry's and hers combined initials were like a sore in her chest. "I know milady Queen! But know they say that Henry is in the wrong, and is spreading lies against you so he can marry another. They say you are INNOCENT!" The maid said with wide brown eyes. Anne felt a flutter of hope in her chest. Could it be true? Or was it just gossip? "What is your name?" Anne asked. The maid looked at her with a gaze that made Anne think of her sister Mary. "My name is Katherine Howard."

"Ah, so you're a Howard girl like me? We're probably cousins then!" This discovery heartened Anne a bit. Katherine smiled, and Anne noticed that she had a pretty charm emanating about her. "Yes…. may I call you Anne?" Anne smiled, and nodded. Katherine opened her mouth to speak, only to be interrupted by a knock on the door. "Milady, I would be happy to serve you, but I must ask that you not be so loud!" The two Howard girls smothered their laughter as Anne admitted a rather flustered Kingston in, feeling more lighthearted than she had felt in months.

May 12, 1536

Jane Seymour

At an Inn on the way to Wulfhall

Good God. Was it just her, or was the King (in all his grace and wisdom of course) eating rather large amounts of food? Given, he was a rather big man but it was still rather unsettling. "People have been muttering sister. They say the king is upset. Have you not been pleasing him enough?" Jane turned to see her brother Edward glaring at her. She couldn't bear it when someone was angry with her, but Jane stood her ground. It was only her brother after all. "Of course! I have done everything short rule his kingdom! What else must I do?" Edward didn't cease his glaring. "Watch it dear sister. If your temper grows with the king you might find yourself in the same place as Anne Boleyn!" And with that, he left to go entertain a pretty young maid.

Jane winced. If someone said Anne's name one more time she thought she might retch with guilt. What if the condemned queen was put to death? Would Henry actually put a queen to death? Would that not put she, Jane, in the same precarious position, should she fail to give the son a son and heir? It won't do. I do not want my last thought on earth to be fear of the axe about to severe my head from my shoulders. Maybe if she could just talk to Anne….get her to prove she was innocent….Have her acknowledge Elizabeth as a bastard, and Jane as queen…Perhaps Henry could send her away to some foreign far away country, and thus, sealing Jane's place safely on the throne. But would someone as headstrong as Anne Boleyn submit to all that willingly? Perhaps, if the safety of Elizabeth came to question….

TBC