Two girls and a boy
"May I have this dance?" Henry asked Anne softly. As Anne turned around, she made eye contact with him. For a moment, it took her back several years ago and she was watching Henry Percy smile so boyishly at her. But then she shook her head, snapping out of it.
"You may." She said, curtsying lowly.
"Anne, you don't need to curtsy for me. I may be a prince, but around you, I'd like to be merely Henry or Hal, if that's alright. Same to you, Katherine." Henry said softly, touching Anne's chin. Anne looked taken aback for a minute before smiling, "thank you...Henry."
The two danced and it was a sensual whirl of daring expressions and flashing eyes.
"Miss Howard." His voice said to Katherine, causing her to shiver.
"Mister Colby!" Katherine said brightly. Edward Colby. He was the most handsome man Katherine had ever seen with black curls, blue eyes and full, red lips that Katherine could not stop kissing if she could try.
"Imagine my surprise when I heard that Anne Boleyn and Katherine Howard were at this ball. I snuck in so I could see you and saw a most beautiful girl at the edge of the dancefloor. Alone. With no male companion." Edward said, a look of shock covering his face.
Katherine giggled, "Mister Colby, while I am sure Jane Boleyn-Parker is very flattered, you must remember that she is a married woman and off limits to the likes of you!"
Edward snorted and began to lead Katherine to the dancefloor, "while Jane is a very attractive woman, I was talking about you."
Katherine smiled up at him as he twirled her around. Everybody called her a flirt or worse, but was it so bad? Love was beautiful and made the world turn.
After the ball, Henry and Anne went outside to talk.
Henry's first love, Katherine, had cancer and succumbed to it. Her last words to him were I will always be your queen.
She told him about Henry and he squeezed her hand comfortingly when her voice broke.
He told her about his doubts in marrying lady Seymour and she agreed. From all the pictures she had seen, Jane resembled a sheep. A very plain sheep.
He told her about his sisters and she told him about Mary and George.
They talked about loss and grief and love and life. It was so natural. Anne felt like she could tell him anything.
At the end of the night, he lightly leaned in and pressed his lips to hers.
"I'm sorry." He whispered as he pulled away.
"I'm sorry, too. I'm sorry I didn't do that sooner." Anne replied and pressed her lips back to his. They didn't notice the photo taken of them.
Jane Seymour, despite what people thought, enjoyed social media. It just so happened that one day she was on social media and she saw a picture of her husband to be kissing the whore Anne Boleyn. Him looking at her the same way he looked at that prude, Katherine, who could no longer be a threat to her survival.
She picked up her phone and called her brother, Thomas.
"Yes, your imperial highness?" Thomas asked snarkily
"Brother darling, don't be sarcastic, it doesn't suit you. We have a problem, in more important news." Jane replied, glowering at the photo of Anne
"I can't imagine what an important problem is for you, Janey, so you'll have to fill me in."
"There's a woman I need you to seduce. Her name is Anne Boleyn. Get Edward in on it, too. He can seduce her cousin."
"You want me to knowingly seduce a Boleyn? Our greatest rivals?"
"Don't sound so disbelieving, Tom. She is a very pretty lady, it won't be too hard a task." Jane spoke before hanging up, a smirk on her lips. No woman had ever resisted her brothers before and, knowing Katherine and Anne, they would be in bed with her brothers by the end of the day.