Author's notes: I really do hope that the JRM lovers really do like it…. Also, I think that it sucks that we have to wait so long for the next season to come back. Also I hope that you readers truly realize that this story takes place when Henry was younger and will follow up till his death. THANK YOU and I hope to have the next chapter up soon.

(That night)

I take a washcloth and ring it out to put on Henry's head. Even though the fault was his, I still felt very sorry for him. I then took another cloth out and began to wipe the sweat off of his bare chest. He began to stir. He cracked his eyes open and began to sit up but I pushed him back down, shushing him.

"You need to rest. You had quite a fall and you coughed up some bile. That is why your throat is so sore." I said as took the towel off his head and I ran my hand through his hair. He took my hand from his hair and held it against his cheek.

"Thank you for today. You saved me." Henry said as he smiled weakly. My face remained stern.

"Well someone had to save you." I said as I slowly pulled my hand away. I sat up strait, and brushed off my dress. I looked around his room. He had a beautiful canopy bed with a fireplace right near it; the fire gave light to the cold room. I walked to the window and looked out to see the full moon lighting up the ground, making outside look beautiful. I turned back towards Henry who was lying down on the bed, he looked at me affectionately.

"You know I really missed you." He said as he motioned me to come back to the side of the bed. I stood stock still not daring to move. I looked down and folded my arms.

"That is a very kind of you to say your majesty." I said quietly as I walked to the basin to get another wet cloth to put atop his head. I went back to him and took the old cloth off and put the new one on his forehead. I avoided his eyes at all costs. I left the edge of the bed and put the old cloth in the old cool water.

"My head aches." Henry moaned as he massaged he sore temples.

"You are very lucky that is all that hurts." I said refusing to turn around. "What I think is hurting the most is your pride." When I said this Henry scowled. I yawned and called my lady in waiting over.

"Please look after him for the rest of the night. I need some rest."

She curtsied, "yes your grace." I smiled at her and headed for the door.

"And where do you think you are going Princess?" Henry's voice made me stop dead in my tracks. I slowly turned around with a fake smile plastered on my face, trying to hide the frustration within. This man was impossible. I looked at the lady and made a motion for her to go out.

"I had to jump in a cold watered ditch to save you and then I looked after you for six hours, so I am exhausted. May I please have your grace's permission to go to sleep?"

"You will do nothing of the sort. You will stay here with me and help me until I am well." Henry hissed motioning me with his index finger. I sauntered slowly back to his bed and sat by his side. I bit my bottom lip and looked down. Gently he pulled my face up so his eyes could meet my green-hazel ones.

"Do you realize that I almost died?" Henry spoke faintly.

"Yes your Majesty I do," I sighed. Henry put his hands on my cheek and brought my face ever so closer to his.

"I would be stirring in my grave if I did not tell you how I feel before I died." Now I felt his hot breath upon my face.

"And how do you feel about me?" I asked coyly. Before I had time to react, he brought his lips to mine. He brought my body on top of his. His hands ran zealously up my body. I pulled away and gasped.

"Your Majesty we cannot do this, I will not be your whore." I said studying his features closely. He shook his head and put his hand back to my face.

"I will not have you as a whore, but as my wife." He said huskily. What in hell was he thinking! He could have me as his wife. He already has a great Queen. The only thing that was stressing in his marriage would be the failure to produce a male heir for the thrown. But Queen Catherine was a gentle and kind Queen loved by all. It would bring England to a roar if she were to be pushed aside. I simply had to be a realist in this matter and walk away before I get myself too deep.

"You have a Queen, and I will not be hated by the people of England by taking away her Majesty." I said as I got off of him and straitened my dress up. He threw off the covers, came up to me and grabbed me by the shoulders, he shook me violently.

"You doubt my power? You doubt that I cannot get a divorce?" Henry growled. I winced at his cruelty.

"I do not doubt your Grace's power; but be reasonable Henry. Do you really want to be hated by your country because you abandoned a woman who obviously loves you and has shown you nothing but kindness throughout your whole marriage? And even if you where to go through with this, how would you make an argument to get support from the Pope for annulment?"

"Why not? Kings get annulments all the time……. When I get an annulment, we can secure the peace treaty between Italy and England. And I will be with the woman I love and you can have my children. And you can have a son. A son that will secure peace throughout the country."

"Catherine's Nephew is the king of the Holy Roman Empire, he has more control over the Pope, and I highly doubt that he will let the Pope agree to such a request. Henry, it might mean excommunication."

"So be it. I will become head of the Church of England and make my self supreme ruler." Henry said proudly. Now I thought him crazy.

"That would mean politically isolating England and angering half the country that is Roman Catholic!"

"Do not worry about these things, we will be married." Henry said trying to give me assurance. I had to stop this now.

"Is this because you want to marry me? Or because you want all of the power?" I asked angrily.

"By this, it will get be both. We can be happy." Henry said pulling my body to his. For a moment I hugged him. Feeling the smoothness of his back and how his muscles tightened under my touch. I pulled back and looked into his eyes.

"Get back into bed Henry. You are sick and it is too cold for you to be walking about." I said gently. He nodded his head and got back into bed. I sat there for another two hours; he was finally in a deep sleep. I got up quietly and exited his room. Hoping that he will feel better in the morning.

It was a bright sunny morning at court when I walked down the halls. Sunlight illuminated the stain glass windows and peered down my face. The beauty of the dresses as the rays of light hit the jewels that adorned the ladies' necks and dresses. I wore a light blue dress with deep sapphires around my neck and a small gold crown on top of my head. The dress had a v-neck, gold threading and pearls. My light brown hair was put up in a tight bun with few pieces falling down. Four of my ladies walked behind me, just then a lady past me. She had dark brown hair and blue eyes. I was exhausted from last night. But as a lady I stood up strait and carried my presence.

"You, stop…………..What is your name my lady?" I asked curiously. I had often seen her come out of Henry's room.

"Anne Boleyn your Grace." Anne curtsied; I gave her a warm smile.

"Will you join me for dinner tonight? Only if you wish of course." I asked cordially. She gave me a graceful curtsy.

"I would be honored your grace." I could tell that she knew of my suspicion. It came quite clear to me that she saw me as competition for the King's bed. I hated feeling like I was competing for him……which I was defiantly not.

"Marvelous, I will see you tonight." I should have seen his majesty before asking her, but I did not care. I walked to his room and came up to the heavy wooden doors, with a guard in red.

"May I have an audience with his Majesty?" I asked as properly as I could say it.

"I will ask his Grace."

I waited for a few minutes; I heard quarreling on the other side of the door. If he was up then he was certainly felt better. Then Charles came bursting out angrily, I took a little curtsy, he looked back at me and gave me a low bow.

"May I ask your Grace what is wrong?" I asked softly, not wanting to anger him in any way. He turned toward me and gave me a cynical laugh.

"You will soon find out your Highness…you will soon find out." I heard him say as he left. I entered the room and saw Henry fuming. I gave a low bow and walked towards him.

"Henry? What is the matter?" Henry turned toward me, his face red with anger.

"Charles has married my sister…. WITHOUT MY CONCENT!" Henry screamed as he threw a chair. I had to quickly move out of the way to avoid being hit by it.

"By the way that you described Charles…….. You should not be surprised." I said as I picked up the chair. Henry looked at me with pure rage.

"How dare he! I am not just his friend……. I AM THE KING OF ENGLAND!" Henry said throwing a red glass vase and shattering it to pieces. I grabbed Henry by the shoulders.

"Henry calm down please. Do not be this way my darling; you are making an exhibition of yourself." I said shaking him a little. Henry Took deep breaths and then sat down in a chair. I sat down in the one next to him. "Now…….. What is it between you and Anne Boleyn?" I asked as I looked down.

"I am going to pretend to fancy her until my annulment, and then I am going to marry you instead."

"I will not marry you Henry." I said as I got up from the chair and moved to the other side of the room.

"Why not, I love you Honoree, I-"

"You love no one but yourself!" I screamed. Suddenly I felt a strong slap against my cheek. The force knocked me to the ground. I held my bruising cheek in my hand and shuffled backward on the ground. Henry knelt on the floor and grabbed me so he was supporting me right under my arms and so our faces were an inch apart from each other.

"Don't you dare talk to me like that. I am a King and you will respect me as such. Do I make myself clear Honoree?" He hissed, I gave him a look of pure hatred but nodded my head. He let go of me leaving me to fall back on the cold wooden floor. I got up slowly and rubbed my sore cheek.

"My Lord." I said as I curtsied low and left the room.

(Third person)

When Honoree walked out Henry broke down into sobs. There was another knock on his door.

"My lord Cardinal Wolsey." The guard said as Wolsey entered. Henry wiped his eyes and stood up strait.

"Did she agree to your proposal?" Henry looked at him with his eyes still red.

"Does it look like she did?!" Henry said as he slammed his fist on the table. Wolsey opened his mouth but did not say anything, afraid of Henry's temper. Henry let a few tears roll down his cheek. "What did I do wrong?" Henry's voice cracked as he spoke. "I told her I loved her I told her I wanted to marry her. Why does she refuse me?" With that Henry sat on the chair and let himself cry. Wolsey put a hand on his back, when Henry felt this he looked up, tears rolling down his cheeks.

"I will see what I can do." Woolsey said as he left his company.

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