So soorrryyyy for the long wait. And like always big thanks for the reviews.
„Your majesty", the servant bowed before Henry, who was currently waiting for Anne to get ready. He turned towards him and nodded.
"Lord Brandon is waiting outside to talk with you", Henry's head snapped up. He knew he couldn't put it of to talk with Charles, not after what said had accused the Queen of. His betrayal hurt the most, of course he wanted to get right of Anne, but he still had his honour. And no man if a bit of dignity should accuse a Lady, and least of all the Queen of such sins. Not when he wanted to keep his head attached. Brandon and he h where best friends for years. After all he even forgave him for marrying his sister. But this time he had to be more stern, one mistake he could forgive but not two.
Henry knew that Charles never liked Anne, not when he met her and even after all this years he still couldn't stand her. That wouldn't even be a problem, of course it hurt that his best friend couldn't stand his wife, but he had no elusions, Anne was more hated than not, but nobody had the right to life it so open, not even his friend. The only thing he didn't know was why Charles hated Anne so much.
He knew by all means that Anne was not always easy to deal with. But that was what made Anne, Anne, and not some typical English rose. She had fire, and Henry like no other man knew that if you play with fire you can get burned. And burned he had more than once, life was never dull with the Queen of that he was sure.
The King was so deep in his thoughts that he momentary forgot the servant who still stood with bowed heat towards him.
"Bring him in", he snapped at him. Hopefully this would be finished with till Anne came. It certainly didn't help matters when she had to put up with an enemy.
Brandon swiftly entered and bowed deep. "Your majesty"
"Well what do you want I am expecting someone for dinner", Henry gestured towards the set table.
"Mistress Seymour"? Brandon asked. He heard some rumours that Jane had to leave the court but that couldn't be true. After all Charles knew of the Kings liking towards her.
"No, the Queen if you must know, and for Jane I sent her away" Henry turned an angry stare towards the other man. As if it wasn't already enough that he committed treason towards the Queen no now he had to make it even worse.
Brandon didn't know what to do. So Anne had saved her head again, this was like a bad game of cards, and Anne was the one who had all the good cards, you just couldn't win no matter what you did. He thought he had her there for a moment, he had Cromwell on his side and the King had been tired of her. Jane Seymour came just the right time Henry searched for new women and he found one. One who would be perfect as the new Queen and Jane was that woman. She was literally every thing Anne wasn't.
"May I ask his Majesty why"? He wasn't sure what to say in this situation. Henrys stare turned even sterner. No good move, he was digging his one grave he saw it clearly now. Lord Charles Brandon dead, because of a big mouth.
"Why are you here, surely not to ask about Jane, where, where you anyway, by now I was sure that the whole court already gossip about this".
Henry knew that he was getting his entire foul mood out at Brandon. But he just couldn't help himself. Not now, he made a decision to stay with Anne and Charles had to life with it the same way he did. A good subject had to honour his Queen and not betray her.
"No but Cromwell told me to talk with you, and I was with my wife, she's pregnant". Now he knew why Cromwell hadn't looked him in the eye when he told him that. That coward already knew everything about the Anne and Jane affair. He let him walk into a knife, blindly. That role fit Cromwell rather well, he got his position after all through the Boleyn family, that man had nothing to show for himself other than that what he got through cheating and corrupting.
"Pregnant well congratulations, and for Cromwell well lets just say he and I had an rather interesting talk", Henrys royal blue robes glittered in the under going sun that showed through the window.
"Thank you your majesty". Brandon wasn't sure what to say other than that. He was falling into a deeper whole as the minutes past by but thanks to god he was saved by a knock at the door.
"Yeas", Henry turned his body towards the door and the Lady that walked in.
"Her majesty the Queen, asked me to sent notice that she is on her way". The maid curtseyed deeply.
Henry waved her away, and then turned his eyes back to Brandon who had a relieved look on his face.
"I want to talk to you tomorrow", he than shoot him a dismissive look "You may leave".
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When Anne turned away from the maid who she sent to inform Henry about her arriving, she looked one last time in the mirror. Her red dress hugged her curves beautifully, she looked every bit the Queen she was. Anne's long dark hair was turned up, and small white pearls where arranged in it. Just as she was about to turn away, did she see the image of her father emerge in the mirror.
"I just heard the news about the Seymour's, that's great this whole situation could have played out for us far worse. But you can't kill us Boleyn's right?", That was enough for Anne to snap out of her stare.
"No it could have played out far worse for me. You would have lost a title, but I would have lost my head. How could you just stand by and do nothing when they accused me of such treason. And Georg what about him, he could have died too, but you don't care do you? All you care about is yourself".
All the fears of the last weeks finally took his tool on her. Every betrayal had hurt Anne deeply, but the one of her father had cut deep. Her own flesh and blood would have rather seen her dead than step up for her. And now he came to her as if nothing happened, and as if it had been his victory when all he did was sending her to her own dead.
"How dare you talk to me that way, I am your father you have….." But he was interrupted before he could say anything more.
"And I am the Queen of England and therefore you have to obey me, and now go out before I call the guards." With that she turned and walked away her Lady's in tow out of her chambers.
Sir Thomas Boleyn stood still in shook. How dare she talk to him that way. Like…like some common subject. Or better, like a child that didn't obey. He was the one who gave her, her place. He had pushed her into the Kings arms, and now she was acting as if it had been her one doing. She would have probably married that poet if it hadn't been for him. It wasn't his fault that Anne couldn't give the King a son. If she wouldn't be so stubborn and if she could have kept her temper tantrums in check than she wouldn't have lost that child, and her place as Queen would have been secure. But no, she had to be hysteric about everything.
He knew that he should have stepped up for her when the first rumours where heard. But how could he, after all it would have cost his life too, if he didn't support his King. And the King was always right, and it was a Kings right to take another wife if he so pleased. So how could Anne expect him to disrespect his Kings wish, as a good subject it was his instruction to always agree with his King.
But that wasn't his first priority in life, no as Anne's father it should have been his priority to save his daughters dignity. After all he would be nowhere where he was without her. But that place could have been ripped from him easily. He also knew that at that time it had been his only choice to save there family's name. But now it was too late for that, surely she would give him one last chance to prove himself.
Sorry no Henry/Anne action, but I promise some in the next. Ans please update, you don´t know how much they mean to me.