Here is Chapter 2 at long last, I'm sorry for the gap but I am at boarding school hence the erratic updates also working on GCSE's so yeah stressful anyhow no more excuses.

Character List;

Mary Boleyn, Aged 1499

Henry Boleyn, Born 1501

William Boleyn, Born 1502

Margaret Boleyn, Born 1504

Catherine Boleyn, Born 1504

George Boleyn, Born 1507

Anne Boleyn, Born 1508

1518 29th April

Anne Boleyn

Anne lay in her small trundle bed, tears streaming down her face. Her father had forgotten her. He never sent her any letters except from one right at the beginning and that had been just over a year ago.

"Goodbye Anne, now remember how much your mother and siblings love you " he had whispered gruffly, "Make sure to be a good girl for the Archduchess, or else"

At the time she had scarcely noticed the omission of his name when he told her that her mother and siblings loved her. She hadn't realized that he was bluntly telling her that he honestly didn't love her. She saw it now though with an awful clarity than seemed to reverberate through out her body shaking and wracking her body.

No, what she had heard at the time was the 'or else' and that had hurt almost nearly as much. To know her father cared so much about the important people and so little about the small people. She had felt silent tears well up in her eyes but she had not let them fall. It would have upset the duchess. And so she had watched him walk away without turning back in silent.

Later when on she had gone up to her new chambers she was sick. She had thrown up many times and would have continued if the Archduchess hadn't come in looking for her.

See Anne thought. The Archduchess was awfully nice. She asked that you call her Aunt Marguerite, and she lets you play with her nephew and niece Charles and Isabella, even if they are a bit older than you. That was a good memory wasn't it.

"Oh Annie" she cried. "Darling come here. Don't fret, look everything will be all right. How old are you dearest?" she asked gently whilst steering the yong girl out of the room so that the maids could clear up the mess.

"I'm nearly 7" Anne replied quietly slightly confused. Wasn't the Archduchess going to tell her of and shout at her. Father would have.

"Nearly 7" Lady Margaret said smiling broadly. "Why you are grown up indeed aren't you, I tell you what. You shall call me Marguerite. Auntie Marguerite. How would you like that?" She winked tapping Anne on the nose.

"I should like it very much," she had whispered. " Tante Marguerite and her English niece Anne." She laughed prettily tossing her head in a cocky, self-assured, confident manner.

"That's more like it" said the Duchess proudly. " Now come let me introduce you to my niece and nephew." And then she had set off down the hallway holding the Anne tightly by the hand.

At the end of the Hall was a large pair of double doors. Aunt Marguerite let go of her hand briefly to push them open to reveal a large enclosed garden. "Isabella, Carlos." She called out. "Come here you two." She chuckled in a remarkably masculine manner as the two children made their way over. They were both tall and straight limbed with a shock of dark hair. When Margaret looked at the three side by side they looked like siblings.

"This is ma petite niece Anne, Anne this is Carlos." She said pointing at the boy. " And this is Isabel." She continued gesturing to the girl. "Now why don't the three of you run of and play" Margaret quickly relinquished Anne's hand and went to go sit with her ladies leaving the children to get to know each other.

"How old are you," asked the Boy, Carlos, " I'm 11 and Bella is 9."

Anne gazed straight back at him calmly. " I'm nearly 7," she replied proudly. There now they wouldn't think she was a baby or worse that she was scared of them.

"That is why you are so small" said Isabel with the tone of one delivering great logic. "Don't worry I used to be nearly as small as you are I grew. I am terribly tall now though." She pondered. "What is it like being small?" she asked.

"Well" Anne replied sweetly. "I suppose it's rather like being tall" she finished almost mockingly. Isabella tittered.

"Oh I do like you" she said gleefully. "Your so much better than those other children. The friends of Papa's children are all awfully boring." She paused as if considering great wisdom " Let us play tag," she decided before beginning to flounce always. "Carl," she called back. " You shall be tagger and me and Annie shall run." She said before catching Anne's hand and dragging her after her.

But still Anne decided even having a wonderful Aunt didn't make up for the fact her father clearly didn't love her at all she often wondered why it was.

Was it because she wasn't as beautiful as Mary or as shrewd as Margaret or as sweet as Cathy. But surely he would see how charming and charismatic she was, she had made friends with two of the most influential people in the future. The future King of Spain and the Princess of Portugal. Not that she ever spoke about it with them. They were simply Carl and Bella to her.

"Carl, Bella." She called. The trio were playing hide and seek, she had show them the game soon after her arrival and they all loved to play it.

"There you are Bella," she shouted as she saw the edges of Bella's skirt from the side of the bush. "Bella, come here" she demanded.

Bella got up laughing and made her way over to Anne as she straightened out her dress.

"Come on Annie," Belle exclaimed. "We have to find Carl or else he will never let us forget that he won" and so the two of them set off and were very surprised to see Charles sitting on a bench biting his lip.

"The game is over Annie," he said quietly "I think me and Bella need to tell you something." He explained.

Anne nodded and sat next to him on the bench. He was always so calm a contrast to Bella.

"My name, is not really Carl or Carlos. It's Charles. Prince Charles. I am the eldest son of Juanna of Castille. I am the future King of Spain, Annie" he said mournfully.

Anne looked at him, giving him a thorough examination before quirking an eyebrow. "And…" she asked quietly.

"I'm the Infanta Isabella of Portugal," Isabella confessed. "I'm sorry Anne we shouldn't have lied but we wanted to know that you were our real friend not just a follower." She defended herself rapidly as if she fully expected Anne to hate them.

Anne smiled crookedly at them her eyes glinting with mischief before flinging herself at them. "I could never hate you" she cried "I love you far, far to much. I don't care about your real names. I am Lady Anne Boleyn. Youngest child of the Viscount Rochford. But together we are just Carl, Bella and Annie.

When Tante Marguerite looked up and saw the three children she smiled. They were laughing and hugging each other. They truly looked like siblings, they had the same dark hair and eyes. The same lithe build, even the same smile due to Anne's mimicking of the other two's smile. When she remarked on her observations at dinner Anne was very happy perhaps the most happy

Anne laughed out loud in her dreams. How could she ever have forgotten them. It did matter that her father didn't love her. But only a little bit because she was perfectly happy with her two adopted siblings. They were the best in the world, and most of all they truly loved her.

With this thought she rolled over and went back to sleep, a smile on her face.

Ellie-Mouse xxx