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I think that I'm just tired
I think a need a new town
To leave this all behind
I think I need a sunrise
I'm tired of the sunset
I heard it's nice in the summer
Some snow would be nice
Boston
Where no one knows my name
~Boston, Augustana

"It is important to give the Queen foods which can help the baby grow healthy. Also, it is better if the Queen doesn't drink ale and instead drink cooled boiled water," the Moorish physician explained. "Above all, her Majesty must be free from stress."

"How far is she along now?" Henry asked, his face grave.

"About six weeks now," the physician answered, he realized it was not the greatest news to tell the King. Everyone knew of his plan to annul his marriage.

"Have you told her yet?" Henry asked again.

"I was hoping it would bring her joy if His Majesty were the one to tell her," the physician answered. "She is quite awake now."

Henry breathed hard, the physician was right. "Then you may go now."

"It is an honor for me to serve the King and Queen of England," he said with the lowest of curtsies.

King Henry entered the bedchamber of his wife and waved her ladies to leave the room. He watched Katherine from the door which he closed ever so gently. She looked really pale, paler than when he demanded her to attend the joust. Then he started blaming himself. If he hadn't persuaded Katherine, she would have never agreed to be bled. He knows how much Katherine hated the idea of being bled, and how hearing that her husband has been bled worries her so.

And she fainted at the joust! He was true to her; he asked for her favor and didn't wear Anne's in his breastplate. He also put the life of his unborn child in danger. The child which needs so much protection while inside Katherine. The child who will need much more protection once delivered. He could not bear to be optimistic, be he couldn't help but be glad. He can have a son – a boy who is a Tudor and a Trastamara. He would teach him how to joust, how to hunt; he would raise a great Prince. But then the child could be a girl – a girl he doesn't need but he will still love nonetheless, a girl that would prompt him to proceed with the annulment. If that happens, he would have two bastard girls, and it already breaks his heart to think of one bastard daughter, yet alone two.

Henry moved closer to Katherine and she stirred on her bed.

"Henry?" he took her hand, sitting on the edge of her bed. "Henry what did the doctor say? Am I to die from illness? Are you finally getting your wish?"

"Don't speak like that," Henry said with a low voice. He did not even notice the insult in her words. How could he ever wish that his Catalina would die? "You are not going to die. Nothing's going to harm you, not while I'm around." He kissed her forehead and then her cheeks. "You must be strong, for yourself and for our child."

Katherine started to sob. "Mary is my sole comfort. I love her and I know you do too. Why can't we just have her here at court?"

Henry kissed her again, this time on her lips. "Hush, my love. I did not mean Mary, I meant this child." He touched her belly and color came into Katherine's face.

"Is it true?" Katherine asked, her face full of joy. "Tell me, are you telling the truth? Is it what the physician told you?"

"Yes my love," Henry said, touching her face. "He also said that you should not have been bled. I am sorry to persuade you into attending the joust."

Katherine looked through Henry's eyes. The child she is carrying could change everything. If she gives birth to a strong baby boy, Henry might no longer try to annul their marriage. But then again, she has done that before, and the boy died after a month. She has to be strong for Mary and for her unborn child. She will not let her children be disinherited because of Anne Boleyn. Even if she gives birth to a girl, she will still not allow Henry to disown her daughters for she knows that Mary can be just like her mother Isabella. Katherine knows that Isabella's blood runs through her veins and through Mary's too.

"I am sending you to Ludlow Castle, so that you may breathe fresh air and be away from all stressful things in the city," Henry said.

Katherine was shocked at what Henry said. He was the one who did not want her to see Mary. She knows what he would do with her absence. "I will not go."

"It is for your own sake, and for our child," Henry said to his stubborn wife. He did not want to have an argument with her, but she is provoking it.

"Why would I go to Ludlow Castle when by doing so I am risking the possibility to be declared Dowager Princess of Wales? I will not go there and then one day find out that Anne Boleyn has taken my crown. I will not go when the inheritance of my children are at stake. I will stay here, where I can protect them the most. I will not have Mary and this child as bastards," Katherine said fiercely. "I know you do not have faith in me that I shall deliver a healthy baby, more so a boy. You do not have to pretend that you care, but I do care, more than you ever will." She turned to the other side, so that he may not see her weeping. She always managed to hold back her tears, she was always so strong, but not this time.

Henry did his best not to yell at Katherine for being so stubborn. He tried not to yell that it was her who did not have faith in him that he would not do such things. But how could he assure her that when he started the annulment without her consent? "You shall not do what is against your will. But I want you to know that I am postponing the proceedings of our annulment until…" He did not want to continue his sentence. He did not want to break the heart of his Queen but he also did not want to break the heart of Anne Boleyn. "I just want you to know that I'm postponing the proceedings of the annulment." He exited the Queen's apartments and went on to find Anne.

"She can't be with child," Anne Boleyn said in bewilderment.

George Boleyn looked deep into his sister's eyes. "That's the rumor that's spreading around court – the reason as to why Queen Katherine fainted at the joust."

"But she can't be," Anne said. "That's the card I'm going to play. A son and heir is my card, she can't play my card. She can't take Henry; I'm not going to be just like all the others." Tears started to fall off her beautiful face.

George hugged his little sister. He would not let her loose their games when they were young, he would always let either one of his sisters win. "I wish I can say it will all be fine." If only this was one of their childhood games, wherein he can let her win.

He continued to hold his little sister in his arms. "If it is your destiny to be Queen of England, then you will be. But for now, you have to wait. Wait for what fate has in store for you."

Just then, their father came into the room, furious. The rumor was true now, since it has troubled Thomas Boleyn. "These are bad times Anne."

"I am sorry father, these matters are beyond my control," Anne said. Everything will start slipping away from them now, she can feel it.

"You may no longer demand the King of what you want," their father said. "If the Queen delivers a girl, then he will come back to you. If the Queen delivers a boy, then you will forget you ever dreamed of becoming the King's wife. But if that happens, my daughter, I promise, I will find you a good husband."

Anne tried not to weep. "I can't just be the King's mistress! He will still marry me, I know it."

Thomas Boleyn grabbed her arm. "Don't be a fool child! This is not about love or affection. This is about giving England a male heir. If the Queen delivers a son, the King would forget the annulment. I thought you knew these things, I thought your mind was ruling your heart."

Her father was right. It was never about love, it was about a son – son that the King can have nine months from now. "Forgive me father. From now on, I will only do what you command me to."

"Good," Thomas Boleyn said before leaving the room.

"I have to go now sister," George said, kissing Anne on the forehead. "I suggest you just rest here, think things through, and remember that you are a remarkable lady, and any man would be a fool not to want you."

"You can be charged with treason with your words George," Anne said and his brother just smiled and left.

Henry stood by the door to Anne's room. She was so preoccupied that she didn't even notice the door open. She had a book in her hand, but she was staring into nowhere outside the window.

"Anne, my love," Henry said softly.

Anne was startled, not expecting the King. "Forgive me, Your Majesty, I didn't know you were coming."

"I suppose you know now of the Queen's condition," Henry started.

"If His Majesty permits, I would like to go to our home in Hever Castle, to spend some time with my niece and nephew," Anne said out of nowhere, she likes her niece and nephew, but not enough to want to visit them.

"Are you saying that because you want to be away from me?" Henry said.

Anne couldn't answer. How could she when the answer is "yes"? How could she tell the King of England that he broke her heart and she wants to be away from the one who did that? "No," she said.

She bit her lip. "That question was foolish of me to ask, forgive me."

"I came to see of you were alright," Henry said. He could not say any more than that. "Good day, Lady Anne."

That was it, Anne thought. He won't even tell me that it will be alright, and that he will keep his promise to me.

"Tell me sister, what's on your mind?" Mary asked later that night, she decided to sleep with Anne. "I know you're not alright."

Anne kept crying. She was crying from the moment Mary kept her company.

Mary stroked her sister's hair. "You were in love with him?"

Anne nodded, her whole body shaking. She could never open up to anyone like she can with Mary. "I was a fool to believe that I was going to be Queen."

"Oh sister…" Mary said. She hugged Anne tight.

"When the King went to see me, I wanted to tell him that I'm going away, that I'm never coming back to court, that I never want to see him again," Anne said, weeping. "But I can't. I can't because father and uncle would be furious, and the King won't like it. I wish I lived in a place where I can do whatever I want, where no one can tell me what to do. Perhaps you're right, Mary, I do reach too high."

"You know you can ask them to let you go to Hever Castle for a while," Mary suggested.

"Mary, I think you know what they would tell me when I ask them that," Anne said.

"Then go," Mary said, her eyes sparkling. "No one will notice you this time, the whole palace is asleep. I don't mind being yelled at for letting you go."

"I can't," Anne answered quickly. But then, she started to think about it. "You're not the only one father's going to yell at, George too."

"We can manage, sister," Mary smiled.

They got up; Mary helped Anne into her traveling clothes, and sneaked out of the palace to where the horses are. "Be safe, Anne. Say 'I love you' to Catherine and Henry for me."

Anne got up the horse and rode out of the palace, out of the city, to Hever Castle, where she hopes to partially forget all that happened. And with her absence, she hopes the King will forget her too, so that she can be away from the King who broke her heart.

The next morning, after Mass, King Henry started looking for Anne. No one ever misses Mass, not unless they are confined to their bed.

"Lady Carey, where is you sister Anne?" Henry asked Mary.

Mary thought she could not lie to the King, but for the sake of her sister, she could. "I have not seen him since this morning, Your Majesty."

"Is that so?" Henry replied, not believing a word she said.

Thomas Boleyn shot her daughter a look, saying that she will not like what he will say once they are in private.

"Charles! What do you say we go out hunting?" King Henry said to his friend, the Duke of Suffolk.

"I'd be glad, my Lord," Charles replied. "Where shall we hunt this time?"

"Somewhere near Hever Castle," Henry replied with a smirk.

"I heard Anne Boleyn went away last night and I suppose you helped her, Lady Carey," Queen Katherine said, looking out the window.

Mary remained quiet. She respected the woman in front of her. If she wasn't born a Boleyn, her loyalty would forever be to her Queen.

"Henry is going to Hever Castle, to Anne Boleyn," Katherine continued. "And I have to stay here, for I am a Queen and Queens turn their head whenever their husbands take a mistress."

"I'm sorry, my Queen," Mary said softly.

Katherine's breathing hardened. It was Henry's fault, but she could never blame him. She started to worry for her child, maybe she should've went to Ludlow Castle like Henry told her to. "Help me to my bed, and get me a glass of water," she ordered. She could not bear to loose her unborn child.

Merry Christmas! And I managed to update before going to China, haha! Anyway, reviews are very much appreciated; consider it as a Christmas gift…