AN: Here it is again, another chapter of 'A Chance Not Worth Taking'. This is chapter seven and the last one for our dearly beloved Queen Anne Boleyn. I hope you all like and review this chapter. I wasn't sure on the whole Anne Boleyn dying thing but this all falls into the plan that I have for the finale. Anyway, I won't keep you any longer from reading the next part. Enjoy and Review.

PS: BEWARE!!! Edward Cullen enters this chapter *runs from all the fan girls* (sorry, don't take it personally. I woke up to the screams of Twilight fans on the radio this morning. Yes, I am one of them, yet I chose not to scream, but not when I wake up.)

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Twilight, Stephenie Meyer does. I do not own The Tudors, Michael Hirst and the past does.

Chapter Seven: The Leaving

2 May 1536

Anne and her ladies were sitting together in a circle. Rosalie knew why all the other ladies looked guilty; they had all been interrogated by Master Cromwell. Rosalie had been spared the interrogation. This is what you get for being in with the enemy.

Rosalie could sense Anne's nervousness, she could feel the pressure of everything building, and she knew in her heart that she wasn't going to be here much longer. Rosalie promised to herself that she would look after Elizabeth like she had told Anne. Rosalie always had a moral thing for keeping promises.

Anne tried putting the thread through the needle. She couldn't do it; her hands were trembling too much. She tried to put on a fake smile for her ladies but they could all buy through it. Anne wasn't usually that easy to read but her last miscarriage had changed her, it had changed her fate as well. A son would have been a saving grace. And really she didn't fear for herself, she feared for Elizabeth. She knew that the wench Jane Seymour was chosen as the next Queen of England, rumours had been favouring Rosalie at first but the meeting yesterday had reached back to court and no every courtier was looking for favour with Jane.

Her thoughts were interrupted when she heard the bells ringing outside, each toll seeming louder than the one before. Footsteps were soon heard coming towards her chambers and within a few seconds, Charles Brandon and Richard Rich were standing in front of her and her ladies. "My lords, why have you come?" asked the Queen, already knowing why.

Brandon opened up the large scroll that was within his hands. He cleared his voice before he spoke. "This is the warrant for your arrest," he said then closed the scroll quickly. "You are charged with committing adultery with Mark Smeaton, Sir Henry Norris and William Brereton. Both Smeaton and Brereton have already confessed their guilt."

Anne could believe that Brereton had said those things, she had a bad feeling about him all along but Smeaton, no, she couldn't believe it. He was a friend but nothing more than that. Rosalie hated that the Queen was in pain, in the last few days, she had become surprisingly close to her mistress.

Rich looked at her, as a reformer he didn't like that Anne was to be executed, she was their gateway. "We have come and the King's command to conduct you to the tower, there to obliged during his majesties pleasure."

The other ladies all had terrified looks on their faces. Rose knew that it was all of their faults for Anne's unjust sentence; of course she was thankful that she was not one of those women.

Anne had been silent but then she started to stand up. She still held her needlework but she finally got the courage to say something. "If it be his majesties pleasure, then I am ready to obey, Mistress Hale..."

Charles interrupted her, "There is no time to change your clothes or pack any of your things. Money will be provided for your needs at the tower."

Anne looked at him. Someone could almost say that it looked like she wanted to cry. Rosalie couldn't believe the King. It was all because of his greed for a son.

The ladies made way for Anne to walk through, it was a solemn event. Rosalie was the only one who didn't hang her head in guilt as she was the only one to stay loyal to the Queen, no matter what Nan or Madge would say. Anne looked over to Rosalie, she nodded towards her hoping that Rose would remember the promise that Rosalie had made, to protect her daughter. Rosalie nodded back to Anne and struggled a small smile for her. And with that last smile Anne was gone; she was to be locked up like the traitor that she was not.

Rosalie had changed into a deep red dress. It suited her like everything suited her. She walked with fierceness towards Lord Cromwell's rooms. She had a feeling that he was behind all this as he had given the Seymour's his own rooms. She wondered if she had been the one in Jane's position, would have Cromwell given her his rooms?

Anyway, this wasn't the time to be thinking about accommodation, it wasn't like she truly needed a bed to sleep in. Cromwell's servant opened the door for her as he saw her coming; she didn't even need to stop as she walked through the door.

Cromwell immediately asked for the doors to be closed and he stared at Rosalie, not at the expression on her face but just at her beauty. "Mistress Hale, what is it that I can do for you?" asked Cromwell politely.

Rosalie pushed him against the table as hard as she could; he felt that his back could have broken at the hardness of the push. He was startled, no matter how many times he might have had a disagreement with a vampire, he had never had one try and hurt him.

"As like you didn't know what the matter is. The Queen is the matter. Why do you not help her, she is innocent of all crimes," said Rosalie, hatred thrown towards Cromwell with every word that escaped her lips.

"Rosalie, it is not for me to decide, I do as his majesty commands," said Cromwell, surprised that he was frightened by this woman.

"Well then you are a weak excuse for a man if I ever met one," said Rosalie. There was nothing she could do here for he was just a weak excuse for a man. She turned away and put a finger to her lips. "If you can't do anything for the Queen then I ask if you could do something for me," stated Rosalie with Cromwell nodding in reply. "I need you to find me a position within the Princess's household."

Cromwell straightened out his robes. "As the Lady Elizabeth's household is to be reduced, I don't think that I could do that," said Cromwell but once he noticed the darkness in her eyes. "But I will see what I can do."

Rosalie nodded and sharply walked out of the door. No one was smiling within the court, they hated that his majesty was turning into some sort of tyrant. The only people to smile were the Seymour's, as they had just usurped the power of the Boleyn's.

Henry stared into the fire. He had the mind to take another wife and with the knowledge of Anne's adultery know clear to him, he would be taking another. Of course, he should be thinking about his darling Jane, the one person that shows him all that is innocent in this world, all that is pure, but yet his mind kept coming back to one person, one incredibly beautiful person, Mistress Rosalie Hale.

Yes, she was only a commoner with no standing than she was a fallen Queen's lady-in-waiting but yet his mind kept coming back to all the immoral things he wanted to do with her. Why did lust always get in the way of making a decision? He should think of his pure Jane, not the woman that stirred so much passion in him. He had never had someone stir this much passion in him since, since Anne Boleyn.

Maybe it was God telling him that Rose was not the one for him, the one that would give him a son. Of course, he knew that she could never give him a son but how could she truly know, he thought. She had never been married and had never been in an unfair so how could she have ever tried to carry a child? He decided not to question it. Truly, if he was being sought after by himself, he would be picking Rosalie's path, hiding away from a position that had only given the last two pain, instead of Jane's path straight to the throne. Of course the difference was that Jane had a family pushing her while Rosalie was her own woman and a fiery woman at that.

He still couldn't think straight. In only a few weeks he would be married to his sweet Jane, a woman that was so pure that would surely bring him the son he needed. Yet, on his son's future face he kept seeing Rosalie's exquisite one. He rubbed his face and kept thinking then it hit him like a stone in the water. He was the King of England and if he wanted Rosalie he would have her. She was his subject and she had to follow his rules, not the other way around as he had done that once before and now look where that woman was.

Rosalie packed had her bags packed. She didn't know where she was heading but she couldn't stay here as she was disgusted at the faces around her. How could they let an innocent woman walk straight towards her death?

Anyway, Anne's ladies were told to leave court unless they were asked to stay on for the future Queen Consort. Rosalie, though she did not mind Jane, she did not want to serve someone who could have been her if she was able to carry a child and was not this? A vampire. Rosalie knew her duty know was to protect Elizabeth and keep the memory of her mother a happy one, not one that was to be tarnished by the rumours that the courtiers spread around her young ears.

Rosalie, not usually one to be startled, jumped from shock when someone entered the door. He was handsome, had bronze hair and golden eyes like she did. They were like a liquid. He was obviously a vampire. She nodded her head towards him and quickly walked pass him to shut the door.

"Why have I not seen you at court before?" asked Rosalie. "Are you a spy for the new Seymour faction as Cromwell cannot place us that were in the Boleyn's favour?"

He smiled and almost laughed at the way Rosalie held herself. She was a confident thing and it only added to her beauty but he was not dazzled at it as many other men were. "I rather not get involved in court politics. I only leave a quiet life in the country. And anyway, what good would the job of a court musician do for me?"

Rosalie raised her eyes. A handsome vampire who would have the girls swooning at his feet and yet her preferred a life in the country. Alone. It puzzled her completely. "You are not up with the games of court are you? Musicians are well favoured in the court, especially when Queen Anne was here. I am not sure if the future Queen likes music in such regard as Anne did though so I don't know how much use you would be know. Who are you by the way?"

He smiled. "I am sorry for not introducing myself. My name is Edward, Edward Cullen. I am the son, you could say, of Dr Cullen. I am here to tell you that you are welcome to stay at our country estate at the time being as we know that you would like to lookout for the little Princess, or is she a lady by now? Anyway, my sister, for lack of a better word, Alice serves in the household of Elizabeth."

"Cromwell," Rosalie muttered under her breath. He did indeed work fast. She had met Dr Cullen before. He was kind hearted but his 'son' was already getting on her nerves. "Cromwell obviously has spies everywhere now, does he not?"

Edward nodded. "I suppose you are one of them," said Edward.

Rosalie smiled as she closed the trunk. "I hold much more power than any over spy, as I have the King at my beck and call but yet I fell I am not a spy. I despise any role that Cromwell will give me. He only wants information to strengthen his position."

Edward nodded. He walked over to the trunk. "I better not keep the men downstairs waiting. Will you be coming or not?"

Rosalie nodded. "I will be down there in a minute. Could you take down my trunk please?" said Rosalie as politely as she could. Edward nodded and started to take the trunk down to the carriage.

Rose walked over to the window and stared outside. She could have chosen to stay out there. She could have not been one of these vampires that were forced to do as Cromwell said just to get favour in the court. Maybe she was foolish but she could not change Anne's obvious destiny. No matter how much it pained her to say that Anne's cause was lost. All she could do was see how 'merciful' the King could chose to be. All Rosalie wished to do at this moment was to run with the wild horses.

19 May 1536

Rosalie had been advised against coming today but she had to. She had to, in a way, say goodbye to the woman she had served. She was a woman that was being put to death for a trumped up crime. It should not have gotten this far. Henry should have been merciful. Maybe, Rosalie should have fought harder for Anne's safety, for the sake of the poor little, so to be motherless, child at Hatfield. The now Lady Elizabeth should not have to suffer, she was just an innocent in all of this.

Maybe it was foolish for her to come here. Edward had told her to not be stupid and expose vampires as there was to be blood here. It was unsafe territory in that regard. Esme thought that she was kind to lend a supporting face in the crowd for Anne, yet Rosalie doubted that Anne would be able to see her. Alice was to be at Hatfield when the sword struck through Anne's neck. Alice had to put up with Lady Bryan's remarks of how Elizabeth was paying for her mother's imprisonment and how she should marry a man without a mind for politics. Carlisle wished to be there for support but Rosalie said she would be fine. Carlisle wasn't a fan of beheadings, he thought they were inhumane. He did advise Rose to not do something rash, like run up onto the scaffold and have Anne start the transformation of a vampire. It was better that Anne stopped this life of suffering and went into the afterlife where she would surely find bliss.

Rosalie had her cape over her golden locks. Her skin was shielded from the light so she did not sparkle, that would be a real inconvenience. She had found the shadiest spot possible and she was the farthest away from the scaffold yet she could see clearly. Though it was to be a private execution, there was a large crowd.

The crowd near the doorway were Anne was to come through started to part and she could now see Anne coming up to the door. She had paused, obviously looking at the scaffold and the crowd, the last things that she would see. The crowd were yelling slanderous things about the Queen which were untrue, only a few yelled out kind remarks.

Some of the crowd did the sign over the cross as she walked passed. Anne continued to walk with dignity. The crowd that was near Anne started to touch her as she passed by them. Her skin looked cold and almost as pale as a vampire, for she had been confined to the tower for seventeen days now and had witnessed the execution of her brother and other rumoured lovers.

The executioner was a different one today. He was a swordsman sent from Calais, instead of the axeman from England who were more likely to miscalculate. It was Henry's sign of mercy.

Anne paused again as she was about to head up the stairs of the scaffold. Rosalie could not imagine what that would be like. To look at your death head on, not just a surprising twist or dying gently in bed, no, Anne was to die a traitor that she was not.

At this moment, Thomas Wyatt came and stood beside Rosalie. His eyes were bloodshot from tears and in fact, Rosalie was surprised that he had been let go, almost as free as he had come yet Rosalie could see the pain. He had always loved Anne, even before she had caught the King's eye and she knew that he would do anything to save her.

By the time Rosalie looked back towards the scaffold, Anne had already reached the top of the scaffold and was standing at the front of the scaffold. Rose could see Charles Brandon standing near the front, looking at the people around him. He had conspired once with Anne and now against her. He really knew how to pick a side. Rose was surprised that he had brought his young son Edward along but she thought nothing about it.

Anne turned back and quickly talked to Master Kingston and as they nodded towards each other, Anne came back to the front of the scaffold again. The crowd suddenly went silent, more so than they had for George Boleyn. Rosalie could sense Thomas trembling beside her so she gently put her hand out and laid it gently on his arm as a comfort. He didn't even respond so Rose put it back to her side. He was in no state for comfort at the moment. Rose turned towards the scaffold as Anne looked like she was about to speak.

"Good Christian people. I have come here to die according to the law and thus yield myself to the will of the King, my lord," said Anne, with hardly a tremble in her voice. A few men in the crowd yelled for the King before Anne could continue. "And if ever in my life that I did offend the King's grace then surely with my death I do now atone." A clock suddenly struck the hour and Anne shut her eyes. That would be the last time she would hear a clock toll. "I pray and I beseech you all to pray for the life of the King, my sovereign lord and yours who is one of the best princes on the face of the Earth. Who has always treated me so well, wherefore I submit to death with a good will, humbly asking pardon of all the world. If anyone should take up my case, I ask them only to judge it kindly."

Anne bowed her head down and her ladies came forward to her. They took off her cloak that was wrapped around her but she grabbed one of the ladies arms as she was doing so, before releasing it quickly. As they put the white coif over her head, she took out the pearl earrings that were gracefully dangling from her ears. Then one of the ladies took off the necklace as she looked straight forward out into the sky, away from the prying eyes. She gave her earrings to one of her ladies and thanked her for her care towards her whilst in the tower. The ladies had finally felt compassion towards the woman they had served for a short time and were starting to cry before leaving the scaffold.

The executioner came forward and knelt on the ground beside Anne and looked up at her. "Madame, forgive me for what I must do."

Anne smiled slightly towards him. "Gladly," she replied. "And here is your purse." She held out a bag of money for the swordsman to take. He took it and then stood up, putting his hand for when Anne was ready.

Anne stepped forward and looked out into the crowd. She couldn't recognise anyone except for Cranmer and Brandon. She sighed slightly. "As I take my leave of the world, and of you, and I heartily desire you all to pray for me." The crowd yelled out their blessings on Anne, more than Rosalie expected. Thomas was having a hard time beside her. She felt that he was about to fall at any minute.

Anne knelt down on her knees. She kept looking forward as the priest said words of comfort. She stated muttering words that Rosalie could not quite understand. She suddenly noticed that everyone was kneeling down. Rosalie knelt down and Thomas slowly did as well, clutching on the wall as if he might fall.

The executioner came forward and fixed the coif. Anne was startled and looked up towards him. She thanked him before muttering and repeating those inaudible words again. Anne was now nervous for the sword to strike. She kept looking at the executioner, waiting for him to strike. He could not work with that, even Rosalie knew it.

He yelled out in the crowd. "Boy, fetch my sword!" There was no boy; instead he took the sword from the haystack to the side of him. Anne looked out into the crowd but she didn't see any boy, other than Brandon's kid, but she did see Rosalie, staring right at her. Rosalie nodded towards the fallen Queen and Anne knew that Elizabeth would be well watched over. Mistress Hale would keep her promise.

A few crows had perched themselves at the top of one of the towers overlooking the scaffold and as they started to crow, Anne looked up towards them. They started to fly and Anne knew that she would soon be flying with them.

The swordsman that quickly took his sword and took off Anne head with one strike. Thomas was a ball of nothing beside her and Rosalie was sickened at the smell of blood. If she didn't leave immediately, she would something she regretted. She gently touched Thomas's shoulder but he still looked forward. Rosalie looked one last time at the scaffold before leaving quickly. She held her breath as she walked.

That would be the last time that Rosalie saw Anne Boleyn but she vowed to keep her promise to her.

AN: Finally, the new chapter is finished. I am sorry for Anne dying but it was kind of needed, but you will find that out later on. I hope you enjoyed the chapter, even if it was a sad one. Also please remember to vote. If you are a anonymous reader, you can now review so if you are one, please do so, it really doesn't take that long to do so.

I will have the next chapter out sooner I promise, school commitments had gotten in the way.

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