Hello there back with another chapter, any Ideas for the story just Review. I realize that each chapter that I put out, I can't choose who I want to put her with; it might be a surprise even to me. But I want to hear your reason why I should put her with either Charles or Henry.

"YOU'RE A LIAR!" They screamed

I was running I was sure of that, dark corridors trying to cling onto to something but it was to dark. They were picking up the pace, they were screaming at me; they found out my secret I wasn't really a princess: I was a witch from the future.

Strong hands grabbed me "You lied ALICE!" Henry screamed into my face, tears pouring from his eyes. It was heart wrenching to see the pain on his face, I lied to him; I lied to everyone. His strong hands grabbed me as he dragged me down the stone halls of the castle.

"I love you-and you lied to me!" he screamed again. "You lying witch!" he back handed me across the face. I pulled out of his grasp, and was grabbed into another pair of arms. To look into the eyes of Charles, tears were falling from his eyes.

"OFF WITH HER HEAD!!!" he screamed

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" The scream shook me from the core, sweat dripped from my forehead, my heart rate going a thousand miles a minute. Mel came bursting through the room, her bonnet falling of her head.

"Alice" She called, she grabbed onto me; trying to calm my shaking frame "Are you alright?" I tired to answer her, but no words fell from my lips.

"Charles "I breathed, she seemed to understand my short request; and hurried out of the room. I needed Charles, I needed my Love; I just needed him to hold me. I wanted him to take all of my worries away, I needed him in this moment.

"Alice" Came Charles frantic voice, he was in nothing but his trousers; god did he look yummy. His chest was broad and covered in dark brown hair and some scars, and glistened with some sweat.

"Hold me please" I begged, I held my arms out for him; he held onto me tightly I sobbed into his chest. I clung to his chest, sobbing frantically was this dream going to come true; was the King going to cut my head off? If He new the truth about me? If he realized I lied about everything, why did I have to lie about being a Princess? God could I be anymore stupid.

"Was it another nightmare?" he murmured into my hair, his hands rubbed my back in slow circles.

I've been having nightmares frequently the past month, all have them been the same; with the King cutting my head off. And Charles always coming to my rescue as I awoke from screaming, whispering loving words into my ear. He would always ask about my troubles, but I told him I had to end up dealing with my own prophecy.

"Love tell me please?" he begged, he grabbed my face in his hands "Tell me what troubles you so" I wiped the tears from my face, and shook my head; he gave a growl.

"Charles" I stressed, "these are my problems-"

He growled again in frustration " Does it have to do with the King?" ugh yeah

"No" another lie, each lie was another stab in the gut, he looked down at me with the a stern look.

"I'm worried" I breathed, he sighed and gathered me into his lap

His fingertips ran slowly up and down my legs "As well you should be" Hr grossed out, that perked my interest. "The King wants to make you an official Lady of Tudor court" this could not be happening.

"Why would he do?" I looked up at Charles, he wasn't looking at me; he was staring off into space. "Can he do that?"

"Yes he can-with your family gone" He began "You have no title-your father's Kingdom in ruins" his hands rubbed my scalp gently.

"But why?" I breathed framing my hands on his face, he looked down at me with sad eyes.

"To take you as his wife" he struggled with the words, like it was acid on his tongue. "And be queen"

"No" I clung onto him "He cannot do that-he cannot take me away from you" he gripped onto my face.

"This is a reality we must face" he breathed his eyes were glistening "If the rumors are true-and they are" I let out a chocking sob.

"We can go away" I straddled his waist kissing him strongly on the lips "Just us Charles" he closed his eyes, I wished and begged for him to say yes; I knew he wished to. But Charles had duties, he was loyal to his King and to his best friend.

"My love" he clung to my hands kissing them gently "I have my duties-if I could" he stressed, I knew if he could he would, he would whisk me away to the end of the earth, he couldn't leave it all behind; he had his duty.

"He cannot take you from me "I sobbed "He cannot take my one solace on the earth" Charles looked at me as if he had already lost me, staring at me as if I was so far away; like I was untouchable: I wasn't his anymore.

"His the King of England" he stated.