Unbreakable Bond
Here is the next chapter. In this one, Mary Boleyn arrives, it's Anne's Funeral, and Jane gets 2 unexpected visits. BTW: Mary Boleyn is going to be Mary B to avoid confusion.
Mary stood outside the palace in Anne's purple dress and silk shoes. Her long black hair was hanging in loose curls on her shoulders, accessorized with a diamond headpiece, necklace and earrings. Her little sister, Elizabeth, stood tall, the Boleyn Necklace hung around her neck. A carriage pulled up, and Mary Boleyn stepped out. She curtsied to Mary. "Your Highness." "Mary, there is no need to be formal, you are my aunt." whispered Mary quietly. Mary B stood up and nodded. She turned to Elizabeth, but as she rose from the curtsy, she looked into the infants eyes, so like her mothers, and burst into tears. Elizabeth, not knowing what was happening, starting crying too. Mary picked her up, and whispered instructions into the guard's ear. Nodding, the guard gently lead Mary B to her chambers, as Mary took Elizabeth to the nursery.
When Mary knocked on the door of Jane's chamber's, she heard no noise from within, so she entered quietly. Jane was sat straight upright, her face pale as snow, her eyes rimmed with red. "Jane?" said Mary. Her voice obviously cut sharply through a deep thought as she stood up, hastily rearranging her skirts as she curtsied muttering,"Your Highness." Mary didn't know what to say next. She didn't even know how she felt towards Jane. "Has my father sentenced you?" Mary asked tentatively. Jane looked to the floor before replying, "Yes. I am to leave court when he has found me a husband." The atmosphere changed considerably, as Mary wondered why Charles got a worse punishment than Jane. She nodded and walked out of the room.
Jane sat back on the bed, sighing. Mary's visit had brought her back to reality, and now the realisation crashed over her. Her father and brother's hate her, an innocent woman and child had been executed and now her one time ally was in the Tower, waiting for his execution. "Mistress Seymour?" Jane froze. That was a voice she never thought she'd hear again. She turned, and there she stood, her raven hair flowing down the back of her pure white dress. "Anne?" Anne smiled. "Jane, I assume you know why I am here?"
"Yes."
"Do you know what you did? You basically killed the heir to the throne of England." Anne's voice was calm as she stared into Jane's blue eyes. "Was it a boy then?" Anne smiled again, "Jane, even God doesn't have that sort of power." And with that she was gone, leaving a bewildered and hurt Jane sat on the bed.
OK guys, I decided to leave Anne's funeral for next chapter because the whole chapter will be dedicated to it. Review please? Also, check out my other story, Running from the Inevitable, i'm trying to decide whether to continue with it xxxxxxxxxxxxx