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Part 5

"This court finds Anne Boleyn, former Queen of England guilty," the judge enthroned. "And for the guilt she has committed you have the choice your majesty..." His eyes shifted to Henry. "You may take her back to England to face further punishment of death or may cats her aside and be done with her presence from your court."

Henry's eyes flickered to Anne. Anne couldn't stand it, she swallowed and held her tears back. Feeling more defeated than ever and wondered how she thought she could outsmart the king. Henry always won. She thought when she came here she would have justice. Should have known they wouldn't listen to her, a mere woman. A hated one at that. The great concubine they called her disparagingly. Cast off and unwanted. Now condemned foe the crimes of incest, witchery, adultery and conspiracy against the crown. Throat feeling dry, her fingers went to her throat. Henry once said he loved her long neck and she turned away, feeling cold.

"I do not desire to take her to England," Henry said. "She has been the cause of enough grief to me and my people. Now I am free to marry and beget sons. I no longer have a need of her dead or alive, when I can find a virtuous wife."

Flinching, Anne held the sharp, painful retort back. How could Henry say that? She had kept her virtue enact. She had only know one man before Henry. Henry Percy and that had been once, young fumbling hands of passion and want before her dream of being his wife had been shattered by the King and Wolsey. Her maidenhood had not been there, but her heart, she offered to Henry and despised him now.

"I am sure you shall find a virtuous wife in Seymour your grace," she snidely said. "After all what is one to think of her dallying with a married man- not to mention the king right under the queen's nose. No telling who she shall dally with next under your nose."

"Enough!" Henry shouted, blind with rage as he glared at her. Anne almost wished he would kill her and strike her to put her out of this misery.

Besides that Anne realized she may not die physically but she would die eternally. Her heart had been taken by Henry and brutally trampled, she felt tears well in her eyes and held them back. She wouldn't see Elizabeth again, her darling daughter. A mere babe who would be brought up on court as a pawn and now become a bastard. Nor would she runs the lawn of Hever Castle. Why wouldn't Henry kill her? He was being merciful in his actions, but his words were cruel and sharp.

"A better wife than you were madame," he shot back. Then turned towards the judge. "I do not wish death upon Anne Bullen your honor. I free her, but dictate her face will not be able to be shown in England or my court."

Did this banishment matter, Anne wondered. The only things that had held her to England were her family. George was dead, one offense Anne would never forgive Henry for as long as she drew breath. Mary hadn't even come to see her, she was off with her new husband William Carey and baby. As for her parents, her father used her for his own ambition, he loved not her and her mother merely complied and molded to her husbands wishes. No, she wouldn't miss England nor would she not be sorry not to see Henry with that Seymour, see him esteem her, kiss her and bear him sons, tons of healthy sons.

The only way her heart hurt, the pang in her breast for Elizabeth/ The sweet plump cheeks, dimpled and kissable by her mother lips. The spirit the girl already showed. She was her and Henry. A time their love were still strong and new. Then it began to break...

"I agree," Anne said in a clear voice. "Now I take my leave of you your majesty. I wish you a safe journey and much happiness in your future marriage to Seymour."

She turned, head held high and as much dignity as a queen headed out of court. Henry felt rattled, realizing this would be the last time he would see her. "Anne!" he yelled and she stopped as he headed her way and turned towards him, looking tired and older than her years, but still beautiful.

"What Henry?" she whispered. "Something else to say or accuse me of? You have stripped me of the throne, my daughter and my George, my own sweet brother. Who had never harmed anyone all of his days. What else do you want of me?"

"You," he said, pausing and looking befuddled.

"No!" she whispered fiercely, not wanting to cause a scene with the onlookers. "No!"

She left, nearly in a run, her heart pounding. Hating herself for wishing Henry would follow her and praying he couldn't. She felt his presence behind her though she she ran, hoping to lock herself in her room and lock her shattered heart away from him. What else did he want from her after she had yielded all to him.

As she rounded the wall in a secluded chamber, only lit by candlelight, Henry caught her shoulders and turned her to face him, pinning her against the wall with his hips. "Anne," he whispered silkily, desperately, his breath warm against her face.

"No, Henry!" she gritted, trying to push his chest and make her release him. She shook her head, "No." But he closed the distance and kissed her and she didn't fight him. They kissed and she bit him hard on his lip, trying to give him a measure of pain and he flew back slightly as her chest heaved and she shook her head, eyes glittering. "We cannot and you know it."

"Why not?" he asked,d "for old times sake." He touched her bare throat and collarbone, running his fingers to her cleavage. "You know I want you Anne."

"You don't always get what you want! You shall not have me. Do you think I could forgive you after murdering my own sweet brother? No you! You! You killed him and I will and shall never forgive y-you." Her voice broke and Anne finally cried and she fought but Henry took her in his arms and began to kiss her tears away.

"Nan, Nan, don't say that," he pleaded in a whisper. "Jealousy and pain blinded me. I only wanted you for myself and when Jane Rochford told me I was angry and I could have killed you too."

It had been ages since he called her Nan. Jane? Her brother's wife. Jane was the cause of it? How she hated Jane! She promised herself someday she would go to England and kill Jane with her own hands and have vengeance on her brother, but now she was too tired and cold. Henry's lips met hers and she didn't resist, she began to feel warm again and alive.

"That gives you no excuse!" Anne angrily said, glaring at him as she moved away. "No right, still!" Her body was shaking with anger and all pent up feeling she'd held at bay for years. From the 6 years he courted her. Putting her life on hold and waiting, waiting for him to marry her. When she could have been married to Henry Percy and tucked away in the country with many children. No, she wouldn't trade Elizabeth for all the happiness and peace. Elizabeth was the best thing that had come from their marriage.

"I know," he said, looking contrite. "Don't you think I know that dammit? I could have shook the kingdom a part to divorce you, but do you know how that would have looked Anne? You would have never agreed to a divorce anyways. Katherine hadn't wanted it, but she gave in quietly eventually. You would have raised hell. No, don't deny it..." He held up. "Well, wouldn't you of Anne?"

"Yes! You know this Henry so why ask me this questions. Over my body would I give up Elizabeth's right to be your legal heir. She is a Tudor, every drop of her blood and I wouldn't dream of having her be thrown off to the side like you discard everyone of your wives." Her voice dropped slightly. "Where will it end Henry? You tire of women like they are some old garment and then throw them out. We feel, we think! I think and loved you so much and you throw that away, our great love for that whore Seymour. Don't believe she is as pure and innocent as she looks because I swear to you she is not."

"Anne, stop. Dammit I can't think." His eyes swept across her body and heaving chest. Then Anne knew the look he shot at her, one of desire and want. Surely she knew his glances, knew him so well and she shivered.

"May I go now?" she asked, with dignity. "I am wasting my time and must let go of this hell. I-"

"I want you, Anne," Henry said in a rush. "Share my bed with me tonight before I leave."

Her blue eyes winded as if he had just grown horns. "After all this?" she asked, beginning to laugh. "What? Shall you command me to enter your bed? I am no longer your legal wife."

"I won't command you," he assured her, "Ah Anne I long for you, pine after you. Want to feel your silken heat once more. You have never looked as beautiful as you do now..."

"You are serious?" she incredulously asked, feeling a little faint and unable to breathe as she stared at him, waiting and uncertain.

"Yes, I am." He stared her straight in the eyes.

If she did then what? Henry only wanted what he couldn't have and then he tired. Anne realized she would have the last upper hand in this and make him burn and long for her. Once again she held s a measure of power. After all he'd done to her, she knew she would hate herself for giving in, though even now Henry was as attractive as ever and it would be so easy to melt into his touch, so easy.

So she gave her answer, "No, I shall not share your bed this night or any other, bu if I change my mind I shall let you know though I ask you not to hold your breath. If you want a woman so bad get one her in court or bed that Seymour. Though I believe they won't be as lively as me or know how to please you as I do. Remember, Henry I knew your body well and what made you moan and cry out. All your other women shall lay there as you pound into them and you'll remember what fire we had and how I pleased you in bed far more than Katherine could ever have or that pale Jane Seymour."

"That is your answer?" he asked breathing heavier from the image she invoked in his mind, shocked. He couldn't conceive on how she would turn him down and he thought of all she said, how much pleasure she could bring him again if only she surrendered.. Now that they weren't married, the excitement was back and he wanted her just as much as the first time he ever saw and noticed her, 6 years before. Only this time he wasn't bound to her, yet her dark eyes were hooks for the soul and she was drawing him back in, making him want her and to have the passion one last time before he left her forever.

"Indeed. Enjoy your night, your majesty." She curtsied and smiled demurely.

"You'll change your mind," he arrogantly boasted. "I'll see you tonight, Anne."

The smile left her face and she stared at him, surprised as he grinned seductively and with a whistle left her to her own thoughts.

TBC

QUESTION: The next chapter will most likely have a love scene. Would my readers mind if it was an explicit scene (rated M) or would you rather I eluded ti it instead?