The weeks between Edward and Anne's first meeting and their wedding were treacherous for Anne. She wished so badly to write to Edward, but she dared not give her brother the satisfaction of feeling like he had made a good match for his half-sister. He would be too proud, and on his high horse, Anne was not so fond of him. So, for weeks, Anne had to go without hearing a word from Edward directly, and she missed him dearly when she was alone.
Finally the day came when Richard came to her chambers with good news, after several weeks of stale air and nothingness.
"Richard!" Anne said, smirking as she opened the door. "Do you need something or are you just here to be bothersome?"
Richard laughed and shook his head. "I don't need something, but I haven't come to be bothersome. I've come to tell you we've confirmed the wedding date at last, for next week. You'll be married at Wulf Hall, in Wiltshire, Edward's family home."
Anne's reaction in her head was like fireworks, exploding in all different directions, but on the outside, she revealed none of this. She raised her eyebrows. "He couldn't pick a better venue?" she asked.
Richard shrugged his shoulders. "Is it really that important where you are married? I thought you were happy about this?"
"Happy?" she asked, laughing coldly. "I have told you since the beginning, Richard! I do not want to marry a Seymour boy! He is a no one! He has nothing and he never will! But it's fine; you can live with the thought that you left your wonderful half-sister to a poor courtier! Do not worry about me…"
Thankfully, Richard was completely oblivious and Anne was an excellent liar. He believed her every word, and sighed, once again beginning to feel like he had made a terrible match. "Oh Anne, come on, it won't be as bad as you're making it up to be. I saw you smile when you were with him, there must be something there."
"There is nothing. I was merely being courteous to him, stroking his ego a bit, if you will. You men love that." She said, rolling her eyes. "Men are too easy to fool."
Richard furrowed his brow, crossing his arms over his chest. "I'd beg to differ."
A witchy laugh came out of Anne's mouth, like a beautiful but devilish song. "Oh, please." She said, shaking her head in pity of her brother. What a fool. "Get out of my room now, will you? I must prepare for my most royal wedding to mister Edward Seymour." Her tone was very sarcastic. She used her hand to shoo her brother away from her doorway, and he moved obediently. She then grinned at him and slammed the door in his face.
Once she was alone and no one could see her, Anne rested her back against the door and smiled, an honest and lovely smile, one of happiness. Finally these weeks of pain and longing would be over! Next week she would be married to Edward, and she would never have to see her idiotic half brothers again. She could be happy in Edward's arms, and in his bed… At last I will get to have what I want, him! He will be all mine and no one else's. Should any other woman think that she is strong enough to steal him from my grasps, she will quickly find out that she is very wrong. I will have her head on a platter, or rather as a decorative addition to the walls of our new home, wherever it may be. I cannot wait till he is mine!