As the newly wed couple, Anne and Edward, had nowhere to live, Edward thought it best that, until they could find a proper home, they would live at court. Edward admitted to Anne that he was worried about his sisters, who were at court in service of that "evil bitch" Queen Anne Boleyn.
"I take it you don't like her much?" Anne asked, snickering as she sat in the carriage with Edward on the way to Whitehall.
"Our families aren't best friends." He replied, simply. The Boleyn's and the Seymour's had never been on good terms and it had gotten even worse lately, now that they were all at court. It severely annoyed Edward to see the Boleyn family rising so high, and more importantly, to see that whore, Anne Boleyn, who reminded him of his ex-wife, on the throne of England. "Us Seymour's almost had a celebration when she birthed a daughter and not a son. The King was furious." He remembered aloud, laughing to himself.
Anne laughed too. Other people's misfortunes generally made her happy, especially when they were other ambitious people getting in her way. "I don't think I like the Boleyn's much either. Anne's daughter stripped Princess Mary of her titles." She said, shaking her head in pity for her friend.
He nodded his head slowly, knowing that this only a small thing that the whore was capable of doing. She could wreak havoc on everyone if she wished, and the King would probably allowed her, though more recently, the King had shown signs of becoming bored of his wife once more. "I hear she's pregnant again, too. Probably with some other lad's child."
"Or another girl." Anne said, shrugging. "It's going to be dreadfully painful for me to be kind to her."
Edward snickered. He had already become so accustom to his wife's personality, she was so cold and hard; his perfect woman. "It is dreadfully dull and painful, but we have no other choice right now. Time will tell though…"
Anne raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean husband?"
"I mean that things may change. His Majesty has already gotten rid of one wife; don't you think getting rid of a second one would be even easier? Especially when she's such a harlot."
"Do you know something I don't?" She asked, her curiosity eating away at her. She wanted to know what corrupt ideas were floating about in Edward's head.
"I don't know anything for sure." He told her. "But the King does seem to be severely annoyed with her, but this feeling may have subsided for now because she is pregnant. If it's another girl though, or she miscarries…" He grinned, leaving the rest of the story up to Anne's mind.
"Then he will surely want to turn her in for the new model." Anne said, sneering.
"My thoughts exactly, wife, and we can only hope and pray that the whore doesn't give him a son, because then I fear we may have to deal with her a lot longer."
Anne laughed, agreeing with a nod. "If he chooses someone new though, what if it's just another whore like the Boleyn girl? I mean, if I have heard correctly, he went from one Boleyn to the next didn't he?"
Edward nodded. "He did, but I'm sure they planned that strategically."
"Who's to say they won't do it again?" Anne asked. She brought up a good point that Edward hadn't really considered. He had been hoping that this time, luck would be on his side, but he realized now that actions did speak louder than words, and certainly louder than thoughts.
He bit his lip in thought, considering her words. "We'll see, Anne."
She smiled, seeing the gears turning in his head made her want him so much more than she already did. How I love a misbehaved mind. She reached her hand out and put it on his knee, and then slowly slid her hand up his thigh, and over his masculinity. Edward flinched a bit, his teeth digging deeper into his lip. The only tease that could match Anne's skills was he. "Anne, we're almost there…" he half said half moaned.
A smile flickered on her face as she continued to grope him. "I know, I just don't want to wait any longer."
Edward smiled back at her, but then grabbed her hand, very much against his own will. "My brother and sisters will be waiting there for us and I don't want them to see me, like that." He meant weak, but he couldn't say it. He knew that she'd know what he had meant though.
"Oh, alright." She replied, understanding his reasoning. Anne didn't want to be all messy for when she met his siblings for the second time anyways. She had met them, all nine of them, at the wedding, but she had been much too focused on her new husband to think of any of them. Edward was different from them anyways, they all seemed like what she had originally classified the Seymour's as: nobodies and frankly she had no interest in nobodies, especially ones without ambitions.
"I'll come to your chamber tonight though, I promise." He assured her. He would not leave her hanging when she had a hunger for him like she did. He could not leave her like that, because his hunger was equal to hers.
Shortly after their conversation, the litter they had travelled in arrived at Whitehall, where they were let out, a servant coming to take their things into the palace for them. Edward and Anne found Thomas, Elizabeth and Jane, the three whom were at court, waiting at the doors of the palace. It was odd for Anne to watch Edward interact with his siblings, because it was much like watching herself. He did not smile or grin when he saw them he merely lifted a hand to wave for a moment, and then turned to Anne, smiling at her.
"I don't remember that one, was he at the wedding?" Anne asked, looking at Thomas of course.
"No, he wasn't." Edward replied, in what seemed to be an extra cold tone. "That's Thomas."
"I take it he's not your favourite?" Anne said, grinning to herself as they began to walk towards his siblings.
He let out a chipper laugh, but never replied. It was too difficult for him to explain his relationship to Thomas. It would have been extremely confusing had he tried to explain it in the few seconds he had before they were face to face with his siblings, so he decided it was a story that was better for another time.
"Edward!" One of the blonde girls called happily as their brother finally reached them. The one, named Elizabeth, if Anne recalled correctly, basically threw herself at him. Eww… Anne was not crazy about sibling affection, as was obvious by her relationship with both of her brothers. It also disgusted her when women threw themselves at men like that, even if Edward was her brother. The other blonde one, Jane, was much more calm. She merely waved a hand to Edward.
"Thomas." Edward said, nodding his head to his brother, who looked quite a bit like him, but a bit longer. He was a tall boy for only… whatever age he was. Anne had no idea. She knew that he was younger than Edward at least, but there relationship seemed rocky and confusing.
"Edward." Thomas replied, though his mastery of the cold tone was not as good as his brothers. He seemed much more kind, and perhaps a bit more outgoing than Edward. Anne though he was a good-looking boy, like his brother, but he was missing the part of Edward that Anne loved; his personality. "Good trip?" he asked, his eyes flickering to Anne for a moment.
Edward nodded, watching his brothers' eye movements like a hawk. "Yes, it was good. By the way Tom, this is Anne, my wife." He said, smirking a bit, as if to say silently to his brother 'ha-ha, I've married a beautiful woman and you've got nothing!' Thomas did not react the way Edward had hoped however. Anne imagined that Thomas's lack of reaction to Edward's taunts was probably one of the things that caused their relationship to be so difficult.
Thomas turned to Anne and inclined his head like any gentleman should to a beautiful woman. He even dared to wink, which Anne was secretly impressed by. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Lady Anne." He said, smiling at her.
Edward caught the wink and was not at all impressed. He put a hand behind his back and clenched his fist and for a moment, Anne though he was about to knock his own brother square in the face, right there, because he had winked at her. What a man he is! She was not about to let him do it however; she took his hand behind his back into hers and stood closer to him. "It's a pleasure to meet you too." She replied. She was going to address him as mister Seymour, but she realized that probably would have angered Edward, as she had called him that and told him it was naughty. She did not want him to think that she was trying to be naughty with his own brother.
The current situation was tiring and annoying Edward, so he nodded curtly to his siblings. "I think that Anne and I will go inside now. Perhaps we will see you later."
Jane and Elizabeth nodded happily to their brother, clearly unaffected by the tension that remained between Thomas and Edward. "Goodbye Anne!" Jane said sweetly.
Anne merely nodded in reply, a tight smile on her face. She gave the same nod to Elizabeth, who merely waved to her, and then she smirked a bit when she looked at Thomas. Thomas smiled too, but only once Edward had begun to walk away, his hand still in Anne's, and he pulled her after him, into the palace.
Anne was not sure exactly how or what she thought of this other Seymour boy. He seemed like he may have a charming side to him, but he was certainly not on the same level as Edward, personality wise. She couldn't imagine ever comparing the two. Edward was so headstrong, ambitious and keen, while Thomas appeared to be a bit of a softy. She did catch a glimpse of ambition in his performance, but she knew there was no way in hell it matched his brothers. Thank God, I have married the right Seymour!