Dear Richard,

I just wanted to inform you that Edward and I have finally found a home; he purchased a decent (not what I've always dreamed of, but I'll deal with it) manor at Elvetham in Hampshire. I just wanted you to know you can stop feeling terrible for leaving me on the streets (realistically, at court, but you should still feel like a terrible brother) for over a year. I hope this letter finds you and Michael in good health.

Anne Seymour

Anne looked her letter over once and smirked. Short and sweet. She thought to herself, as she laid the paper back on the desk. She stood up and was about to change into her nightgown when Edward came bursting into the room, without knocking. Anne did not turn, though he entered with so much commotion. She continued to look down at her bed, where her nightgown lay. She played with the material. "Eager tonight?" she asked.

Edward barked a laugh and came closer to his wife, putting a hand on her cheek to turn her to look at him. "The whore miscarried." He said, beaming as he spoke. He leaned in and kissed Anne on the lips, full of happiness. "She miscarried!"

Anne's eyes widened a bit as she realized who he was speaking of; Anne Boleyn. "What? Are you positive? How do you know?"

He laughed again. "The King is in a fit of anger! Everyone back at the palace is aware of the news. This could be the beginning of something great."

"The fall of the Boleyn's?" Anne asked with her eyebrows raised.

Edward nodded. "Yes, wife! This could be the beginning of the end for those beasts. The King is more furious than I have ever seen him before. He tells every one of his advisors that he tires of her, and that he wished he had a reason to get rid of her. The clock is ticking for the whore, it really is."

"But do you have a plan?" Anne asked. He was so excited for the fall of the Boleyn's, for Anne to lose her crown, when realistically he had no idea what could happen after that. Like she had mentioned in their previous conversation concerning the whore, the same type of a woman could easily become the next Queen of England after Anne's fall if there was no plan to stop it from happening.

"Not yet." He admitted. Though he had Anne's words from their previous conversation stored in his memory, he had not yet though to expand on them. He didn't even know where to begin.

"Well, we must think then, because a plan is necessary in such a case. We still have time. I'm sure it will take the King some time to actually get rid of the whore. She'll try and hang on as best she can."

"Without a doubt." Edward agreed. He knew that getting rid of Anne Boleyn was not going to be easy. He touched his chin for a moment, thinking. He knew that His Majesty would want to marry again, there was no doubt there, as he still had no son, no Prince of Wales. "We need to place a proper candidate in his way, before another whore can get there. It is just the choosing of a candidate that is difficult."

Anne nodded her head, agreeing with him silently. She watched him rub his chin, and put herself into deep thought along with him. The King would only take the best looking women, so they would need to find someone who was beautiful yet not as out spoken as the Boleyn girl. They would need to find someone who would be a proper and obedient wife to the king, and not a whore, and who was capable of bearing him sons. That left them with very few choices as women these days were not as well behaved as they should be and there were few that made good wives.

An idea sprung into Anne's mind, though she was not sure how accepting of it Edward would be, but she figured she'd give it a shot anyway. "What about your sister?" she suggested, raising her eyebrows.

"Which one?" he asked, looking into her eyes.

"The quieter one, Jane, of course." Anne said. Elizabeth could be just as bad as the Boleyn by the looks of her.

"She is almost thirty now…" Edward said.

"But she is a pretty girl, and she's obedient, or she seems as if she would be. She's not married is she?"

Edward shook his head. "No, she isn't."

Anne smiled. "Then why not put her in the way of the king? Don't you think that would be most prosperous for your, or our family?"

He smiled a little at her words. He had nothing against putting his sister in the way of a man, especially the King, as long as it would be a rewarding venture, but at the moment they could not be sure of that. They would have to rely completely on luck, and hope that the kind would fall for Jane's simple beauty and tenderness. "It would be, as long as it works." He walked over to the window of Anne's room and looked out into the darkness for a moment. "We would have to put a lot of thought into it."

Anne followed him to the window and stood at his side, putting a hand on his shoulder. She looked up at him. "Yes, we would, but I would be willing to do all I can in such a situation."

He gave a curt nod of his head. "His Majesty has been telling me recently that he'd like to visit us, here, in Hampshire."

"Tell him to come then!" Anne insisted. "We can have everything arranged here, and, we can even invite your siblings to come out and stay whilst His Majesty is here, therefore placing Jane in his field of view."

Edward looked down at his wife, smirking. "You have a terribly corrupt mind, you know."

She grinned, as if his words were complimentary. "I know it is a trait we share. You cannot say it is a bad idea…"

"I think it is a bad idea Anne, but the kind of bad idea I enjoy." He said, winking. "I will return to the palace tomorrow and send my invitation to His Majesty, and hope that he is still interested. I'll then write to you, and you can write to my siblings and invite them. Make sure they're aware that it's important, and that they should be on their best behaviors, specifically Thomas."

"As you wish, husband." Anne replied as she stood on her toes to kiss Edward.

Edward turned his body towards Anne and picked her up. "Now, we should go to your bed, and celebrate the rich future of our family."

Anne giggled and repeated her words from before. "As you wish, husband."