The Seymour clan made the move back to Whitehall a month later, in March 1536. Though Jane had been at Whitehall the first time Anne had gone, she had informed her on the trip over that she had merely been there visiting her sister and her brother, and did not know the palace well at all. She had returned to Wulfhall after her visit at her father's pleasure and was excited to at last be invited to be a lady-in-waiting. Jane also told Anne that she had previously been invited, along with her sister Elizabeth, to be a lady to the late Queen Katherine but her father had refused to allow her to go with her sister and had demanded that she stay at home. Jane had been furious with her father, but had obeyed his wishes. Now that her father was sickly, he could no longer object to her going, especially now that she was almost in her thirties.

When they arrived at the palace, Jane was given her own rooms close to the King's, one's that Anne Boleyn herself had stayed in before she had succeeded as Queen of England. Anne wouldn't admit it, not even to Edward, but she felt a tinge of jealousy when she saw the rooms and the gifts the King had given Jane. It all could have been mine. She thought, but in the end she was thankful she had made the decision she had, especially after the time she enjoyed with Edward that evening.

It did not take long for the King to come up with a believable reason for dismissing Anne from her position, and when it finally came down to it, her life as well. Five men were charged and arrested for treason, accused of having had a sexual relationship with Her Majesty, the Boleyn brother, George, included. He also got charged for incest. On the 2nd of Mary, 1536, the whore herself was arrested placed in the Tower of London and charged of incest with her own brother, adultery with the four other men and high treason.

The trials for each of the men lacked evidence, but the peers, who of course knew they had to agree with the King, did as they were bid to do and sentenced the men all to death by execution. On May 19th, Anne Boleyn was executed French style on the Tower green. Edward was present at the execution, but Anne was unable to attend because she had fallen ill. Edward had been worried about leaving her alone, but in the end, Anne convinced him to go, even as she lay in front of him vomiting profusely.

The day after the whore's execution, Jane and Henry were engaged. Edward and Anne were both in high spirits, due to the whore's execution, Jane's engagement and Anne's quick recovery from illness. On May 30th, 1536, Jane and Henry were married, and all of the Seymour's happily attended their wedding. Anne however, only made it just through the ceremonies before fainting and being rushed to see a physician as quickly as possible by Edward.

Despite Henry's previous annoyance of Anne due to her lack of interest in him, he insisted to Edward, his now permanent favourite man, that he should see her physician.

"What is it?" Edward asked as the physician came into the hall from Anne's chambers.

"Calm, mister Seymour. Your wife is completely fine." The physician told him calmly.

"If she is completely fine, then why is she so ill?" He demanded.

The physician had the nerve to laugh at Edward's anger. He put a hand on Edward's shoulder. "Lady Anne is with child, sir."

Edward's look of pure frustration and anger drooped away and turned, instead, into a look of amazement. "She's with child?" he asked, making sure he had heard the man's words right.

The physician nodded his head. "Yes, she said she has missed her courses this month and it appears to me that she is with child."

Edward was still completely shocked. "Thank you!" he exclaimed with quite a bit of excitement to the physician. He looked to the door of her chambers. "May I go see her?"

"Of course, mister Seymour, she's your wife after all."

Edward nodded his head. "Right, okay, thank you!" Edward turned from the physician and opened the door to Anne's room, entering and then closing the door slowly behind him. He beamed with happiness as he looked at her, lying on the bed. She grinned back at him, though she looked terribly ill and exhausted.

He ran over to the bed and sat down besides her, placing a hand immediately on her cheek, stroking it lovingly. "My Anne…" he said breathlessly.

She smiled up at him. "My Edward." She said, and then laughed a little, overwhelmed with happiness. "I am with child."

"I know!" He exclaimed, leaning over to kiss her on the forehead. "I know!"

Anne laughed at his happiness. "I am carrying your son." She put a hand on her belly, which had not even begun to grow yet. Edward watched her and put his hand on her hand.

"You are carrying our son." He said, smiling softly at her. "Anne… these past two years that I have been with you, I have never been more happy. With you, I am so much more than I ever was."

Anne gleamed with pure happiness. "I love you Edward…" She said, flipping her hand over on her belly to hold his. "I love you so much and I have never been so happy in my life."

Edward looked into her eyes for a few moments; they were watering, but not because she was sad, and he knew that. He leaned over and kissed her on the lips. "I love you too, darling." He stroked her cheek, looking down at her.

Anne smiled, enjoying his touch. "Do not tell anyone about this side of me…" she whispered, giggling. "I feel so soft."

He laughed with her. "As long as you do not speak a word about this side of me, I will say nothing of you. This is just how we are around each other, no one else needs to know." Edward laid down on the bed beside his wife and stroked her cheek. Anne was quite exhausted, and though she wished to stay awake and look into the eyes of her loved one for hours on end, she found that sleep came quickly, and her eyes slowly shut and she fell into a deep sleep in her husband's arms.