A/N: So sorry that this update took so long, got Writer's block for a while but now, hopefully, I am back on track :D hope you all readers enjoy this chapter! Reviews are welcomed as are ideas, please no flames :)

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"So, how old are you, Lady Marie?" Brandon asked me as he picked me up by the waist, both hands gripping the dress fabric and twirled me around, then in a flash I was back on the ground and moving side to side with him. He was a good dancer to be quite honest, but that did not mean that I liked the man.

"Women never reveal their true age, Mr. Brandon; don't you know what by now?" I asked, as he twirled me again, now my back was pressed up against his chest and his left hand was resting on my stomach slightly as we moved to the left.

"Hmm." That was all he responded with and a chuckle to complete, twirling me again, he yanked my closer to him, we were pressed chest-against-chest now. I looked down with a small smile as if embarrassed or shy, but I was neither at this point. My eyes fluttered back up to his as I felt his hand lift my head up by my chin and he was smirking.

"I believe this dance is over, good night, Mr. Brandon." I told him, quickly moving out of his grasp, he held on to me by my left hand, I stopped to glance at our interlocked hands then back up at him with a devious look, slowly he let my hand slip out of his grip and I moved gracefully away back over to my new founded sister.

"Why were you dancing with Charles Brandon?" Cara asked me in a hushed whisper, almost sounding embarrassed herself.

"Because, dear sister, I did not want to offend the King's friend. Nor the King himself, silly Cara." I told her, still grinning, then put a hand on her shoulder, leaning in a little.

"And where did you scurry off to, sister?" I asked, not truly curious but attempting to divert her for the mean time.

"No where special." Cara responded; a hand flying to her mouth as a now muffled giggle came out. She was blushing now; my eyes glanced to the right and saw that servant, Richard, looking over here. Especially at Cara.

"Ah, that's where." I said, answering my own question from before.

"Father will be quite cross with you if he finds out." I told her with a grin of mischief.

"As father will have you go back to France if he finds out about George Boleyn." She told me in response, no longer smiling but had that amused look in her eye. One of the grand moments for my silly, naïve sister here.

"There is nothing between George and I. Only friendship. And don't you think that perhaps father will be pleased with me if I told him about what you've been up to?" I asked in a friendly tone, but my eyes held manipulation, I could tell so with the look Cara gave me.

"Why would he care about what you say?" She asked, clearly oblivious to the fact of how Father thought of me.

"Because, Cara. I am his favorite. Always will be too." I told her, yes, it was just plain mean, almost cruel but I was not going to let Cara have all the fun here.

"Well, there is nothing between Richard and I, Marie." She said my name in a mocking tone, mimicking what I had said before.

"Ah, so, it's Richard now, is it?" I asked, and Cara once again looked away blushing "My, my, sister. You do work fast."

"Never as fast as you, Marie." She told me softly, giving me a small smile. I could see Anne eyeing the King too, only so far away. He was looking at her too, both holding eye-contact, the Queen, sadly, noticed this too. I felt bad then, full of guilt even though I knew none of this was my fault. I looked away quickly back at Cara.

"I'm going to retire for the night, sister. Good night, sweet dreams." I told her, hugging her quickly before moving to leave the room, shifting through the crowd. I made my way out and was now walking down the lengthily narrow hallway. I could hear the soft noise of the clicking of my heels as I walked down the grey stoned hallway.

I felt two strong arms wrap around me and pull me into the gardens, out of the outdoor hallway. One of my captor's hands flying over my mouth to muffle my screams; I could hear his laughter behind me. I quickly turned around, still in the captor's arms.

"George Boleyn!" I yell at him, slapping him on the chest, trying my best to give him a nasty look but apparently failed with he still grinned wide with amusement and joy.

"This is not funny, George." I yelled at him as he pushed me against the bushes, still having a good grip on me, if we were caught like this it just might ruin my family's reputation at court but George was my friend, one of the few. I trusted him, and I believe…I might even like him…in that particular way.

"Oh, yes it is, Lady Marie." He told me, mocking my status at the end, mimicking perhaps Charles Brandon now.

"No, it is not!" I slapped him across the chest as he picked me up slightly, wrapping one arm around my waist and the other behind my legs, my knees. This position was clearly inappropriate and rude. But sometimes it's fun to bend the rules at Court, and rules in general.

"Stop being childish, Marie." He told me, he leaned forward, pressing me more into the bushes.

"Don't drop me. I don't need grass stains on my dress, George." I scolded him; his face was only inches away from me.

"Oops then." He told me, then I knew what he was about to do, he was going to pay dearly for this later. He swooned slightly and we both fell onto the ground, on the cool, sweet smelling grass, with him leaning over me, on top. He was smirking now down at me, I hit him on the arm with a close fist and he just laughed even more.

"So tell me, do you fancy Charles Brandon or is he just another victim-to-be on your little list?" George asked me in an amused tone, he was going to pay. Sooner or later. You shall pay for this, George Boleyn. But still, what a good friend he is.

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