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It's been two days since Uncle struck me with his cane, and the bruise on my leg still has not faded. It hurt when laying on it so I tried my best not to do so. I smiled wide as I see my brother, he waved happily when he saw and I walked over to him. Today my hair was down, showing off the curls that had been hidden once. My hair had a crown of flowers hanging back where it was tied slightly but other than that it was down. I wore one of my simpler yet elegant dresses today, not newly bought but still wonderful and beautiful like always.

"Brother, you flirt." I teased him with a wide grin, he laughed quietly to himself and watched as two men jousted near by; the king watching also, sitting beside the Queen; both of them sitting on their thrones of course, as always. It was amazing how they looked in public, the King and Queen. Like they were just fine in their marriage, maybe not to happy but still alright. Happily married. Oh yes, that's why the King has a mistresses for every day of the week. Monday through Sunday. Whoever suits him.

"She's only a girl, Marie. No need to worry. No one shall steal your wonderful and handsome brother away from you." I punched him playfully in the shoulder at the comment and then wrapped my arm around his left one. My brother was quite the tease, but that was what made him grand. He was a wonderful brother...again with how he should have been born a woman but oh well.

"Oh, I hadn't noticed." I spoke with such grace that was almost impossible to see the sarcasm in there, my lips curved into a friendly smile as I looked up at my brother. I fluttered my eye lashes at him mockingly and he laughed once but then regained his straight face for a few moments before the corners of lips threatened to show a smile, twitching slightly. It was amusing to me.

"I wasn't flirting with her, Marie." Thomas told me with a slight annoyed tone but I knew he wasn't really angry at me.

"Dear brother, that's not what I saw, you naughty temptress." I whispered in his ear with a laugh then unhook myself from him and skipped on over to George. I wasn't going to avoid him forever, now was I? Of course not. I hugged him from behind and he quickly turned around with a gasp, but when he saw it was me he grinned wide, hugging me tightly all of a sudden, and holding me longer than necessary really. This felt nice. Being with George, being around him at all really. It just felt right...I felt protected, safe with him.

"George...George. Not to long. Our fathers might worry." I teased him quietly, he kissed my ear and I made a small annoyed noise, backing up a little.

"Eww. That's disgusting, George." I told him but I couldn't help but laugh, smiling wide. George always made me smile.

"That's what you always said when we were children but I think you're just mad I won't do more than that." He smiled at me, his eyes sparkling with pure happiness; I bit my lower lip from making a smart comment. I glanced down once as if embaressed or shy then looked back up at him, I could hardly breath. Why was it during times like these I was nothing like Anne? More like my naive sister but not quite? I'll probably never know.

"George, I want to apologize—" I began to say but George quickly covered my mouth with his and pressed against me then after a few moments stepped back but not that far.

"No need for apologizing." He told me honestly, still smiling but more serious this time. I've never really seen George serious in my whole life but he did have his moments.

"George, if you kiss me again I might just think my lips will fall off." I laughed nervously, was I blushing? Yes, I was blushing. Only George could do this to me. Only him.

When did I fall in love with George Boleyn? I don't know really but it just happen one day, I wouldn't admit it out loud but I knew I had feelings for him…I wanted to be wrong. Because George was my best friend. It'd ruin our friendship I told myself. But I knew the denial hold could only hold so long…then with George confessing his love for me in the gardens…that hold broke. Shattered completely. I don't know what I would do without George. And with him now marrying Jane Parker…

"Marie." I heard Jane's voice come behind me, I turned around slowly to see a grinning Jane Parker standing there.

"I see you're talking with my husband-to-be." She said, I could hear the jealousy in her voice as much as she tried to hide it I could hear it there, hiding.

"I was only congratulating him, Jane. As you too. Congratulations. To both of you." I quickly moved away from the two then, away from George and nosy Jane Parker.

"Marie—" George attempted to stop me but I looked back once, then looked quickly away, nearly running back to my brother.

"Thomas, can we please go to pond and look at the beautiful swans again?" I asked, my voice shaking nearly now.

"Marie, what's wrong?" He asked me, clearly worried but I held up a hand, noticing it was also shaking…literally.

"Thomas, please." I looked at him and he nodded, taking my hand and we walked off quickly. I knew George would marry Jane, because that was expected of him of course. Because he was the only heir for the Boleyns. It was expected of him...

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