[A/N: Not sure if I went a little for far with this chapter, but was listening to my muse, and this is what I got, hope you enjoy and reviews are welcomed :D*]
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`I walked into Anne's chambers slowly, reluctant to see what was about to be in front of me. My eyes casted down, my feet moved forward as did I. Entering the room, the doors were shut behind me with a loud banging noise that echoed slightly within my ears. My eyes rose with my head as I looked, only to see Anne standing beside the window, her arms folded over her chest, as if she were hugging herself. I walked forward, closer to her now "Anne?" I asked softly, worried. Her eyes snapped over to me in anger, what had I done now?
"Did you like your gifts from the King?" Anne asked me with venom within her voice, rage and annoyance, anger. She came to me quickly, slapping me across the face before storming away from me, a hand at her hip as she stood beside her bed. My head was still turned, my hair sticking to my hair as I breathed slowly, a stinging feeling zipping through my face as I then looked over at Anne, simply tucking my hair behind my ears then.
"I didn't ask for this, Anne." She just chuckled at this, as if it were amusing to her but I knew otherwise. She looked over at me, her head turned down as she stared at me with dry amusement.
"No. Of course not, Marie. You never. Ever. Ask for things like this." She pulled herself away from the bed, back over to the window as I tried to go over to her but her eyes were back on me.
"Why have you not curtsied to your Queen?" There was no emotion in her voice nor on her face as she stared at me, I looked down then back up, curtsying lowly, nearly mocking her as I kept my gaze with hers
"Your majesty." I spoke softly with grace, my teeth snapping together as I stood back up straight, standing once again.
"You have my permission to leave, Lady Marie." Anne told me, looking back out the window, hugging herself again and I nodded, curtsying once again before quickly storming out of the room, shoving a guard aside as he got in my way. It was rude but I didn't really care at the moment. I kept my pace normal but still I was beyond angered by Anne now. Some of my hair still stuck to my face but it flowed in waves, past my shoulders seductively. I blinked slowly as I turned a corner, my back to the wall as I closed my eye lids, holding back a sob the best I could. I hadn't asked for the King to have his eyes set on me. But I knew, I would never be the mistress of Henry Tudor, the King of England.
Biting my lower lip, I sunk to the floor, hugging my knees and shivering again, tears staining at my dress then I could a hear a clearing of a throat. I quickly looked up, forgetting tears stained my face. There before me stood a tall George Boleyn.
"George." I breathed slowly, then hopped to my feet, standing and quickly hugging him now as if he were my life, my air. I cried into his shoulder as he held me tightly, his arms wrapped around me and I opened my eyes, turning my head to the right as it laid on his shoulder, tears still dripping down my face as I saw a snooping Jane Par...Boleyn staring from around a corner. Her eyes widened a little and clearly she was absolutely jealous. Good. I didn't care if this was her now husband, I turned my head back to the left, away from Jane and hugged George tightly as he held me, I could feel him kiss at my left temple then he made me look up and he set his lips on mines. I really could have cared less if anyone saw at the moment, but Jane would know better to keep her little trap shut if she didn't want to have a bad reputation. After all, there were no other witnesses, were there?
Then he kissed my forehead again, whispering that he was here in my ear and holding me and I smiled. My George was with me, for a few secret moments but he was here. That's all that mattered now. He made me look back up at him, I thought was going to kiss me again.
"Anne didn't hit you did she?" He asked seeing the red mark on my right cheek, my eyes casted down then back up with a smile.
"No." I lied and hugged him again, then took his hand as we walked away from snoopy Jane, I knew she was still there staring. I just knew. We walked hand-in-hand into a hidden area beside the garden and before I knew it George had my back against the wall, he tried to kiss me again but I turned my head.
"George, no. You're married. You'd be an adulterer." I told him softly, meeting his gaze once more but that's all it took for him to lift me up slightly, his hands somehow pushing back my dress up to my hips as his lips went to my neck. He was unbuttoning his trousers now but that was it.
"Ge--George, no. Stop it. George!" I shoved him back but he held me firmly against the wall, he stared at me with annoyance.
"Marie--" He began but I put a hand gently to his mouth, shaking my head 'no' and he simply closed his eye lids, kissing my palm of my hand there before setting me down on the ground gently and then backed away with a groan of anger, re-buttoning his trousers now and he went over to the other wall, hitting it several times before yelling in anger.
"George--" I began but he quickly turned around, his eyes blazing now.
"No, no, Marie. Don't you 'George' me. You come here, letting me fall in love with you then yo--you, when I know you want it you say no. You deny me even as much as I tell you that I love you, I only love you and will always love you." He told me in desperation "You're a tease, Marie, a minx. A little harlot." I gasped, wide eyed and mouth agape as he said this.
"George Boleyn!" I yelled at him in anger now, how dare he insult me like that. He knew it was a virgin still, and calls me a whore.
"The truth hurts, Marie." He said in a low voice, before hitting the wall harshly with a closed fist and then stormed off to who knows where. He was angry and I knew why.
"George." I whispered but I knew he was already gone. I hoped he wouldn't be angry forever with me...I just wasn't ready. But I did love him. I wanted to go after him but I knew it wasn't the best thing to do right at the moment. I just simply staggered back, my back hitting the wall as I hugged myself slightly. Now I knew how Anne felt. It was a empty, hollow and numb feeling. Horrible feeling to have within ones body. Horrible. Would this drama ever end? No. Of course not. This was the court of Tudor. Drama never ended here.
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