[A/N: Sorry this took so long, folks, but here you go and I hope you enjoy~~tried to get my history correct in this chapter which I believe I did but if perhaps I did make a mistake, please feel free to tell me in reviews which are welcomed with love :D Chap. 20, woohoo!*]
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`What has happened within so little time or so long of time? Years seemed to pass by like days, so quick. For Thomas Moore is to be executed for so-called treason. My new best friend is being taken away from me. Is Anne to be next? George?...No. I do not know this. I can not foretell the future. George won't even speak with me, nor look in my direction when we are in the same room. He acts as if he is more interested in his wife, which I know is not true. Also, I've been trying my best to visit Moore but my request has been denied...by the King himself. I remember that day, he called me there and told me himself, he stared at me with no emotion before I left. Our King of England is cold-hearted and has no mercy, Thomas Moore was his best friend and now King Henry is having his life be taken away. Is that how monarchs suppose to rule? I think not.
I walked down the hallway with these thoughts surfing around in my head, holding back my tears and my chest tightening up, my heartbeat was beating abnormally I knew. All this I ignored as I walked. My left arm hanging at my side gracefully and my right hand was over my stomach area. I was not going to show weakness. No. I could not and would not. Uncle would disprove and be disgusted, as would father. I cannot disappoint my family. Not Cara nor my brother. Father and Uncle still want me to beguile the King, distract him but how could I do that to a man like Henry Tudor. He is though easily distracted by a pretty face. Hmm. No. Anne is married to him...but is the rumors of him having affairs with others true? Anne has not said anything. Oh yes, she gave birth to a little girl. She named her Elizabeth. I had hoped for a boy, a prince of England but my wish was not granted, not as much as I had hoped or Anne had. Henry though does spend time with his daughter, more than Mary but he tries, Elizabeth is only two now. Wait...when did I start to call him Henry? He is my King, I should address him as that and only that, right? Of course. It'd be illogical if I did not. That's when I stood up straighter, if possible, more calm and confident looking. My eyes cold as I turned to the left, entering the large banquet hall, hundreds of people in here. I spotted Anne right away, sitting at her throne, the King was also there at her side but he didn't seem happy at all, no matter how much he tried to hide it.
I entered the room with grace, and walked over to the King and Queen, curtsying with seduction, Anne could see this as did the King. I could feel his eyes on me as I rose back up to my feet "Your majesties." I dared not to smile but kept my eyes on the King now then to Anne before turning to the left and walking off, not even bothering to stay and chat.
That's when I saw George he did though look in my direction this time, then looked away just as fast, this was improvement on some part. I decided to play dirty now then, he'd regret his decision to leave Marie Cornwell. I went over to Charles Brandon, who was chatting with some woman, did he not have a wife by now? Some fruity little woman named Catherine Willoughby? I did not know if he did have a wife or not, I really didn't pay much mind to those particular facts. But there he was flirting with a pretty little petite brunette woman, and was also drinking wine, he looked at me then in suspicion.
"Dance with me." I didn't have to ask twice as he forced his wine cup into the girl's hands that was beside him, not even looking at her as his eyes were on me, I had to drag him on the dance floor but he was willing. I smiled at him, forcing it but it looked quite real as I could see the excitement in his eyes. Good. That's what I was expecting.
My eyes only glancing back over at George, someone was tapping his shoulder and pointing over here, and he looked. He looked. That was as said what I wanted. I looked back at Brandon then as our dance began, some seemed to back off and watch in utter awe, others in shock and some in disgust but I did not pay mind to it . It was a dance of seduction. Charles Brandon and I, as much as I tolerated him and found him disgusting. I let him rip the clip in my hair off, and my hair fell down past my shoulders in slight waves, he turned me around quickly, wrapping his arms around me, letting his hands roam up a little but not by much as the King and Queen, also many others were watching. I glanced back at him in the corner of my eye as half-grinned, nearly biting my lower lip as I clapped my hands together and twisted around, pushing him back once which seemed to make him even more determine now. He came back towards me and I backed up with my head raised arrogantly, a grin trembling on my lips now, and wanted my best to laugh but held that urge back.
He then grabbed at me and I was to late to step back as he yanked me forward, our bodies pressed against each other. Our gazes locked and he leaned in to kiss me, not caring who was watching but I snapped my head to the right and he twirled me around then quickly guided me to the right then twirled me back around, picking me up off the ground with his hands on my hips and turned around three times as I couldn't help but giggle and that made him quite happy as he lowered me back down to the ground. The dance nearly over for the rest, but for him it'd never end. He then picked me up again but made me hook my legs at his hips and held me like that, one hand on my back the other at my chest as I let my body lean back slightly, as he twirled me around again three times, then I leaned back up, putting one hand at the crook of his neck and the other at the right side of his face, our faces inches apart.
Then the dance ended as everyone was silent, Charles then unhooked me from him and set me back to my feet, my hair covering my left eye now as I stood there beside him, he still had his left arm around me. Anne was standing and looked annoyed with me as she then turned and walked out of the room with her ladies in waiting, which I was one but I did not go. Defiance that I would be punished for perhaps, but did Anne not say I could have fun tonight, at least that's what I heard. I was forgetting my sadness and getting even, I glanced over at the King and he looked like he was having a hard time trying to breathe correctly. I casted my eyes down then as I walked away from Brandon, he looked at me perhaps in confusion and shock but I didn't care, I brushed past George and the rest, he looked as if he wanted to stop me now but I didn't care. I just walked out of the room, a silent tear falling down my face now. I might have been quite strong...but I wasn't that strong.
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