Dr. Linacre checked me over twice a day for the next several weeks at Henry's request. I did not mind as long as I got to see my children regularly. Henry and Edward grew much to my pleasure. Henry seemed like an attentive father and for that I was happy. After Dr. Linacre made sure I was all right Henry started to come to my bed again. He was very careful with me but then as he saw I was getting healthier our lovemaking returned to normal. When I started suggesting we try for another child almost five months later after I recovered Henry immediately dismissed it. He claimed it was not healthy for me to have another child. It was spring when I began to feel sick again. The rain covered every inch of the grounds and courtyard at Hampton Court Palace, Henry and I made progress towards the castle. When we arrived Henry ordered servants to send word to my brother Charles who was in charge of the guard for mine and Henry's children. I sat in my room glad that all the unpacking was done when I looked to Jane Seymour and Ursula Missledon who were conversing. Jane looked as if she was scolding Ursula for something she had just told her or something Jane discovered about her. I looked down at my embroidery deciding whether to call Jane and Ursula over or just Jane.
"Jane come here if you please," I asked. Jane abruptly turned towards me casting one last glare at Lady Missledon before coming to sit on the chair in front of me.
"Yes your majesty," Jane said.
"How is my brother William," I asked her. She blushed bright red while ringing her hands and playing with the fabric of her dress.
"He has asked my father for my hand in marriage," Jane said. I smiled and leaned over to hug her.
"Well congratulations and what does your father say," I asked her.
"He said he has no objections save that William and I must visit from Spain regularly," Jane replied a smile gracing her features.
"That is wonderful news have you asked the King," I asked her.
"William is to ask him after the council meeting today," Jane said.
"Well I do not think the King will have any suggestions," I said putting my hand on my stomach because my corset felt tighter than usual. Jane looked alarmed.
"Your majesty," Jane asked.
"Nothing I think Katarina must have laced my corset a little tighter than usual," I said.
"Your majesty may I be blunt," Jane asked.
"Of course Jane, we are to be sisters soon," I replied.
"Lady Mary came to me saying that you were eating many quail's eggs once more and that you seem to be throwing up in the mornings," Jane said.
"Lady Seymour I do not think such talk has a place anywhere until such is confirmed and right now is not the time," I replied but I knew she was right. The symptoms were the same.
"Yes your majesty," Jane replied.
"What were you and Lady Missledon talking about earlier," I asked her. Before Jane could reply Cromwell came into the room.
"Your majesty his majesty requests that you are to make your way towards his rooms because Sir Francis Bryan has informed him that the Boleyns are making their way towards the palace," Cromwell said. Mary rushed towards me as all my other ladies formed a circle around me.
"Very well let us go now," I said. Cromwell led us towards the King's rooms. When I got there Henry was waiting there for us. He broke through my ladies and hugged me close. He kissed everywhere on my face.
"Henry are the children all right," I asked him.
"Yes Charles has tripled the guard and your brother William is bringing every servant he can spare," Henry said.
"Thank god," I said.
"Sweetheart I must go and meet Sir Francis outside. He will take over the guard of the palace and be your personal guard. Cromwell and I will continue Sir Francis's search," Henry said.
"Be careful," I said to him giving him the most passionate kiss I could muster. He gave me one last hug before leaving me and my ladies in his rooms. I turned to them.
"Split up search for any weapons god forbid our enemies get past the guard," I told them. Lady Mary led half to one side while Jane Seymour and Jane Rochford were with me. Jane Rochford's behavior as of late worried me but Henry thought nothing of it when I brought up my concern's. We searched Henry's bedroom and found a few daggers and one gun. As we were about to join the others Jane Rochford stopped.
"Lady Rochford what is it," I asked.
"I'm so sorry your majesty," She said. I heard Jane Seymour's scream before everything went black.
When I woke up it was all dark outside. I was on a dirty floor. I slowly blinked open my eyes feeling a throbbing in my head. I looked around hoping Jane Seymour did not suffer the same fate as I and gave a sigh of relief when she wasn't in the room. I just hoped she was alive. I tried to move my arms but they were chained to the wall with a heavy black iron chain as were my feet. I tried to push my hands out of them but it would not work. I fell to the floor in distress praying to god that Henry and every other person I cared for was safe.
Henry the eighth was one angry king. His wife was taken right from under his nose and his future sister in law was found unconscious. He wanted to tear everything apart in sight. He should never have listened to Cromwell who suggested that he the King take over the search. He should have stayed protecting Andrea and according to Jane Seymour her unborn child. Henry felt even more foolish at not noticing. When Jane Seymour regained consciousness she told everything to him. He should have known Lady Rochford was still in contact with the Boleyns. The Boelyns had just made an enemy of someone they should not have. Henry the eighth was now out for vengeance and would not rest until his enemies were destroyed and his wife returned. He grabbed a quill, ink and some parchment and began to write a reply to a letter from the Master Constable at the Tower of London.
Master Constable,
I hereby order the death of Anne Boleyn before the week is up. I have received your letter and am glad that the executioner from Calais has arrived. Boleyn is to be beheaded instead of burning until dead. Make sure she is dead before the week is up or there will be hell to pay.
Your King and Lord,
Henry VIII King of England
