Author's Note: I do apologise for how long this update has taken. It's been way too long! It is a rather long update, however; so, I hope that make up for the delay. The chapter after this one will be the last chapter. Anne and Elizabeth finally have their reunion in Heaven.

"…It's a shame her Mom can't be here now, to see her lovely smile…As the rain starts coming down…she says, "I know Mama's watching now, and there's holes in the floor of heaven and her tears are pouring down. That's how you know she's watching, wishing she could be here now. And sometimes when I'm lonely, I remember she can see. Yes, there's holes in the floor of heaven and she's watching over…me."
-Steve Wariner
-Holes in the Floor of Heaven

It was many years before Anne was sent to Earth again. But this time she was not allowed to be seen, a fact which broke her heart for she was to watch over her daughter, to guide Elizabeth through a time that was sure to prove trying - all without being seen. Anne would have given anything for her daughter to be allowed to see her, but it was strictly forbidden.

Lady Mary, daughter of the Princess Dowager of Wales, was Queen of England, and believed recent Protestant rebellions had been orchestrated by her half-sister and had decided that Elizabeth was to be locked away in the Tower. When Anne appeared, the Guards were already on their way, one of Elizabeth's ladies was rushing to warn her mistress, and Anne's poor daughter was completely unaware of what awaited her, content to dance with a man that Anne, for reasons she was not sure she even knew, immediately did not like.

"My Lady! My Lady!"

Elizabeth's lady had reached the door, but was too late. The Guards were directly behind her and Elizabeth had no chance of escaping. Anne, however, had not wanted her to escape. She'd seen what Mary had done to other Protestants and feared that, if Elizabeth escaped and was caught, worse things would be done to her daughter.

"Princess Elizabeth!" the Earl of Sussex shouted, drawing Elizabeth's attention away from her dance partner. Her dance partner exited the stone edifice - which Anne remembered to be Hatfield - first, but Elizabeth did not. The Earl of Sussex shouted again, but a bit more forceful this time, "Princess Elizabeth!"

'Go on, Sweetheart; it will be all right.' Anne tried to say to her daughter, but if Elizabeth heard her mother, she gave no indication. This time, however, she came when she was called. When she was fully in the view of the Earl of Sussex and the other Guards, Lord Sussex informed her of why they were there.

"You are accused of conspiring with Sir Thomas Wyatt and others against Her Sovereign Majesty and are arrested for treason," he informed with little emotion. "I am commanded to take you hence from this place to the Tower."

The man with whom Elizabeth had been dancing came forward towards the Earl, as if he wished to protect her, but Elizabeth stopped him. It seemed Elizabeth was wise enough to know that complying was her best option.

Then he turned to her and calmly said, "Remember who you are. Do not be afraid of them."

Elizabeth looked at him with frightened eyes, allowing him to comfort her. And then he leaned his head close to hers and whispered, "My Lady."

Anne did not like how comfortable this man appeared to be with her daughter, how he spoke to her as one spoke to a lover, but she had more important things to worry about at that moment.

Then they took her.

It was dark, the night sky destroying all daylight and perpetuating a sense of dread and gloom as Elizabeth was escorted by boat through the Tower's gate. Severed heads hung about the walls, serving as a warning to all traitors, showing what happened to those who were disloyal to the Crown. 'Stay calm, Elizabeth. Stay calm, my darling girl.'

The boat came to a halt in front of stone steps, leading to the Tower itself. A man commanded, "Prisoner to the steps." and Elizabeth was taken out of the boat and to a room for interrogation. They demanded many answers of her, things that were - for the most part - completely irrelevant to charges she faced. Finally, as Anne knew they would, they demanded that Elizabeth confess to her crime, promising she would go free if she would only comply.

'No, Elizabeth! Confess to nothing! They are lying!'

Anne was still not sure if Elizabeth could hear her, but she still seemed to obey every order her mother gave.

"I cannot confess to something I did not do!"

The men circled around her like sharks, waiting for the opportune moment to sink their filthy, leech-like teeth into her, waiting for her to say something - anything that could condemn her. The Earl of Sussex came close to her face, trying to break her demeanor with idle threats, "Your denials are all in vain!"

Another man with a harsh voice tried to pressure her as well, "You know of the rebellion, Madam. You were party to it! It is plain enough."

"Where is your proof?" Elizabeth asked, turning to face the Earl of Sussex.

"It was to your advantage."

"You must let me see the Queen. I must - "

The man with the harsh voice cut her off, "You despise the Queen and the Catholic faith!"

Elizabeth sighed, shaking her head and placing her hands together as if in prayer, apparently trying to calm herself. She placed her hands back down in her lap and stared at the wall in front of her to keep her focus.

"I am a true and faithful subject. I attend Mass - "

The harsh-voiced man cut her off again, "You pretend, but in your heart…"

Elizabeth shook her head, whispering so silently that none could hear her words clearly. The Earl of Sussex demanded, "What's that? What say you, Madam? Speak up!"

A man with a much kinder voice urged her, "Madam, if there is some small truth in these charges, however innocently or unknowingly you did proceed, you had best confess."

Anne rolled her eyes. They were trying to trick her into confessing, admitting that - even if she did so unwillingly - she was guilty of the charges.

'No, Elizabeth. Don't listen to him.'

"I ask you why we must tear ourselves apart for this small question of religion. Catholic and Protestant - "

"Small? You think it small, though it killed your mother?"

Anne's breath caught in her throat. Eighteen years had passed since her death and they still talked of her? And in such a manner? In front of her daughter? Elizabeth was visibly speechless, and slightly paler than she was just moments ago. She began looking around the room at all of her interrogators.

'It's all right, Sweetheart, I'm here now.'

"We all…" Elizabeth tried to speak, "We all believe in God, My Lords."

"No, Madam. There is only one true belief. The other, heresy."

Apparently, they'd had enough of interrogating her, and escorted her forcibly to her dungeon chambers. As Anne caught a glimpse of Elizabeth's chambers just before she was called back to Heaven, she was disheartened to discover that the title of Princess did not allow for more comfortable accommodations, like the title of Queen did.

Anne was unsure how much time had passed before she was permitted to Earth with her daughter once more. Elizabeth had been taken from her chambers and escorted, by Royal Guard, to the Queen's residence at Court. Frightened by the terrors she had seen on her journey, she entered into the room cautiously, closing the secret door with a deafening click. Unsure where the Queen was, but fully aware that Mary was hidden somewhere within the room, Elizabeth dropped into a deep bow and swore her loyalty.

"I am Your Majesty's most humble servant," she stated, her voice quivering slightly. When her half-sister entered the room, Elizabeth began to stand but then thought better of it.

Taking a seat at the circular table in the room and drawing a piece of parchment from it, the Queen commanded, "Come here. Closer, so I might see your face."

Elizabeth did as she was told, kneeling when she was in front of the Queen. Setting the parchment down, Mary grabbed her chin and examined her features, a grudging look plastered about her own.

Pushing Elizabeth's face away, Mary scoffed, "When I look at you, I see nothing of the King, only that whore, your mother. Hmm. My father never did anything so well as to cut off her head."

Anne's temper threatened to flare dangerously at the spoiled bastard before her daughter, and she could feel the same tensions rising within Elizabeth. Remembering her mission, Anne urged, 'Remain calm, my sweet Elizabeth. Do not be intemperate.'

Elizabeth closed her eyes, apparently in an attempt to calm herself, and replied, "Your Majesty forgets he was also my father."

Mary did not like hearing this, and she repositioned her hands, obviously uncomfortable. Apparently Mary had neither the thought nor the talent of hiding her emotions, as her mother had mastered so gracefully when she was alive. Then she spoke, changing the subject, "Why will you not confess your crimes against me?"

"Because, Your Majesty, I have committed none."

The Queen had an air of insanity about her, as if she were being pushed to the edge of her tranquility. She moved like she meant to weep, but then thought better of it, responding, "You speak with such sincerity. I see you are still a consummate actress."

"My husband is gone," she continued, getting from her seat, no longer able to conceal her troubling nerves. "They have poisoned my child. They say it is a tumor."

Surprisingly, Anne actually felt a bit sympathy for the pretending sovereign.

When the Queen sobbed, Elizabeth rose and pronounced, "Madam, you are not well."

"They say this cancer will make you Queen, but they are wrong! Look there!" Mary shouted, pointing towards the parchment she'd held earlier. "It is your death warrant. All I need do is sign it."

Mary had hastened towards Elizabeth in her shouting, and Elizabeth's face had blanched. Anne was, while unnecessary, attempting to breathe, murderous thoughts plaguing her mind.

"Mary, if you sign that paper, you will be murdering your own sister."

'Clever girl,' Anne remarked.

Mary kneeled down to meet with Elizabeth's already kneeling eyes. "You will promise me something?"

As if in affirmation, Elizabeth kissed her sister's hands, after which Mary continued, "When I am gone, you will do everything in your power to uphold the Catholic faith. Do not take away from the people the consolations of the Blessed Virgin, their Holy Mother."

'Promise nothing which compromises you!' Anne warned her daughter as Elizabeth smiled.

"When I am Queen," Elizabeth began, "I promise…to act as my conscience dictates."

"Well, do not think to be Queen at all! You may return to your own house at Hatfield, but you will remain there under arrest until I am recovered."

"Thank you, Your Majesty," Elizabeth said, rising and beginning to make her way to the secret door once more, but Mary stopped her.

"No. Feed her to the wolves. Let her see what they are like," Mary said with a slight chuckle.

Anne had meant to help her daughter, but she was called away again, forced to return to Heaven. She would later be told that Elizabeth had to learn to survive the Court on her own…

Elizabeth sat alone this time when Anne arrived. She look deep in thought, as if she were contemplating something of grave importance. Immediately Anne's ears were enfolded in the sound of large bells ringing out, much like they did for the birth of an heir, a royal wedding or…the death of a monarch! Gasping, Anne looked to her daughter and understood her demeanor. Mary was dead, this was true, but Elizabeth's fate was still so uncertain. Nothing would be assured until the Queen's crown rest on her head, and even then things were still ambiguous.

Her ladies rushed into the room, excitement plainly etched onto their features. They all dropped into quick curtseys before one spoke up - the same lady who had tried to warn Elizabeth of the guards that had come to arrest her.

"My lady, the Earl of Sussex is here."

Elizabeth's face was etched with shock and a slight mix of fear. She raised herself from her seat, walking to the door and grabbing the woman's hand for support. Anne quickly followed behind them, hoping beyond hope that she was right.

They gathered under a large oak tree. The Earl of Sussex and those who had accompanied him, along with Elizabeth's ladies, were amassed in a semicircle around her. Swiftly, the Earl of Sussex approached Anne's daughter and bowed before her as he presented her with the Queen's ring, which she accepted with shaking hands. Then he stepped away from her.

"The Queen is dead," the Earl of Sussex shouted, "Long live the Queen!"

Everyone joined in and shouted in unison, "Long live the Queen!" And then they all bowed to Elizabeth, daughter of King Henry VIII - a lustful lecher and murderer - and Queen Anne Boleyn - a convicted whore and traitor - and, most importantly, Elizabeth, Queen of England. Though her daughter could not see her, Anne bowed lower than all of them, her heart bursting with pride and emotion. It was a glorious day, indeed.

Elizabeth could think of nothing to say, so she recited a Biblical quote instead, "This is the Lord's doing, and it is marvelous in our eyes."

Elizabeth had not needed her mother's guidance that day, but God and the Angels had decided to permit Anne to be in attendance for this wondrous event.

Anne was also allowed to be at her daughter's coronation, something she would not have missed for the world. Henry was there as well, as he had been for the coronations of all his children. Anne could only hope he felt as much pride for Elizabeth as she did.

"To the north, I present to you Elizabeth, your undoubted Queen," a man Anne did not recognise declared, holding the Queen's coronet to the North, before he continued. "To the south, I present to you Elizabeth, your undoubted Queen."

Westminster was full of people gathered to see the coronation of their new Queen. The choir sang beautifully as Anne's daughter - her beautiful daughter - walked the long walk to dais upon which her throne awaited. Her ladies held the long train of her gown, her hair was worn long and cascading down her back, boasting her innocence. When she reached the dais, she ascended the steps, her ladies moving from her, and sat on her throne.

The Archbishop, standing before the people and holding the crown high above him, proclaimed in a steady voice, "I crown thee Elizabeth, Queen of England, Ireland and France."

And then he bestowed the coronet - finally! - on her head and gave Elizabeth her scepter, after which he continued, "God save Your Majesty."

Anne and Henry stayed for the entire coronation and, when everyone exited the Abbey, they remained inside. Henry approached her awkwardly, giving a courteous nod when he reached her. They stood before each other in silence for many moments before Henry collected the courage to speak at last.

"Anne, are you happy?"

She could not help but smile and nod, giggling as she responded, "I am the most happy."

"I am glad," Henry said, smiling back at her and returning her enthusiasm. Then he grabbed her hand, not caring to ask for permission, and kissed it ceremoniously, and then they disappeared together.