A/N: Hey, it's me, GreenField. I went to see Les Miserables the other night – that is one amazing show! - and have been planning this one for a while anyway, so I decided there's no better time to write it than now. Song is I Dreamed a Dream from Les Miserables, pairing is Anne/Henry Percy. Please review!

Anne sat alone in her old bedchamber at Hever. Her luggage was still littered around her, trunks filled with dresses, shoes, books...things to keep her amused for as long as she was stuck here. She still couldn't believe what this past week had done to her, to her dreams of a perfect future with the man she loved. Last week she had married Henry Percy, heir to the Duke of Northumberland, in secret, and they had been happy, true in their love and convinced that it would be allowed to last.

Yesterday, Cardinal Wolsey had ended it all, and exiled her to Hever for an indeterminable amount of time.

She was not allowed to ever see Harry again.

I dreamed a dream in time gone by
When hope was high
And life worth living
I dreamed that love would never die
I dreamed that God would be forgiving

Oh, and how she had hoped! She had loved Harry, despite what the Cardinal and even her sister had believed – she was a grasping, insolent girl who wanted Harry for his money and the title she would gain. Of course, she liked the ring of it- Lady Anne Percy, Duchess of Northumberland – but God would forgive her for that little hint of greediness, when her deeper motives were so pure and true. She had always been told to marry for position; love came second. Well, this time she had done both! She had chosen love first, yes, but along with it had come one of the wealthiest positions in England! Why was her father so angry? Why had the King ordered the Cardinal to stop the marriage?

Then I was young and unafraid
And dreams were made and used and wasted
There was no ransom to be paid
No song unsung, no wine untasted

They had met for the first time at the masque of the Chateau Vert. Harry had 'rescued' her from her tinfoil tower, and they had danced the night away. She had not known who he was when she gazed into his eyes, all she could see of his face covered by the golden mask. His eyes were warm, hazel flecked with green, sometimes almost golden...and his golden hair, his chiselled jaw. Her own eyes, black as night, her own hair, her own beauty, seemed so inferior once she had set eyes upon this angel. They spent all that night together, and from that moment on she dreamed of marrying him, and he her. They whispered that they loved each other one night a month later, hidden away in the palace maze, and he had kissed her for the first time. He asked her to marry him there and then, and she said yes, of course.

But the tigers come at night
With their voices soft as thunder
As they tear your hope apart
As they turn your dream to shame

Then the King had heard of the match. Anne still wasn't entirely sure how he had found out, only that once he had, he didn't like it. And then it was left to Wolsey, that smug, pompous oaf, to tell her that she was not worthy, that she was just a courtier's daughter, a whore's sister, a nobody with gripping black eyes that had tricked Harry into marriage. A marriage that now did not exist.

Anne grasped at her ring finger, where the gold band had sat for so short an amount of time. If she closed her eyes and thought hard, she could feel the cold metal against her skin, that symbol of their love.

He slept a summer by my side
He filled my days with endless wonder
He took my childhood in his stride
But he was gone when autumn came

Their first and only summer together would be a time she would remember forever. She had felt as though she wasn't worthy of him or his love, had told him so, but he insisted that he loved her and her humble origins would not change that. She had believed him she still did – it was others who had considered her unworthy. But Harry had loved her, had not left her side all that summer. He had been her only dancing partner, her most successful suitor, a giver of little gifts that she still had with her, hidden in the folds of her gowns. He had befriended her beloved brother in order to please her, paid court to her sister, regally acknowledged her parents. He had done so much for her.

But when the season fled, so did he; not brave enough to stand up to the King, the Cardinal and his father all at once, he had given her up as if she had never mattered to him at all, and it was that that hurt the most, like a cold knife stabbed into her heart.

And still I dream he'll come to me
That we will live the years together
But there are dreams that cannot be
And there are storms we cannot weather

Despite his betrayal, she still longed for him to come to her. Looking out of her bedroom window at the rolling fields of her childhood home, she pictured him riding up to her door, whisking her away on a dappled grey stallion and taking her home to his castle, where she would be both his loving wife and his Duchess, the mother of his children, the angel in his bed...

But he would not come. Not after what they had been through with those all powerful men who had denied them their happiness.

And she, Anne Boleyn, once Lady Anne Percy, would never truly love again.

I had a dream my life would be
So different from this hell I'm living
So different now from what it seemed
Now life has killed the dream I dreamed.