A/N: Hey, this is Greenfield's. I warn you now, I am about to upload all the songfics that she has scattered throughout my account, so you may find yourself suddenly flooded with emails. If you've subscribed, that is ;). The song used is All The Right Moves by One Republic, and it's a kind of strange songfic with the advice that someone should have given Anne – it might have kept her safe.
All the right friends in all the right places
So yeah, we're going down
They've got
All the right moves in all the right faces
So yeah, we're going down
You may be a Queen now, Anne, but this isn't over. The fight isn't over. You've still got enemies. You've got to be prepared to fight for your life just like you fought for this marriage, for this coronation. You and all the people closest to you, all the people you love, you've got to watch your back – else the next time you look there'll be a knife sticking out of it. You and George and Mary, you've got to stick together.
Let's paint the picture
Of the perfect place
They've got it better then when anyone's told ya
They'll be the King of Hearts, and you're the Queen of Spades
Then we'll fight for you like we were your soldiers
Yes, you think it's perfect now. You carry the heir to the throne of England, everyone who is everyone is here celebrating your coronation. But what if it's a girl, Anne? Have you even begun to think of that? You've got your enemies – the people closest to Henry, like Suffolk and that ambassador Chapuys. And More. There's still Thomas More to contend with. They'll watch you fall and they'll laugh about it. They might even have a party and drink too much wine and laugh at the upstart Anne Boleyn. But you do have the people on your side. George, Mary, Mark, Harry Norris, maybe your Father. You have your own army.
I know we've got it good
But they've got it made
And the grass is getting greener each day
I know things are looking up, but soon they'll take us down
Before anybody's knowing our name
They've got...
Yes, life is good. You're pregnant with an heir, a strong heir who beats at your insides with his little fists and fat feet. Your reformation has worked, not that Cromwell seems as enthusiastic about it as he used to be. Maybe he'll turn against you too, Anne. Maybe one day he'll get rid of you somehow, exile you to France, poison your dinner, and then Henry will marry again and no-one will ever even think of poor Nan Bullen.
All the right friends in all the right places
So yeah, we're going down
They've got
All the right moves in all the right faces
So yeah, we're going down
They say
Everybody knows, everybody knows where we're going
Yeah, we're going down
They say
Everybody knows, everybody knows where we're going
Yeah, we're going down
They whisper about it when they think you aren't listening, Anne. They say that the King doesn't love you as much as he did when he fought for this divorce. They say that over those six years of waiting and demanding and excommunication he started to lose interest in you – but he married you so that he wouldn't look like a fool, for all the pain and effort he'd gone through. I don't believe that for a second, Anne, and neither should you, but they still say it. You can't stop them from talking.
Do you think I'm special?
Do you think I'm nice?
Am I bright enough to shine in your spaces?
Between the noise you hear, and the sounds you like
Are we just sinking the ocean of faces?
It can't be possible... the rain can fall
Only when it's over our heads.
The sun is shining everyday, but it's far away.
Over the world that's dead.
You let George in, you always let him in. He's your brother, your twin soul, your best friend. He knows all your thoughts and fears. He knows more about you than Henry ever could. But he just fades away in the rest of the crowd at court. History won't remember him like they remember you. Or will they remember you? You need to keep on shining, you and George, keep being a Queen. You need to be a good Queen, and bear an heir, and you'll become immortal.
They've got, they've got...
All the right friends in all the right places
So yeah, we're going down
They've got
All the right moves in all the right faces
So yeah, we're going down
They say
Everybody knows, everybody knows where we're going
Yeah, we're going down
They say
Everybody knows, everybody knows where we're going
Yeah, we're going down
You think about that, all the advice you got from your Father, from your Mother, from your sister and brother and friends. You think you don't need them anymore, because you're special now. Don't make that mistake. You need them.
It don't matter what you see
I know I could never be
Someone that'll look like you.
It don't matter what you say
I know I could never fake
Someone that could sound like you.
All the right friends in all the right places
So yeah, we're going down
They've got
All the right moves in all the right faces
So yeah, we're going down
So now smile, raise your head high. Watch as your husband dances around the hall with a pretty new lady that looks like you did, once, what seems like forever ago. Now you wear the same compliant, steady smile that she did before you, that Katherine did, whenever she saw Henry dancing with you. Be like her, Anne, ignore his affairs, ignore his mistresses. If you ignore them they fade into nothing – they don't have your stamina, Anne, they can't hold on like you. This is your coronation, and don't forget it, but don't abuse your position either.
They say
Everybody knows, everybody knows where we're going
Yeah, we're going down
They say
Everybody knows, everybody knows where we're going
Yeah, we're going down
Yeah, we're going down
All the right moves... hey
Yeah we're going down
They say
All the right moves... hey
Yeah we're going down
Don't forget this, Anne. You're going to need this.