A/N: Hey, GreenField's again. This is the first songfic she ever wrote, and she's probably improved since, but you know, you might as well have a read, if you want. Song is Mr Brightside, by The Killers (one of my favourite songs of all time!), set in 1535.
I'm coming out of my cage
And I've been doing just fine
Gotta gotta be down
Because I want it all
Anne danced slowly and purposefully, making sure that whichever way she turned she could still see the King and the pretty little blonde he had become so attached to. It was her first full night at court since the incident with her unborn child. She needed to win back the King's love.
It started out with a kiss
How did it end up like this?
It was only a kiss, it was only a kiss
Anne had only seen Henry kiss the girl once, and that so long ago – how had he suddenly become so infatuated with her when she was the exact opposite of Anne herself?
Now I'm falling asleep
And she's calling a cab
While he's having a smoke
And she's taking a drag
Now they're going to bed
And my stomach is sick
And it's all in my head
But she's touching his chest
Now, he takes off her dress
Now, letting me go
Anne tried to stop the vile images from flooding her mind, but she thought that she might go mad with the difficulty of doing so. Thoughts and pictures rushed through her brain, moving faster and faster, getting more and more confusing...
And I just can't look - it's killing me
And taking control
Jealousy, turning saints into the sea
Turning through sick lullabies
Choking on your alibis
But it's just the price I pay
Destiny is calling me
Open up my eager eyes
'Cause I'm Mr Brightside
She tried desperately to think of more positive thoughts. He had taken mistresses before, of course, but this girl was different. He had lied to her, she had found him sitting with that shameless harlot perched on his knee, so sweet and innocent. But she was his Anne. He had torn the country apart for her, his true love, he could not fail her now.
I'm coming out of my cage
And I've been doing just fine
Gotta gotta be down
Because I want it all
It started out with a kiss
How did it end up like this?
It was only a kiss, it was only a kiss
Maybe he had heard about her kissing Mark and this was his revenge? But it had just been one little kiss, so insignificant, and surely now, this kiss of his would be insignificant too?
Now I'm falling asleep
And she's calling a cab
While he's having a smoke
And she's taking a drag
Now they're going to bed
And my stomach is sick
And it's all in my head
But she's touching his chest
Now, he takes off her dress
Now, letting me go
Anne could picture it so easily, though, Henry taking the petite blonde just as hungrily and eagerly as he had once taken Anne herself when she had given up her body to him. But this girl was playing the same game, using the same tricks – George said that the girl was also refusing to lie with him. What sort of woman ever refused the King, other than Anne herself?
'Cause I just can't look - it's killing me
And taking control
Jealousy, turning saints into the sea
Turning through sick lullabies
Choking on your alibis
But it's just the price I pay
Destiny is calling me
Open up my eager eyes
'Cause I'm Mr Brightside
It would all be fine, it had to be. Anne was Queen of England, for God's sake, no-one could ever harm her, no-one could bring her down. She was his Anne! But the girl...she was a problem. What was her name?
I never...
I never...
I never...
I never...
Jane Seymour.