AN: For KingdomHeartsNerd, who was desperate for me to do a George Boleyn/Princess Blanche pairing. Song is Candice Night's Call It Love.

I'm standing here
Watching the waves break on the sand,
Holding your hand, and wondering if there was a time'
When I felt more comfortable.
I could conquer the world with you by my side.

Blanche Boleyn nee Tudor leaned against her new husband's shoulder, her hand slipped trustingly into his. They were looking out of the window of the Lieutenant's Tower in Dublin Port, listening to the waves crashing on to the harbour walls beneath them.

Blanche took off her hood and shook out her hair, radiant with a confidence she had never shown before. Purring with contentment, she nestled closer to George. He looked down at her, running his fingers through her hair with a slight smile. Suddenly, however, he paused. His fingers stilled in her hair and he let out a soft sigh.

In an instant, Blanche was drawing away from him, spinning around, catching his hands in hers, "What is it? George? Darling. What is it?"

"Have we done the right thing? Marrying, I mean? It was so quick. I barely thought. And Elizabeth's going to be so furious. Can we really stand up to her? You might have been Queen of France, Blanche? Queen of France and the Queen of England's most beloved sister. Instead…instead, you're just a disobedient Countess. Are you sure this is what you want? Wouldn't you rather be a Queen?"

Blanche almost gasped at George's outpouring of emotion. He'd been quiet in the last day or two, but she hadn't guessed that he might be thinking anything close to this. She had to pull him out of this. She had to. She loved him; she couldn't have him doubting that love. Not even for an instant. Not if they were to stand against her sister.

She cupped her hand around his cheek, turning his head down so that he was forced to meet her eye. "No," she whispered, stroking his flesh tenderly, "Because then I wouldn't be your White Rose anymore, would I?"

"But you'd be Elizabeth's sister."

"I still am, George. I still am. The same blood runs in our veins. Nothing and no one can change that. But being her sister doesn't mean I don't want to be your White Rose. And I do. I know I do."

We've gone down so many lonely roads,
Searched for what we know was right around the corner.
And I knew from the time I saw your face,
From our first embrace,
That you were the one.

Blanche drew George to lie down within the space offered by the window embrasure, arranging him so that he was resting his head in her lap as she sat with her back against the wall.

"And I owe you so much," she crooned, "You've brought me out of myself. Don't you remember what I used to be like, George? I was so shy. I scarcely dared move whenever I went to Court, for fear of bringing Father's wrath down on my head. I didn't know how I was ever going to run Ireland; impose my authority upon it so that the chieftains would be loyal to Bessie. You taught me that. Bessie and Lady Bryan might have taught me to be a Princess, but you taught me to be a Stateswoman. You've been my Knight; my Knight in shining armour, ever since the St George's Day Joust; when you asked for my favour rather than my sister's. And the day you fought that Irish Chieftain for my honour. What was his name? Adain McBrion? I think that was the day I first loved you; really loved you; loved you the way my sister loves Edward. You're my glorious Champion and you always will be. Bessie will understand that. Eventually. Just stay strong, darling. Stay strong and we'll persuade her. We'll be back at Court, recognised as husband and wife and as openly favoured as ever. Just stay strong. For me. Please."

We could call it luck,
We could call it fate,
We could call it heart's desire,
We could call it a dream even though we're wide awake-
Let's just call it love.

I feel like
I've known you my whole life.
Every day and night was made just for us.
I don't know what I ever did before
You walked through my door and changed my whole life

It was enough. George tensed in her lap and Blanche smiled. She'd done enough. She could feel him squaring his shoulders even through the thick fabric of her velvet gown. Sure enough, when his eyes flickered open, she could read the new determination in them. He loved her; he loved her and would stand by her. No matter what the future might hold. No matter what.

"My White Rose," he murmured huskily, "My beautiful White Rose. What would I do without you?"

"You don't have to worry about that," Blanche promised, "You can have me and hold me for just as long as we both shall live. I promised you that once and I'll promise it again. I'll promise it however many times you need me to. I promise."

George chuckled lowly, "I'll hold you to that, Rosebud," he mock-threatened, rolling off her lap before reaching up and pulling her down on top of him so that he could crush their lips together.

The smothered peal of laughter that escaped her mouth and vibrated against his own as he did so was the sweetest thing he had ever heard.

We could call it luck,
We could call it fate,
We could call it heart's desire,
We could call it a dream even though we're wide awake-
Let's just call it love.
Let's Just call it love, I'd like to call it love
Let's Just call it love, I'd like to call it love