May 20th, 1528
~Cecily's POV~
Things have been going great these pass few years.
I decided to stay in England for a bit to keep watching out for Anne, and so my vision would come true how Selene predicted. Not that Annie needed it. Uncle Henry and her are madly in love. But the council refuses to budge on allowing Uncle Henry his rejection ceremony, despite what Katherine tried to do to Anne two more than years ago, and Katherine tries to make Anne's life miserable every chance she gets.
Despite the council, Anne and Uncle Henry don't even attempt to hide their bond, although they have too pretend to be ignorant, especially for the humans that live in London. They have the support of my home country of Scotland and, soon, France (as Selene tells me), but that has yet to become useful yet. Selene tells me to be patient.
Also, Uncle Henry has decided to give Anne's father an Earldom in Wiltshire in a year, but I know he wants more. As in a dukedom, like his brother in law, Uncle Norfolk, aka Thomas Howard. Of course Anne's father does, that greedy bastard.
I had just arrived back from Scotland after getting a horrid vision of Anne losing all her color as she lied in a sick bed. It had drove me to the point of rushing over without eating or drinking anything, making drop drown coughing, physically unable to stop. Anne and I were reunited this morning and to say she was relived would be an understatement.
She was kissing me all over my face, hugging me tightly, no doubt that she was scared I'd disappear, and thanking the Goddess for sparing me, she even called me her beloved little wolf, which hand made me laugh and nuzzle into her farther. I had truly missed her.
Uncle Henry soon returned for her and they left me to get used to being back in England after two months in Scotland getting to know my biological family.
In fact they just went for a ride to meet with the French ambassador. But Henry and Anne still aren't back yet and the palace is in pure chaos! Everyone is terrified. The Sweat has come to England. Selene says it's a test of some sort. But for what?
I catch a whiff of Anne's scent and call out for her. I try to go to her, but I'm quickly knocked down. Anne rushes to me and helps me up, hugging me up tight.
"Anne!" Uncle Henry's voice calls. We look to see him being corralled away from us by humans.
It was then I thought of my vision. 'Nan!' I think worried. I pull her into court. I have to get her in my rooms.
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June 16th, 1528
It was advised that I take it easy after that scare, even now, but I wanted to help my sister. And relieve some of the omegas from her clutches.
It's a little past seven in the night, about an hour and a half after we (me and the Boleyn's) had all eaten together. We didn't have to worry about dying if we got sick because of our wolves. They would definitely heal us.
While eating, I had smelled something off about her food, so I slapped it away, but mine seemed fine. My wolf was exhausted, but she was not to exhausted to not sense something wrong with Anne's food. Again, probably the gamma instincts. She had already tasted a minimal amount, and I was sure that would haunt me later.
Now, I'm starting to realize how right I was. I was getting dizzy. So dizzy, I couldn't truly see straight. And I couldn't reach Celeste. I had a feeling Anne couldn't reach Stormy either. I shakily cry out quietly from dizziness.
Anne, unsurprisingly, notices something clearly wrong with me and asks with a clear worry in her voice, "Child, what is it?"
A sickening feeling washes over me. I know exactly what's wrong.
"It's nothing Annie, it's just a dizzy spell." I lie. It's wolfsbane along with something else. I wanted to keep her calm, no idea why--she's not pregnant or anything, I would have heard something about it--but it was an overwhelming need.
She chuckles half-heartedly and says, "Well, come here." I immediately unwillingly back away. Assumably the gamma in me's work.
"No, I really don't think that's a good idea. I still feel dizzy. I think I might have the sweat." I whimper. Not technically a lie, but not technically the truth. I knew I did. Wolfsbane had simply made my immune system weak and allowed me to catch it.
"No, gentle child," She giggles. She walks over to me and touches me saying, "it's just a headache. No more than that." I immediately flinch at her touch. I have to get her away from me before she gets sick. I take her hands to try to calm her worry.
"It's not. How can you not see it? I have... I have pains in my... in my stomach!" I say laboredly, genuinely panicking. My hands try to get out of her grip. "Is that not a sign?" I drop hard on the floor, and follows carefully to protect herself from falling to hard, probably not wanting to cause Henry pain. "How can you deny it?! I'm going to die."
"No! You're not going to die. No, listen to me," She says. She cups my cheeks and confidently says, "you're not going to die."
She holds her arms out and, says quietly, "Okay? Come mere." I hug her, and she wraps her arms around me tightly whispering in my ear, "There. Shhhh." I cry in her arms, scared. 'Who'll watch out for her if I die?' I think.
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~Anne's POV~
"How do you feel?" Papa asks not as cold as usual, but there was still no concern. He was just trying to break the silence, but I was too worried about Cecily. She was being taken home to Hever, per her request, in a different carriage.
Henry had allowed us his pack doctor, Dr. William Butts. She was his niece after all, and Margret would probably kill him if something happened to her. I was so relieved at this.
What also worries me is I have not been able to hear Storm. Not since dinner.
"I feel fine Papa." I say, sparing him a brief glance, not fulling lying but not fully telling the truth.
"Are you sure?" He asks. My vision bolts to him, but I don't speak. I let the silence consume us. For a full minute.
"What are you saying?" I ask, slightly aggravated, but not yelling. He looks away from me. My aggravation grows, making me half yell, "Because of Cecily I'm certain to be contaminated?!"
"No. Of course not." He says looking back to me.
I look away with a quiet huff. 'Good.' I thought. Better that he knew when to shut his mouth to me.
I let the silence consume us again, but soon I find myself unable to breathe. I start to laboredly breathe. Which does not go unnoticed.
"What is it?" Papa demands with a tone I can't quite place.
"I can't breathe." I say quietly as I try to move around to find air, but still struggling.
"What?!" He demands after a moment as I try to pull at my corset. I know it's futile, but I'm panicking.
I sigh and look away, but breathe escapes me again. "What's wrong?"
I look to him and say nervously shaking my head, "I can't breathe! Stop the coach!"
He bangs on the roof and shouts, "Halt!"
"Stop the coach!" I order panickedly.
They finally stop and I get out to walk back to Hever, grunting. I thought the air would do some good for me.
"Anne?" Father calls after me, but I barely hear him over the sound of my loud gasp for air. I walk away, still struggling to breathe and getting more and more terrified.
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One Week Later
~Cecily's POV~
I had made a full recovery a few days ago.
Flashback
Gorge was at my side when I woke up.
"Gorge." I weakly whisper. He cups my cheek and I lean into it, letting Celeste peep out to lick his hand. He laughs.
"You're alright! Oh, praise Selene, you're alright." He says pulling me into his embrace. It was then I had realized Anne wasn't there. I look around the room as a worried frown creeps it's way onto my face.
"Where is Annie?" I ask worriedly. Gorge explains to me that Doctor Butts has told him explained it is grim, that Anne will most likely not recover. He also said Henry had been informed and all that we could do for her now was pray.
Back to reality
So that is exactly what I did. I planted myself at her side as soon as I was well enough and I refuse to get up. Just siting at her bedside praying, just watching as she got worse and worse.
It hurts like hell, but Selene tells me that there's no way she's letting Anne, her chosen queen die, but I think it's a moot point by now. I don't know if there's anything even she can do. My Anne's too far gone.
Celeste has either been whimpering about Anne or apologizing to me. She was always my fiercest protector, as she was for everyone she loved, but she was too exhausted to notice anything wrong. So I shut her out. I don't need her guilt on top of mine.
Gorge has the servers bring me food, but it mostly goes untouched. So I'm making myself weak again, but I refuse to take my eyes off her for even a second.
'Sing to her, talk to her. Let her hear your voice.' The Goddess says.
"Anne,... I don't know if you can hear me, or if you're even there. But if you are, please answer my humblest prayer." I sing softly. It feels weird so I stop, saying, "Oh forget that." I sigh and stoke her hand saying, "Please Anne... you have to wake up." I put her hand on my cheek. "Please, don't make me and Henry have to live in a world without you in it."
I kiss her hand and I suddenly feel her stir. I look at her. She weak, but she's awake. My happiness flows into my voice as I happily cry, "Anne! Your alright!" I jump on to her, lightly hugging her neck. I look to one of the maids from the castle and say, "Go get Gorge."
She goes throughout Hever like this, until I hear Gorge say, "Send for the master."
"My Lord, My Lord." I hear the maid say as Gorge shouts out, "Papa! Papa, come quickly!"
Gorge soon joins us in the room, bowing his head down in prayer. "Gorge." Anne says happily, but soon Thomas enters.
"Praise be to the Goddess and to God." He says looking up. He looks at Anne and strokes her hair. "Do you know what you've done child? You've risen from the dead. Now you can see the King again. It can be just as before."
I growl. He must be joking. Anne, HIS DAUGHTER, only narrowly escaped death and that's all he cares about?!
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One Week Later
~Anne's POV~
I read Henry's last letter for the tenth time as I wait for him on our hill in the wilderness section of court for him.
Thanks be to God, my own darling, you are saved and the plague is abated.
The legged that we most desired arrived in Paris at Sunday or Monday last. I trust by next Monday to hear of his arrival in Calais.
And then I trust that, within a while, to enjoy what I have so longed for. To God's pleasure and our own.
No more to you now my darling for lack of time. But I would that you were my arms or I in yours. For I think it long since I kissed you.
(God meaning the Goddess. He's tying to be careful to not reveal werewolves to humans. Writing a letter directly using the word 'Goddess' and the wrong person gets their hands on it would provide evidence to make people think he was a heretic and possibly blow the secrect).
Before I can read anymore, I am taken out of my trance by the sound of hooves approaching and smell his amazing scent. I look to see Henry riding through towards me.
I stand up next to my horse, smiling longingly at him. He hurriedly dismounts, tying up his horse and I start making my way towards him. He rounds the corner, smiling brightly at me and we walk just quickly enough to each other.
Right before we finally get to each other, I longingly pant and we throw our arms around each other smashing together into a passionate kiss, making a wave of pleasureful sparks break out all over my body.
I put everything into that kiss. The pain of not seeing him, the longing I have felt for his strong arms to be around me. He lightly picks me up, but refuses to let me come up for air. Our hands run all over the place as each of us give a moan, mine slightly louder.
His lips move down, letting me come up for air and I give him a playful smile as his lips refuse to leave my skin. I kiss back a second late and he pulls me pack, stroking my hair and staring at me. He kisses my cheek making me gasp and slam my lips back on his.
He picks me up immediately and spins me, without removing his lips from mine.
We lightly laugh and kiss again briefly. I burry myself in him, feeling the tingles all through out my body. He puts his arms around me, looks up, and says, "Thank you!" He leans into me and says, "Thank you, Selene!" He grips my hair and I quietly sigh in happiness looking at him and smiling.
He kisses me again twice, hard as he strokes my hair, making sparks erupt all over my body.
We look at each other with nothing but love. I hum in contentment and we both lean in to kiss yet again, making me moan. He laughs when we pull away, holding me close to his heart. I throw my arms around him laughing making Henry burry himself in my hair.