March 1534 passes uneventfully, but no one has come forward. Mum, Mummy, and I have no work to do. Almost everyone from Anne's household is missing. "Where is everyone?" Mummy asks. "I haven't seen anyone about."
"They might have returned home as there is no queen to serve," Mum says. "Maybe we should do the same."
It would make sense. We currently have no place at Court, so why are we here?

As we walk through the gardens, we spot the King. "Sarah Jane, Ruby, Emma," he calls, "More has been captured."
What of the others? Are they safe? Where are they? Where was More when he was captured?
"Where was he?" Mum asks.
"Fleeing north to Scotland. The knights who arrested him saw the others heading closer to Scotland, but they deemed it better to return with one prisoner than to risk losing him while pursuing the others."

"What will happen to him?" Mummy asks.
"You cannot have forgotten the act already."
I think about the act daily. Have the others heard of it? If so, why are they not here, swearing their loyalty to the king? I know they all have reasons to hate him, but it's better to go with the history we know than risk it all for something unknown.

"What are you three doing?" He asks.
"Not much," Mummy says. "We mostly find ourselves walking around."
"We explored most of the grounds," Mum says, "and I found some places that I would like to paint in the summer."
"I will see if I can get Holbein to lend you an easel."
"Thank you, Your Majesty."

King Henry takes much interest in my parents—I hope he's not thinking of marrying either of them. I don't want anything to happen to them. However, he's talking to Mum more than Mummy. Mummy hangs back and waits for me to catch up. "Are you okay?" She links her arm through mine.
"I'm worried about the others. If More is caught, they might not be far from arresting everyone else."
Mummy nods. "I know it is difficult."
She doesn't need to say anything else. All of us find it difficult. I wouldn't be surprised if King Henry is more stressed than us.

As we continue walking through the grounds, we see a group walking towards us. As they approach, I realise I recognise them—Cranmer, Cromwell, Thomas Boleyn, George Boleyn, Jane Seymour, Jane Boleyn, and Margaret Lee. The seven approach us, and either bow or curtsey.
"Your Majesty," Cranmer says. "We are deeply regretful that we have sinned against you. We will forever hold that shame and guilt in our hearts."
"If you regret your actions, why have you waited until now?" King Henry's eyes narrow.

No one meets his gaze. "Anne has a strict hold over everyone," Cromwell says. "It had only been a few days ago that we could leave."
"And who else knows of your deception?"
"Maria and your children."
King Henry walks over to them. "Rise. You are all forgiven."
The group rises. Jane, Rocky, and Maggie run over and embrace me. Cranmer, Cromwell, and Thomas shake hands with the king. George hovers between the two groups, looking between us.

That evening, King Henry calls me to the council chamber. "Your Majesty." I curtsey to him and survey everyone in the room. The entirety of the Privy Council is present. "Why have you summoned me?"
"You know how history is supposed to go. While you are a woman, your knowledge will be valuable."
I think I can see where King Henry is going. He will want me to join the Privy Council. I would be the first woman to hold such a high office, but it will mean I will be unable to serve a future queen. Is that something I should risk?
"What are you asking of me, Your Majesty?"
"I want you to have a place on my Privy Council."

It will be a great achievement. However, King Henry will only want me for what I can offer him, not for my talent in politics (which is non-existent). However, I must word my decision carefully. "I am honoured that you want me on the Privy Council, Your Majesty, but I have other duties history requires me to fulfil."
"I understand, Mistress Emma. However, there is no queen present right now. Until that happens, you are more than welcome to join my Privy Council."
"Very well, Your Majesty, then I shall accept the position."

Cranmer and Cromwell move further apart, and I sit between them. "Now we have that sorted," King Henry says, "I want to propose a new law to come into effect by November. It will by the Act of Supremacy."

I recognise this law. While I recognise the name and remember that Bishop Fisher and Thomas More will get executed for it, how much of it is true? More is already in the Tower. How many others will find themselves executed for this act?

We begin discussing it. "Your Majesty," Cranmer rises. "If I may make a suggestion?"
"Go ahead."
"Maybe we should also make a Treason Act."
"That would be a good idea," I agree. "Your Majesty, a Treason Act will mean that people cannot harm you, your queen consort, or your heirs. It will keep the royal family safe."
King Henry nods. "We will need to word this carefully. There is one last law I want to put into effect by the end of the year." He slams a piece of paper onto the table. "Cranmer, I want you to read this out."

Cranmer takes the paper and begins reading. "Your Majesty, I do not think I should—"
"Read it!"
Cranmer looks down at the paper. "Your Majesty, a Qetesh named Ruby White is killing—"
Ruby White? As in my mum, Ruby White? I jump up. "Are they referring to my mother?"
"A bit hard to say; there could be multiple Qetesh with the name Ruby White. How many do you know?"

One. But it can't be Mum. She's working on getting better, and she hasn't killed anyone since she arrived on Earth! Is someone trying to get her arrested—or worse?