Isabella glanced at the amount of elegant materials displayed for her choosing. Some had elegant embroidery of lace and gemstones, and she even believed some embellishments were of small diamonds. They were a gift from the King, to be made into dresses suited for a noble lady in the Queen's service. Obviously, Catherine knew of the gift as she mentioned it to Isabella.

Isabella felt slightly foolish. She had wanted to return the fabrics, but she knew it would not suit as the King may find it offensive. Her fingers stroke the Opals, which were displayed around her neck, another gift from the King. The stones were cut, smoothed, and shined to perfection, hefty in weight. The Opals were connected on a silver chain with diamonds. It was a beautiful piece of jewellery, much more elegant than Isabella's other jewels.

"If you did not want the King's attention, you should have refused his gifts." Her sister, Grace, stated from where she sat, a book in her lap. "He will take this as acceptance to courtship."

"The King does not wish to court me, sister. He has the Lady Anne Boleyn for that." Isabella replied, waving off her sister's comment. "We are simply on friendly terms, that is all."

"You are fool to think that, Isabella." She scoffs, rolling her eyes. "A man, especially a King, does not give gifts of elegant fabrics, furs, and jewels to his friends."

"Enough, Grace." Lord De Angelo scolded, taking Isabella by the hand. "The King has not overstepped beyond friendship with Isabella. He asked her to dine with him this evening with my presence, but she declined."

Isabella handed the King's pageboy several fabrics of deep blues, greens, and reds to be sent to the seamstress to be made into dresses for the seasons. Placing a small peck on the letter he delivered, she asked him to send it back along with the bag of gold coins, stating that she had enough and the coins should be given to those less fortunate on her behalf.

It had been several days since the walk in the gardens, rumours speculated throughout the nobles, low and high of the King been seen with someone other than Anne Boleyn, but none knew who the other woman was. The Boleyns and Norfolk did damage control, putting most rumours to rest but they knew they had to do something about the De Angelo girl, otherwise their plan to place Anne on the English throne will be all for nought.

It was not long before both women crossed paths, Isabella was walking with the younger ladies of the Queen's court and they came across Anne Boleyn, walking with Madge Sheldon and Jane Parker, and those in the Queen's court whispered as Anne boldly wore a dress of dark blue almost purple with elegant designs.

Anne stopped in front of Isabella, her dark eyes staring as if trying to intimidate her. "Lady De Angelo."

Isabella gave a brief curtsey. "Mistress Boleyn."

Anne shifted her attention to the Opals displayed around Isabella's neck. "Such a beautiful necklace."

"Thank you. It was a gift, from His majesty."

Anne's eyes narrowed, stepping closer to the woman, wanting nothing more than to rip the necklace from Isabella's neck. "It is nothing more than a collar. A pretty, jewelled piece, but a collar none the less. It allows everyone to know that you are the King's whore and he is in heat."

Isabella arched an eyebrow. "Are you speaking from experience, Lady Anne?" She asked, her tone cheerful and light. "Did you not also accepted gifts from the King in your response for him to court you as his Mistress?"

"I am not the King's Mistress."

"Nor am I." Isabella replied with a smile. "His majesty and I are on friendly terms, that is all. Does his majesty need to ask for your permission for who he can and can not be friends with?"

Silence fell over the court, Isabella smirked as she hit a nerve with Anne Boleyn. "Pray excuse me, Mistress Boleyn, Lord Rochford, Lady Sheldon, Lady Jane. I am needed elsewhere."

Giving another brief curtsey, Isabella quickened her steps towards the Queen's chambers. She slowed her walk down as Henry came into view.

Isabella dropped into a deep curtsey. "Your majesty."

"Lady Isabella, how is my wife?"

Isabella rose to her feet. "Her majesty is in good health and spirits. We simply returned from morning prayer and are about to break for fast. Mayhaps your majesty would care to join?"

Henry thought for a few moments, instantly noticing Anne approaching quickly, with George close behind. "Mayhaps another time."

"I shall inform her majesty." Isabella replied, going into another deep curtsey, enough for him to notice that she was wearing his gift. "I shall take my leave, with your permission, your majesty."

Isabella rose to her feet again. As Henry waved her off, she felt his eyes on her until she was out of view.

"Your majesty."

Henry shifted his attention to Anne, who was in a deep curtsey, allowing him to peer down her cleavage.

Usually, the noble woman of his court followed the fashions of the most influential woman in the King's court, and as of right now, that woman was Anne Boleyn.

He took notice of the bold choice of clothing she wore. The dress was made of deep blue, almost purple silk with embroidered flowers lining the sleeves with white fur at the hem.

The square shaped neckline made it easy for the corset to amplify her bosom, and the Frech hood of matching fabric sat upon her elegant curls.

"Lady Anne."

Schooling her expressions, Anne was slightly taken aback as Henry did not call her 'Sweetheart'.

She watched as the King walked away without looking back, annoyance danced across her face.

"What happened? Have you lost favour with the King?"

"Hush, George." Anne replied. "His majesty and I are to dine tonight, his majesty loves me. No matter how many women try to get his attention, I have the King's heart. And soon, I shall have the Queen's crown."

Henry noticed that Anne was barely eating the food placed in front of her, nor did she drink.

Was this a ploy to get him to worry about her health and wellbeing?

"Sweetheart, what ails you?"

Annoyance crept across her face, her eyes instantly watered. It had made Henry feel a little guilty for upsetting her - even though he had no idea what he had done. "You promised there would be no one else."

"What?"

Her dark eyes glanced up from her plate. "Mistresses! You promised not to take another as long as I hold any love for you. You promised!"

Henry arched an eyebrow downing his wine. Of course, those rumours would circle his court.

"And I have kept that promise, Anne. I have yet to take a Mistress. Who has told you this?"

Anne's hold on the fork tightened. "Everyone knows you gifted Lady Isabella De Angelo jewels and fabrics, she was flaunting that Opal necklace at court. You were also seen walking with her in the gardens."

"Am I not allowed to gift those I consider my friends?"

"She does not wish to be your friend. She wishes to warm your bed and replace me."

"Anne..."

"I want her gone." Anne pleaded, huffing with annoyance. "I want her gone from court, please, Henry, do this one thing for me."

"You forget your place, madam!" Anger danced across his face. "You do not tell me what to do, Anne. I am the King of England and you are my subject."

Sensing that all of her and her family's work almost went up in flames, Anne schooled her emotions and swallowed her pride. "Forgive me, your majesty. I... I overstepped and do not know what I was thinking."

That had soothed his anger slightly, but Anne now had to tread carefully to avoid angering him further.

"It just hurts to know that I can be so easily replaced when I have loved you for so long."

"Lady Isabella De Angelo will never be my mistress, Anne."

Anne would pray that night to whatever God was listening to get rid of those in her path, especially Isabella De Angelo, the Spanish cow and her daughter.

Catherine lightly chuckled at what her spy within the Boleyn family told her, Anne overstepped greatly to the point of angering his majesty, the King.

That alone along with the stubborness of the Pope is starting to put a strain on the courtship, she knew that Anne was untouched but the King was seen many times in her presence alone and coming back her chambers early in the morning, so naturally rumours would speculate that she is his mistress.

Her eyes glanced over at Isabella, the sweet girl was playing with Princess Mary in the garden, something the Queen had purposely done as Mary's innocent laughter echoed to the point that Henry appeared at one of the windows in his privy council.

His eyes never left Isabella as she laughed, unaware that she had caused an audience to appear, Catherine inwardly smirked as the Boleyns and Howards also glanced from the balcony overlooking the garden - a sour look immediately fell onto Anne's face.

"We must do something." Thomas hissed, glaring at the ladies below. "Anne is losing her influence over the King. It is a matter of time before the Queen regains the King's favour or someone else gains the attention of the King and our plans would be ruined."

"You could always poison them."

Anne's eyes widened at Norfolk's comment. "Poison? That is treason, Uncle."

"It is merely a suggestion, Anne, it does not mean we are going to do it."

"Suggestion or not, to think of it is considered treason." She responded, turning away from the scene below. "What if you go through with it, and the King accidentally gets poisoned? Mary would become Queen, with Catherine acting as her Regent until she comes of age and our family will be exiled. You all know this. As long as I breathe, I am a threat to Catherine because I am dear in his majesty's heart."

She stepped away from her father's hand. "I will not hear anymore of it!"

Norfolk watched as Anne walked away. He glanced at his brother-in-law. "You and my sister have allowed your daughters to have too high of an education. This will not suit any potential suitors. Control your daughter, Thomas or I will."