SiX the Musical (& Cast) Oneshots

The private life of That Boleyn Girl (smut)

TW: This story line should potentially be Araleyn, but this part does not have Aragon in it, this isn't the Six Bobo this is legitimately Anne Boleyn, it's Anne x OC except I've based the OC on Maiya so take what you will, the language won't be as easy bc it had to match the 1500s

"Lady Anne... wake up... WAKE UP... NOW... LADY ANNE... ANNE... ANYTIME TODAY WOULD BE INCREDIBLE..."

Anne rolled over in her queen-sized bed, whining.

"Colette! I'm trying to sleep!"

"It's already eleven o'clock! I'm surprised no one else has attempted to force you awake."

Anne grabbed a pillow, hurling it at Colette.

"Lady Anne, do not force me to drag your mother into this. Just wake up! It isn't that hard! We all have to do it every day!"

"Why do I need to wake up?"

"Jean will arrive in short of an hour."

Anne groaned, sitting up.

"Who?"

Colette shook her head at the teenager's obliviousness.

"Jean, the man Comtesse arranged for you to meet."

"Why do I have to meet him?"

Colette sighed. "Wake up and you might recall the major discussion we shared late last evening."

"Colette, you've made me awake. I still have no clue."

She rolled her eyes. "You're what? Eleven and a half?"

"Dunno, possibly a bit older than that."

"Anne."

"Va mourir."

"Don't make me hit you with the Bible."

"Why the Bible?"

"It's the thickest book you own. And the one you despise the most."

"Hors de ma vue!"

Colette sighed, walking over to Anne and pulling her out of bed. Her nightclothes draped over her like massive sheets, swamping her.

"The Countess certainly skimps on quality when it comes to clothing you."

"I'm the youngest one. I get all the hand-me-downs. So, what's this Jean doing here?"

Colette sighed, pulling Anne's nightgown off her.

"You asked for him."

"Why would I- oh," Anne said, recalling the hours she begged her maids Colette and Camille to show her what adults did privately. "Wait... I didn't mean it... Am I- no... wait, it's a Wednesday."

"Your point?"

"Isn't it a rule to not have sex on Wednesdays and Fridays?"

"...no one's taking part in any sexual activity..."

"So what's Jean doing here?"

"You'll see."

"What?"

She ignored Anne's question, calling for Camille to bring her her dress.

"Put on the petticoat."

"You didn't answer my question."

"What was it?"

"Why?"

"Zed."

"What?"