On The Edge Of A Golden World: Anne Boleyn Lives On

New Lady In Court

Henry's P.O.V

Dazzling red head, darker than my own. Small, round topaz green eyes. Figure like an hour glass, but thin in the waist. Pale skin that appear soft as newborn. Ivory green dress, adourned in gews that swung as she dances. Her feet appearing to never touch the ground. Her laugh the sound of bells that I will forever hear ringing in my mind. Her eyes meet mine from across he throne room as she curtseys at the end of the song. Her stare impossible to break even as I feel Anne's hand squeeze mine. I feel her tense beside me, as she releases her grip, realizing why she does not have my attention. We still had another three months to go before she can preform her marital duties, and fighting my needs is becoming a dilema. "She is a very pretty girl." I head swiftly turns to Anne, taking her hand in mine. "I swore I would not take another to my bed and I intend to keep that promise." She shakes her in head, rising from her throne. The courtiers and ladies all bow and curtsey as their Queen prepares to move. Anne faces my direction, "Henry, I give you my blessing to do as you will."

With a simple pull of her skirts she's off to her apartments, her ladies following behind her every step of the way. Once she exits I signal for the music to continue and the dancing to begin. The mystery girl makes a quick glance my direction, flashing a genuine smile, which i gladly accept. She makes her way from the dance floor and to an older gentlemen. As they speak, their attention turns to me, resulting in then bowing in respect as I signal them over. They both make their way over to the throne, the girl staying in the back waiting to be properly introduced. "Your Majesty, I am Sir Phillip Ashe. I work under the teaching of his excellency the French Ambassador." Uninterested, in his back ground a gesture for him to introduce me to the girl. "Might I present, my daughter, Mistress Alma Ashe." The young beauty steps forward and greets in English, but with her native accent shining through. "How old is your daughter, Sir Ashe?" He smiles. "She's the blossoming age of 19, Majesty."

"How would you like to join myself and Lord Rochford on hunt Mistress Alma?" She looks to her Father, who encourages her to say yes. "If Your Majesty wishes for my company, I will humbly accept your offer." I take her hand and kiss it. "Be prepared fore we leave at dawn."
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Anne's P.O.V

"Thank you, for your assistance Sir Ashe. I am afraid that pure loyal subjects are hard to find in my own Kingdom. Bless yourself and your daughter." He kisses my hand. "It's a honor to serve you my Queen. My daughter and I are in debt to your majesty after all you've done for our family." I raise my hand to pause his statement. "My kindness needs returns. I would do it again if need be. Your family is most too kind." His smile enlargens, but falters. "I only wish to know what will become of my daughter if, and when, the King tires of her company." I pat him on the shoulder. "You need not worry, Sir Phillip. After your daughter has finished her duties with the King, I will allow her to reside in my household until I can find her a proper marriage. She will be well cared for. The King will take it upon himself to bestow wealth upon your family just because of his interest in your daughter. You and your family no need worry about anything for you are under the favor of the English King and Queen."

He feel to his knees, kissing my skirts, stating blessings upon myself and my children. I turn to my ladies who watched from their areas of the chambers as they giggle at the older man's antics. Hushing them, I roll my eyes, attempting to guide Sir Ashe from the ground. "No need to thank me, Sir Ashe. I am only doing my duties as a Queen." He nods, turning red at the sound of the small laughter from the women in the room. "My apologies, your Grace." I shake my head once more. "Please, no more apologies. I am giving aid to a friend."

Moreover I am giving aid to myself and my husband. If Henry needs the company of a woman, then it's only right I provide him with such. One under my control and serving not only the King, but myself included.