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

A Promise Is A Promise

Anne's P.O.V

Clanking sounds echoed as Henry and I ate in piece. He'd requested my presence for the evening meal after he'd returned from his hunting trip. We hadn't spoken anything to each other than a strange "Hello". I scraped by folk to the bottom of my plate where my meat once was, as I finished the last scrap. "The boar is delightful, Henry. You made a fine kill." He smiles slightly at me then shakes his head. "Was not I who caught the boar, believe it or not, your dear beloved Lady Alma shot it down." I drop my utensil, almost choking on my meat. "Anne, are you alright? You seem choked up about something?" I wave off his concern. "Perhaps, it's the fact that you thought I did not know you sent the girl to me. I told her to tell you I knew you sent her to me." He begins to chuckle at my unease. "Henry, I was not trying to control you. I only wanted to ensure you were being pleased." He nods once more. "I understand. You can't control me, but you can control the women I sleep with, is that it?"

I was stunned at the tone in his voice. Not that he was upset, quiet the opposite, actaully. He was amused by my actions. "Anne, do not fret. You haven't angered me. You nothing wrong. You wanted to ensure that any woman made my mistress, would leave my bed once you were well enough to return to it. You sent me a woman, yourself. You've impressed me, my dear." He grabs my right hand, kissing the top of it. "You have grown so much from the time  that you use to follow around the palace, trying to hunt down every woman who was in my bed. I remember you use to go as far as stalking me all the way to my horse, accusing me of sleeping with every women in court." I deny his accusations, grinning. "I wasn't al that bad. Alittle possessive, but no different than you." He agrees, reminising about the old rumors about Sir Wyatt. "I was alittle paranoid, wasn't I?" I nod "yes" with an eager smile on my face.

"Anne you must know that no matter if another woman does end up in my bed, not a single will be able to hold my attention for too long. I will always come back to you." My smile falters at the thought of that happening. "I know, but it still hurts." He kisses my hand again. "Then, I will try my best to keep my urges under uncontrol. If you promise to stop sending your minions to do your bidding and seduce me." Rolling my eyes, I agree to his offer. "Alma wasn't trying to seduce you." He lifts his brow. "Anne, the girl is french. She doesn't have to try, she just does. I seem to have a thing for the French style." He eyes me, examining my newest french gown , I ordered to be sent in from France. I begin to blush under his constant gaze. "Henry, stop. We can't." He gets up from his seat and comes up beside me, kissing down my neck. "But when the time comes, I'll be sure to ravish you. My beloved French- English wife." He continues to kiss me, causing me to release a giggle, and push back in the direction of seat. As he sits back down. I grab his hand, pressing my lips to it, staring him directly in the eye, with a glint of seduction in my eyes. "And as usual, I will be most happy to be ravished."