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

Being Humble

James' P.O.V

Rubbing my face, I listen to my sister ramble on about how Alexander will be the end of England. "Perhaps, Father should have him exiled." I laugh at her outrageous sugguestion. Father could not manage that, even if he wanted to. "The nobles will hear no word of such an act." She turns on her heels and faces me with a puzzling glare. "Why aren't you more upset about this? Father names you heir apparent and Alexander, as usual, needs to steal the limelight. James, you need to do something." I place my face against the palm of my hand. "And what would you have me do, Belle? Hmm.." Stomping over, she lifts my face out of my hands. "Put our dear brother in his place. He is the displaced prince. You have the power now." Tiring of her whining, I leave her chambers, ignoring her ideas.

Me put my eldest brother in his 'place'. What will anymore violence between us result in? I feel another battle of the roses rising, I'm not inclined to be apart of it. I barely noticed that I'd strolled to my twins chambers until I entered. "Let your Lord, know of my arrival." The servant boy bowed his head, before walking to alert my brother. Without another thought, I made me way over to where Alex sat quill in hand, writing to someone. "How may I help you, my precious usurper." The venom in his voice disgust me to my core. "You may keep it." He glances up from his documents, with a confused look. "Pardon? What is it that I may keep?"

Sighing, I sit down on his bed, facing him. "You may keep your title. You may keep throne. You may have it all, if it means no civil war within English lands." He drops his quill, making his way over beside me. "Do you know what you are saying to me?" I nod, understanding what I am giving up. "You'd give up the throne for your peace of mind." He throws his head back laughing, but I keep my compolsure. "No, I am giving up the throne for the peace of England. I will not tear our nation apart for a chair and head piece." He stops laughing, examining me for a moment. "You're really as prideless as the people say you are, brother." I agree with him, smiling. "We will not tell father. This is our personal arrangement. When the time comes I will accept you as king and you will drop these plans to war with the small factions that support my claim." He rubs his chin, thinking, and I can only hope he will not attempt to add his own conditions. He eyes me again. "You will renounce all claim you have to the English throne and be churched."

Shaking my head, my smile drops. "Give you an inch, and you take a mile." I stand from the bed walking towards the door to leave, turning around I deny his conditions. "I will never renouce my claim to the throne brother, nor do I plan on becoming part of the clergy. I will accept as King, that is all. Any other conditions are out of the question." Alexander grows upset as I leave on that note, however I do not care. His feelings are erelevant. He'll take my offer, and be grateful that unlike him, I wish for nothing more than a peaceful England. Anyhow, I knew Alexander would become his own undoing. I'll sit back and watch as he destroys himself and once he's reached his limit, he'll alleged 'loyal' nobles will be begging for me to take the throne. We'll see who has the real power then.