Henry watched on as nobleman Edward Seymour spin Anne Boleyn across the hall. It displeased him to watch them dance as they did, for they seemed to go very well with each other. Too well for him to be happy with, in fact. Anne never once looked away from Edward, and Edward - the same went for him. They were completely enamoured with each other.
Although he had his new lover by his side, the passion for Anne he had struggled to push to the back of his mind had awoken again. Everything about her screamed royalty, power, beauty, strength and intelligence. Everything about her was what made her a true Queen. It was what made her HIS Queen. The King's fists clenched and his knuckles slowly whitened.
Henry's displeasure didn't go unnoticed by his soon to be new Queen. "Is His Majesty unhappy about something?" Jane questioned.
Henry ignored her, keeping his gaze on the couple gliding across the floor. Jane asked no more and, instead, followed his eyes. There she saw her brother and her ex Queen enjoying a dance and conversation together, chatting as if they were old friends. Henry's new lover wasn't bothered by this at all, for she had known of her brother's interest in Anne. He'd always ask about her, ask about the rumours that flew around the castle containing details of Her Majesty Anne Boleyn. Edward had never gotten the chance to meet Anne until this night.
"Is the Lady Anne Boleyn troubling you, my King? If she still causes a great anger within you, why was it that you invited her to this gathering?" She gently placed her rough hand on top of Henry's fist. He pushed it away, his jewelry scratching at her rough skin. If it had been Anne, blood would have been oozing out from where his ring had grazed.
He missed her delicate touch...
But the Boleyn woman was a whore - an adulterous, treasonous whore whom he wanted no more to do with. He wanted off with her head...but it wouldn't gain the support of the people.
"The woman affects me not." He told Jane. "Come, sweetheart, it is time for us to take a dance together. It is our celebration, after all. We cannot allow your brother and the whore all the fun, can we?"
The royal man pulled his new love to the centre of the floor and they swiftly joined in with all their guests. However, Anne and Edward payed no mind to the King and his woman, as Henry had hoped. And it bothered him.
"A whore would look away from a man to seek another, yet she has not once looked away from that Edward Seymour. How is this so, if they claim Anne is a whore?" He thought.
Surely, if Anne had had as many lovers as she'd been accused of, she'd be flaunting herself around to all the nobles in the room, shamelessly. But she didn't. All that she focused on was the Seymour male.
And the King of England suddenly remembered how Anne used to look at him like that almost every waking moment they spent together.
