Royal Chapel

Anne looked at the King for a moment to see his reaction

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Whispers has finished. Now everyone was talking loudly. Katherine has also been unsettled. Anne was declared biblical whore by this impertinent monk in front of everybody. She frowned irritably.

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"Thank you..." Rising gracefully from my seat, I try to appear serene. "...you're very kind." It was however in vain. I'd never seen a priest...a man of God treated in such a way. Taking his arm, I smile graciously and acknowledge all the courtiers attending Mass. I was a Princess of England and Henry was my King...whether I didn't agree with the incident in the  Chapel, I had to live by his laws; however uncomfortable that may be or become.

Geoffrey smiled at Katherine

Your Highness, we must leave Chapel now. It could be dangerous. Please follow me, I'll escort you until your Chambers..

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Then he turned towards the King and Lady Anne, still holding Katherine's arm. People was still talking loudly. And he noticed Thomas Cromwell following the monk outside Chapel. He was surely threatening him

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Your Majesty..Lady Boleyn, I must ask you to follow me as well. That's not safe here..

"Thank you...." Nodding, I smile weakly at him and then glance at my brother; waiting for him to react. Still trying to appear serene and calm, underneath; I was panicked and scared.
Speaking softly, I bite my bottom lip in an attempt to stop it trembling. "Please, Henry..."

Anne was very angry and she was shocked. She looked at Henry

"Who is that man? How could he talk like that?"

Having just arrived at court; I was naturally expected not to be very well versed in courtly behaviour. Indeed, I was a veritable child walking into a place of jewels and dukes and dances.

The one thing I did know was that rumours spread quicker than wild fire. I presumed it would be best to make any rumours about me as positive as possible-a pious, young countess. So with pearl rosary beads, which had rarely been out of their box-I took a seat in a pew.

I had been fumbling absent mindedly with my beads for what felt like an eternity. I was forcing myself to stay for at least twenty minutes, although I knew I was probably not even half way there.

I heard footsteps-at least I had then witness to my character. I brushed my hands down my skirt, arranging the fabric carefully and twisting a loose hair around my finger.

Someone then spoke to me, they knew my name. I glanced up, rather shocked.

"Hello..."I replied, unsure who she was.

I smiled to myself, slightly unsure. I did not know her, she seemed kind and very pretty-but I was sure I would remember such a woman.

"Madam, please forgive me. I cannot remember you, have we met before?"

I nod, with a smile-glad to know she is from a most kind family, "The Seymours are lovely. I believe Wolfhall is a good day's journey from my home but I think we have hosted each other as guests before. I am so sorry for not realising."

I paused and took in her appearance, suddenly with clarity looking up her with familiarity and feeling like a forgetful fool. I grinned warmly, "Heavens...you must be Margery! Am I correct?"

I chuckled, "Indeed! And, may I remark, one of the most graceful. I remember it now...trying to walk in a similar regal fashion and subsequently tripping on the hem of my skirts."

I smile and covered my lips as I sighed wistfully, "I think you may have even visited when..."

I glanced down and for the first time held my rosary beads with true intention, "When my mother was alive. Of course I would have been only a child then."

I smiled at Margery, truly glad to be so lucky to have met one such as her!

"You are far too kind. I have no doubts that she watches over me always. Anyway," I said, and promptly changed the subject, "How do your family fare? There are so many of you if I remember correctly."

I grinned, "Oh that is wonderful! I am so happy them. I haven't heard of this...Stanhope girl."

I tilted my head, my hair tumbled over my should. I winked and asked mischievously, "Why? Is there some terrible scandal?"

I smiled, "Well indeed, I think us both most lucky to have never been personally touched by any rumours."

I winked and touch the frame of the pew in front, "Touch wood. And, I hope Edward is very happy to be with such a...kind girl, I always thought him very handsome when I was younger. They are both very lucky."

I giggled, perhaps too loudly for being in chapel, "Indeed. He was older than me and seemed so learned."

I then patted her hand, "Hush now. It says nothing of you. You are young and beautiful-there's no rush. Indeed, I think it admirable that you should be so resolute in making decisions that you are comfortable with."