George Boleyn's bedroom

George couldn't stand anymore, kissed her lips. "So what are you going to do now, Jane? Will you go back to France?"

George looked at her "Will you marry, again?"

George listened to her like listening to a music. He smiled and looked at into her eyes sadly. "This a desperate love. "

George smiled at her shaking his head "This is love. And i don't care how people calls." George pulled her to himself, kissed her little nose "I don't care anybody except you"

"Never did I think i can take you in my arms" George took a comfortable breath "But you're always free to marry. Living alone is very hard for a woman."

George understood the line between Jane and himself. She was of course free to do anything. "You are right, Jane. But as you can guess, i know very little about you. I was just thinking about your happiness." He took his finger to his lips "I'm quiet, you know the best."

"Indeed, my lady. You know how to make yourself desirable." George gave her a sweet smile. "It seems i should learn new songs to sing for you."

George bent a little, found her chin. His fingers took it and George could gave her a deep kiss. "Would you tire of my kissings?"

George showed his Boleyn smile while his head was bending her pure neck. He smelt her skin deeply and whispered. "What about this?" He began to kiss her neck with passion.

George moved back to see her face. He was feeling a little restless. He looked at into her eyes. "Don't you feel regret? You are Catholic, you're so affiliated with your religion. After your husband's death you slept with me "

George gulped down. He thought for a moment looking at the out of window and then turned to Jane "Yes, i do." George moved back taking his shirt on bed. He put it on trying not to look at Jane. "It's better you leave my room."