George Boleyn's bedroom

George nodded. She was just 14. He couldn't expect treacherous feelings from her. "Are you enjoying at the court, my ladies? There is a new musician at court and he is very good in playing violin. Oh..what was his name..Mark! Yes! Mark Smeaton! I loved his music. He knows how to entertain the court. You should listen to him." said George trying to catch Elizabeth's eyes. He wondered how much she knew about George and Jane's closeness

Mary notice the view from Elisabeth.She ask in her thoughts what was betwin her Mother and George Boleyn.
As Goerge the name Mark Smeaton allude her face will pale.
" Yes i have my music lessons by him."
Mary`s breath goes faster and she is very nervous.
What know George what betwin her and Mark was.
Of course there was nothing but perhubs he have see her when she go in and come out from Marks chambers.
Mary was bemused.

George saw how Mary blushed, how her breathing got very often. There must have been something between Mary and Mark. He couldn't believe how Mark seduced a Catholic like Mary. While he was thinking all of these, he decided to contunie to ply Mary "Are you pleased with him, Your Highness?" George asked with a grin on his lips. As soon as he heard Elizabeth's hint, it lost. George gulped and looked at Elizabeh with a shy attitude "Really, my lady? May I learn who he is?"

George laughed watching her mimics with admiration. "Well.." He said, still trying to suppress his laugh. Finally he looked at into Elizabeth's eyes with his known womanizer smile " Yes I know him. His name is George Boleyn. People call him -womanizer- "

George trembled while Elizabeth was talking. Just like she was Jane who was talking to him. The same tone of the voice, the same eyes, the same bravery "You are just like your mother." said George suddenly. Then he gulped, tried gathering himself together "Your uncle was right. I fell in love with your mother. It is impossible to take yourself away from your mother. She was amazing to me."

George shook his head "Your mother was always loyal to your father. Once I tried to kiss her. She refused me. I was absolutely shocked. She was the first one who refused my kiss. " He laughed quietly remembering old days. His eyes was misted . "But your father did not deserve her love. Maybe I am out of line but that's the thing i see. " He took a deep breath remembering the days he spent with Jane with love. Then he looked a into Elizabeth's eyes smiling. "You have the French blood. All world knows what is the meaning of this for a woman, I guess."

Mary stand there and can not follow the talk betwin Elizabeth and George she have the feeling that she was not realy present in this moment.
She must think at Mark.
" What you say my Lord?"

George bit his lips. He couldn't guess that Elizabeth did not know about his father's faults. "I don't know if hearing these from me is true..But..Well.." George sighed. It was a hesidant moment. He could not know what to do. He looked at both Mary and Elizabeth's eyes. Mary was trying to look like she is concerned about this, but George could see that Mary's mind had gone. He took a deep breath again. "Lord Crawley cuckolded your mother. "

Mary clear her goblet with one gulp.
Her feeling was very chaos.
Her hand sweat and she clambs on the goblet with her hands.
She anxious to follow the talk betwin George and Elizabeth to follow.
Perhubs George forget that he talk about Mark Smeaton.
She look at both now she was full present.
The wine help her to be cool.

George shrugged his shoulders "This is not about how beautiful or how noble your mother is. Desire is a fire and your father let it to burn himself. Otherwise your father's mistress was a princess. " He cleaned his throat before he began to talk again "That's why your mother allowed me to be a friend of herself."

"This is understandable. " said George remembering how Jane knocked his door. "But she promised not to cry for anyone. She was looking strong. And I admired her again." George sighed taking another sip from the goblet. He turned to Mary then, smiled mischievously "Your Highness..You did not say anything. What are you thinking of?"

Mary smilie fake.

" I want distrub the conversation betwin you both.Can i have more wine?"

Mary smilie sweet.

George nodded taking the bottle of wine. He filled her goblet looking at into her eyes. "Let's talk about you, Your Highness. Are you enjoying at dance lessons with Mark Smeaton?"

Mary´s face are be pale again.

" The lessons are wonderful."

She must take a deep breath.
She smilie fake again.
She take a big gulp from the wine.

"I am sure it is. " said George almost laughing. He put the bottle on the console, and turned to them. "My lady Crawley, may I learn how old you are? " George smiled "It seems that you have a good friendship with the princess. "