"Henry," said a female voice that Henry knew all too well one that he had hated so much thought over the last ten years. However, the room was too dark for him to see anything farther than the little light from his bedside candle. "Henry."

"Anne," Henry whispered in a sore voice from his bed for Henry was dying, and he knew it because he could feel it deep down inside him.

"Henry my love," said Anne moving closer to him into the light that he could see. She was wearing a pure white dress her hair was down running down her back like many times when you were in a relationship. And Henry noticed that she had white-fingered wings with golden tips. She had pearl earrings in and her famous B necklace around her neck, the B place on her smooth silk like olive skin. Henry had always loved that necklace when Anne had worn it throughout the years that he had known her and it did not seem odd it him that she was wearing it now for he knew that the mother had given it to her and Anne had left it to Elizabeth when she had died.

"Are you an angel?" asked Henry Anne nodded smiling down at him. She had not aged in all the years that she had been dead, her neck he saw was as long and smoothed skinned almost as if she had not been killed.

"Henry I am here from the middle," said Anne sitting down on the bed making sure that she did not hurt Henry. "And I am sorry, but you are going to die tonight."

"I know my sweet Anne," coughed Henry Anne give him a glass of water for him to drink.

"He sent me Henry to be with you," Anne kissed Henry on the cheek removing the glass for water when he was finished. "I did not know it was you. When we were married, you were so strong powerful."

"I still I am Anne," whimpered Henry though the pain.

"No you are not Henry," whispered Anne running her hands through his greyed hair which was still as thick as she remembered. "You have grey hairs," laughed Anne kissing him again.

"You do not," laughed Henry. "You have not aged, and I am an old man no longer a youth."

"Henry I was never going to age because it was my fate to die when I did, and I was ready for it," said Anne still with a smile on her face. "I wanted to die."

"Why?" asked Henry simply wanting to know the answer to the question very poorly.

"Because I wanted die Henry it is as simple as that. I loved you, and I love you still, but you did not love me, and I was no longer needed in the way that I wanted to be," said Anne looking down at her hands then running her left over the back of her neck as if it was sore. When she removed her hand from her neck, Henry saw red blood on her fingers. "I never stop it," laughed Anne seeing where he had been watching looking at her hands and the blood.

"I am so sorry," said Henry reaching for Anne's heads.

"I think that you do, but I do not need it," said Anne with a sad look on her face. "Henry did believe the lies about me?"

"Yes I did Anne at the time," said Henry feeling stupid for doing so but he felt that he was not to blame. "I believed them why would I not?"

"Because you were in love with a plain gentlewoman," Anne laughed her voice calm and gentle.

"You know nothing about her Anne," said Henry getting angry.

"Do I not Henry? I was there through it all. I lost two babies ours, Henry. So I was there, and I saw more than you when I was dead and when I was alive. I saw, I hear, and I knew what was going on," said Anne remembering. "I watched you and her every day. I saw how she treated my daughter Henry. Jane hated Elizabeth and do not say anything to you Henry, but I saw, and I heard everything that she said not just to you but also to her lover," Anne had added the lasted the put without thinking about what she had said.

"What did you say?" asked Henry shocked at her last words. Anne knew that she had to tell him about it but hated herself for saying it. It was not why she was there and not her job to do it.

"Jane Seymour had a lover, and he is the father of your son," said Anne looking straight into his eyes. Henry could tell that she was telling the truth about this. "She felt that she needed that and you will see her later on and she can explain to you the pressure that she was under to give you a son. Just like I was when we were married," Anne was lost in her thoughts as she said all of this. Thinking to herself why was she covering for Jane, the woman that had hurt her. However, she understood why Jane had done it. And why she had done it.

"Who Anne?" Henry quietly asked getting more and more angry at Anne for bringing this up.

"Thomas Cromwell," Anne whispered the name as she laid down next to him on the bed making sure that the wings were folded away so that she could do so.

"But he would never," whispered Henry thinking about the servant and friend that Cromwell had been to him in all the years that he had known him. To Henry, he was his best servant the one that got what he wanted if it had not been for that marriage then Cromwell would have been still alive and still helping Henry.

"Yes he would for he was the one that lied about me and the others," said Anne laying her head on his chest something that she would do when they had been first married and madly and deeply in love. Anne still was genuinely in love with the man next to her, but she knew that he did not love her.

"But he was my servant," said Henry still shocked without thinking about it he started to ran his finger through her long thick dark hair.

"Henry yes he was but disliked me and many if your views," said Anne remembering the arguments that Anne had had with Cromwell before she had been arrested. "That is why Jane is not here, and I am."

"I always thought that it would be Jane to be with me went to the dead," said Henry thinking about it. "There must be another reason why she is not here."

"Yes there this and I am sorry to tell you that it is because she did not tell you about this," said Anne working out what she was going to say. "She never loved you the way that I did Henry. It was all a lie. An act that she had to do for her family in front of you, Henry. Her family wanted her to be Queen and wanted the crown not you as a man. I am so sorry Henry. I am, but that was the way that things work. But Edward is not your son and will never be a great King."

"Why not?" Henry asked the words that Anne had said not going into his head.

"Because he is not your son, he is the son of two people who lied to you repeatedly," said Anne feeling sorry for the young lad who was no older than ten. "Yes he is a poor lad, but he will never be a good king. And Edward will not live as long after his fourteenth birthday. Then Mary will get the throne and will burn her way into history. She will not last long and die without a child, and our sweet, brave Elizabeth will be a great Queen ruler without a husband or a King. A very long reign awaits her."

"How do you know all of this?" Henry asked thinking about the future the way that Anne had said and dismissing it to be a lie.

"Because it is written into the fabric of fate something that I have been working on as my main job," Shrugged Anne not knowing what she could tell Henry about this.

"Elizabeth will be great I believe that to be true for she has you for a mother," said Henry thought about it and found himself believing what she had said. He knew how smart our daughter was and that she was so much like her mother.

"Some mother I am," muttered Anne under her breath. "I had to leave her with step mother's that would never love her as I do. And she has to live with being Anne Boleyn's daughter. But she will change that to something good, and I am happy for that."

"How many people are going to die in the future?" asked Henry feeling sick and wanted to know what happened to his kingdom.

"Too many to count Henry in both Edward's and Mary's reigns due to the actions you took in getting rid of the old corrupt faith. Elizabeth's future is one that she will have to fight for her life so many times. In Mary's reign, she will be locked in the tower in a similar room that I was. But she is not kept in a tower to die but will be a prisoner in her childhood home. I have seen her scared, lost and alone, but I have also seen her so happy Henry."

"I am going to buried next to Jane Anne I am sorry, but I cannot charge that now at the moment," said Henry in a rush worried about what Anne would say.

"I know I saw you write it down," said Anne sitting a bit up. "I am still buried in the Tower along with Catherine Howard, my dear cousin. And I as I said it before it was not her fault, but I was happy about Lady Jane being beheaded because if it were not for her George, my sweet brother would have lived longer. I watched Catherine go to the block. I told her not cry that it is simple and that it does not hurt. She was crying when it happened, but she is how with the one she loved with all young her heart. I know Henry that she was a flirt, but she was a laugh at you, and for a while, it was like you were with me in my head when I was watching you all. Didn't you notice that she was similar in any way?"

"Yes, I noticed that Anne," said Henry thinking about it and nodded his head. "She was very similar to you Anne."

"She made you feel like a new man those were your words I believe," laughed Anne kissing Henry on the cheek.

"Yes she did," said Henry laughing with Anne.

"And Catherine Parr is like me in a way; well read, forceful and kind to the people. She has taken some many of my ideas that I hoped to do, and she is acting on them. It is courageous of her," said Anne. "I like her, Henry but she is in love with someone else Jane Seymour's brother. And I all I feel is hate of him for what he is going to do our Elizabeth after this night."

"Whatever do you mean?" asked Henry worried about his little daughter.

"Catherine Parr and Thomas Seymour will get married after you die and Elizabeth will move in with them. Seymour will try to take away Elizabeth's maidenhead, and there will be rumours around her until she becomes queen and stops them most of them."

"Will he be punished for doing this?" asked Henry trying to get out of the bed ready to stop this man from hurting his pearl.

"No Henry," said Anne pushing him back into the bed under the covers to make sure that he was warm. "Yes he is punished, and poor Catherine dies in childbirth before his punished for what he does. However, Henry, you do not need to worry because he is."

"She can have children," whispered to himself.

"Yes but you cannot anymore. Well after your fall and the cut on your leg you cannot have any more children," said Anne explaining what she had been told all of those years ago when she first died. "My last pregnancy was the last one that you ever had which was yours."

"I am sorry Anne for that that I believed the lies," said Henry kissing her hand. "I was blinded by hatred that I had for you at the time."

"I know you were Henry," said Anne kissing him softly on the lips. "I saw Cromwell's last hours and minutes. I saw him cry and I was not sad for him, but I was happy Henry. But that poor girl Anne of Cleves she might not be the way that you wanted her but how was she to know Henry. She was taught that on the wedding night you lay back and think of home. But you were unable to get it up to use a phrase from the future."

"I know I blamed her, but I loved her more like a sister," whispered Henry thinking about the short marriage between him and Anne of Cleves, and he had told the truth.

"You blamed her like you blamed everyone else for your faults," said Anne with an impish grin on her face. "She was not that bad Henry she was just a Lutheran and German. But I was a reformer and so is Catherine Parr."

"What was Jane?" asked Henry Anne's grin fall when he said that. She did not want to talk about her with him or anyone else for that matter.

"Jane was nothing she was too stupid to write her write her name," said Anne getting angry at Henry in her head she was screaming" why does he keep on about her when I am here with him". "She was a Roman Catholic and a follower of the pope. So were her family."

"What do you mean by that Anne?" Henry had not noticed the hardness in Anne's voice.

"They do not understand the way that they do not play in the plan that God has for the world," Anne said. "And that is one without them," Henry did not understand what Anne had said and what it meant. "Henry I do not want to talk to you about them. I want to talk to you about you."

"What do you want to know Anne?"