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Just a little start.

She slid down the door with tears falling from her steel-blue eyes. Her body felt ice cold but her thoughts a whirl wind of thoughts that made her ach as the tears made burn marks on her doll like skin. Her hands clutched above her heart as if it was being torn apart. Oh how she hated him for turning her into this pathic mess that was sobbing in her rooms with her rounded belly. She hic upped as she felt someone bang on the door and call her name. She chose to ignore them and try to get everything back under control.

She ripped the crown from her hair and threw it on the floor as she stared at the walls around her feeling them crashing in on her. She felt the child kick within her womb and she laughed softly. Her hand going to the spot the special little life was at. She started to hum a lullaby to her and the baby. It started to settle her and the baby till she heard his voice. Oh how she wished she could stand up and yell at him. Tell him how much he was killing his own family. Tell him that she wished he felt something that was still there for his family. But she now realized he only lusted for her he never loved her.

She sniffled as she thought the last part. He can't love anyone but himself. She picked herself up and held her rounded belly as she felt the door give a bit behind her as she stood up. She turned to see his hand on the door and she wanted him to feel pain so she closed it on his hand. She smirked to herself as she heard him howl in pain. She moved to her bed to sit down and rest as she waited for him to come and tell her she had disappointed him in not behaving as a Queen should. She wipped her face off as he stormed in. Her crown on the floor a few feet away from her with a bit of blood on the floor leading to it. He noticed it right away and looked up at her to see her staring at her hand where blood was pooling.

"Goddamn it Anne!" He hissed as he stormed forward and took her hand in his to check her hand to see how deep the cut was. He felt the spark a bit weaker than before but when he looked up into her eyes that were like hooks for the soul all he saw was nothing in them. No pain, no love, just nothing as she stared into his own eyes and he finally realized he had broken her. He went to touch her face and she moved away from him.

"Oh Anne." He whispered and he tried to pull her into his arms but she looked up at him with anger but she moved away form him more.

"Leave, I wish to lay down and rest for the sake of our son." She whispered to him in calm tone but her eyes read differently and so he left her alone.

She watched him leave and let out a sigh as she leaned back on her bed and her hand on her rounded belly. She felt the life within move and kick and she smiled as she closed her eyes. Henry stood within the door way watching her as she did lay back and finally fall asleep. He finally realized that his whoring around on her was destroying them both. Slowly but surly destroying him. He watched the rise and fall of her chest as she breathed in her sleep.

He walked from her rooms to his own and looked to see if one of his page boys were around. He saw the one he wanted and sent it to his Lady love the Lady Jane. As he sat down he started to look through somethings and saw a letter it was from his Wife. He don't remember that being there.

Dear My lord Husband,

I was wandering if Elizabeth could come visit it has been awhile since we last saw her.

I hear shes a credit to you and I.

I hope you will allow her to come to visit us.

Yours,

Queen Anne.

Henry sends for Charles his best friend sense boyhood and tells him to bring Elizabeth to London.