Okay... I know most of you want my head on a spike, and will probably want to boil it as well once you read this chapter. What can I say; I'm a muse less masochist. Seriously, I am taking applications for a new muse, or maybe a co-author. As for this chapter, I am seriously effing with history and the timeline. Don't worry all of the progeny will be born, just not as history dictates. On to the story.

Anne and Henry were having a private picnic in the palace courtyard with guards stationed a few paces away for the illusion of privacy; it was here that Anne put her plan into action.

"Your Majesty... please... we must stop" Anne tried to tone down Henry's ever increasing amorous mood. She knew she could not delay him much longer and while her resolve had slightly waned, she knew she had to implement the next part of her plan.

"My love, why do you continue to deny me?" Henry asked with more than a hint of frustration.

"I cannot give myself to you like this, not knowing when I am likely to return," Anne replied coyly knowing how likely it was that Henry would take the bait.

"What do you mean love?"

"Your majesty my beloved sister has been offered a post in Germany and I am to see to her comfort for a few months. To make sure she does not get too homesick and to maybe be of some service."

"In who's household."

"One Anne of Cleves. I heard she is very nice, if not sheltered. I do hope we will be fast friends."

"But what am I to do without you here Anne?"

"Your Majesty, if it were of my will, not only would you have your divorce, but I would never leave you for any amount of time. And to be frank with you, it will be good for me to get out of England for a while."

"What do you mean?'

"I am not sure that the people of England would take to kindly of you marrying me. They might feel as if you are casting off Katherine for me, which would cause an upheaval of sorts against Your Majesty."

"They would love you if I do", he tried to argue.

"In any event you should not be too lonely. After all you have Charles here with you and I hear that your good friend Sir Seymour will be coming to court soon. They should be able to entertain you."

Those Seymours will have no idea what hit them in the next few months - Anne thought while allowing henry access to her neck.

Meanwhile at Sir Seymour's lodgings.

"That harlot is leaving court soon. Queen Katherine will need a new lady in waiting. She has already offered the post to you my daughter," Sir Seymour said to his daughter at their impromptu family meeting.

"I do not have a good feeling about this father, but if it your will I will go," Jane said.

"Do not worry, dear girl. The Queen will be able to find you a husband. What can possibly go wrong?"