Hey! So long time no story I know, but I have a good excuse. Byran, my fiancé, and I are having a baby and we just bought a new apartment. So things around here are crazy! Around January 8th we'll have a little one and things will be even crazier. But enough about me. Here you go….. I don't own the Tudors series, cooler people own that…

Chapter 5:

Henry controlled his anger till the second his chamber doors slammed shut. Then nothing stopped him from slamming his fist into the wood. He couldn't keep up with his feelings and thoughts anymore. First he loves her, and then he doesn't; now it was like a mess of both feelings was slapping him in the face. Anne was in his every thought these past days. Every woman he saw looked like her. When he was speaking with Jane, he could hear Anne's voice in his head. He could see her ice blue eyes looking at him with the purest sadness and pain. He couldn't take it anymore!

Watching her sit there and pay him no mind, while he went crazy with his emotions had finally pushed him over the edge. Henry couldn't stay in that room waiting for her to give him something, anything, showing that she still felt for him what she had before. Could he blame her? He had shown her what true hatred was and thrown what love she had left for him in her face over and over again. Self misery is all he had now it seemed. She couldn't be gone from him, no he wouldn't let her. These thoughts were so confusing; he had Jane as a mistress. He had a Queen and a wife that was accepting that finally. Anne would have their child soon, hopefully a son, and everything would be okay again. But he didn't know if he could live with the thought of her not loving him or caring for him anymore. He had been greedy with her love and now that it was gone…. Maybe…. he would give anything to get it back.

These feeling, so confusing, were beginning to clear up. Henry still loved his wife Anne Boleyn. However way he could, he would get her back. Somehow.

Charles: just cause he's hot….

Charles knew his friend well and if Henry was angry he would take it out on everyone that entered that chamber. He didn't understand Henry's outburst at all. Things had been going well it seemed. Anne was under control for the first time in a long time. Charles was pleasantly surprised. He didn't particularly like her but he could see that she had finally given up the straggle to be number one in Henry's heart and mind, bringing happiness to Henry and therefore happiness to court. But a down side, Charles could see that she was not herself anymore. She was a shell to everyone, clearly unhappy but it didn't seem like anyone noticed or maybe they just didn't care anymore. Henry hadn't spoken of Anne's resent transformation. So Charles thought nothing of it.

Henry had the beautiful Jane now to keep him company. If Anne wasn't with child, Charles thought for sure that Jane would be holding the crown right now. Henry seemed happy with his lot of late but he wasn't one to share his misfortunes willingly. Charles would have to pull it out of him it seemed. As a good friend should.

He didn't knock before entering the chamber. He didn't hear any glass breaking so he thought he was safe. He enter slowly though, being cautious. The fire cracking was all that could be heard as he entered. Henry was standing quietly in front of the window, overlooking the garden. He didn't seem to notice Charles' arrival.

"Henry. What's happened?" He didn't know how to start.

"She hates me." Henry replied in a whispered voice filled with grief. Jane? Charles thought, she didn't seem like she felt hate for him, more the complete opposite.

"Jane is like every woman; she'll get over it and come running back. You'll see." Charles spoke slapping Henry on the back. Unexpectedly, Henry swung around with an angry, red face.

"Not Jane you idiot. Anne! My wife! Do you see the way she's looks at me? NO! Because she can't even stand the sight of me anymore! She has lost all her feelings for me and it's my fault. I have driven her away when all she ever wanted was me. I will never get her back now. Our son will come into this world with parents that can't stand the thought of each other. Just like me, I promised myself, once, that this would never happen…. I have become my father. Leave me Charles, I wish to be alone." Henry turned and walked slowly to his bedroom and closed the door. Leaving Charles alone in shocked silence of what had just occurred before him. His friend and king had found love again for the wife he claimed hatred for days before. Shocked, Charles did as he was asked and left. Returning to his own chambers deep in thought as to what was to come of this new occurrence.