Since the jousting matches, Caelan had figured that he’d done more than his part as a public figure at English Court to appease his King, and so he didn’t partake in most of the other events connected to the festivities. He’d thrown himself into his work again, spending most of his time with his men, going over strategies and training them for hours beginning at dawn. This day would mark his first day of giving his troops some time to rest, and he was actually glad to rejoin court for a while, indulging in some ale brought over by one of the roving servants who seemed too afraid to say no to the Captain of the guard, which amused Caelan to no end. As he sipped on his drink, he began talking with one of the french ladies at court, smiling at the woman passively as she clearly attempted to flirt with him to no avail. When he heard Anne’s familiar voice, he turned and bowed his head, placing his goblet down on a window sill before following her. He did so wordlessly but once she stopped and faced him once again he looked at her with a raised brow, wondering what she could possibly have to say. “Can I be of any assistance to you, Lady Cromwell?” he asked, clearing his throat as he waited for some other courtiers to pass through, leaving them with complete privacy. “Anne.. what is it?”
She gave a sour look over her shoulder at the woman as she walked away with Caelan following her. She left him to a part of the hallway she thought would be abandoned at this time of day, but there were several other courtiers there and she waited for them to walk away before speaking. She waited an extra moment for them to get far enough away before she spoke. "Before I say anything, I want you to know that you are under no obligation to do anything if you do not wish to. I am prepared to do what I must if the need be." She looked down at her hands and took a breath before looking him in the eyes. "I am pregnant and you are the father."