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LIAR!
This simple maid would regret the day that she dare cross, Anne. This charade she put forth was fooling no one, least of all her. She saw right through the woman; she WAS this Jane Seymour not too long ago. She would not become her predecessor. She was Anne Boleyn, true wife to Henry and the Queen of England. She would not so easily let this meek woman usurp her.
Anneâs slender fingers found the necklace around Lady Janeâs throat. It was altogether too flashy for the blonde. It made her look as if she was compensating for a lack of something. Anne figured it was intelligence, but if she was making the moves on her husband, she could not be so sure.
One palm resting on her round stomach the other on the gems. Dark eyes made contact with Janeâs light ones before fingers gripped the jewelry tight in her hand and ripped it from her neck. It used to be that Anneâs neck was the only one Henry would adorn with jewels.
âYou are a simple woman, Lady Jane. Listen to this: Stay far away from my husband or you will find yourself in a fate worse than death.â She whispered, a twisted smile upon her lips. âYou may think that his affection will last, but you forget sweet Jane; I am his wife. I am the Queen. I carry a son that will lead England into a golden world. My daughter is an inexplicable beauty. She will bring men to their knees. I am the protector. Not only for my children but for my husband.â
She threw the gems in the hearth, âYou are not worth it.â
The Queen was known for her games of cunning and ruses. Â She had waged a war with the efforts of her brother and father over the Kingâs marital bed and she had won, discarding Queen Katherine in the process and seizing the affection of His Majesty. Jane, though not entirely uninterested, saw what little respect she had for Anne seep away as Katherine died without justice, and without title, in Kimbolton; the Princess Mary all but exiled in squalor. But she had not given the King a son; she had not given England what would fulfill its purpose, and Princess Elizabeth was no heir.
âYour Majesty, Iââ
Jane saw the jewels betwixt her Majestyâs fingertips before she felt the raw metal rip from her neck. With a breathy gasp she lifted a hand to her throat, creamy complexion now flamed and irritated, her skin bare and without pomp. But her expression did not betray Janeâs placidness, and she could only swallow thickly, with some apprehension still indentured to her gaze, as the courtiers surrounding Anneâs throne looked on at the dispute to which Jane was a mute participant.
âYour Majesty is misinformed. I am an unmarried woman, your grace, and I would not mar my honor for an Emperor, or a King. The jewels were a gift, and of no consequence to me.â Â Though as she spoke she could feel the dismay rise in her white throat. Only a gift, indeed, but it had been a very precious gift to Jane. She had been overlooked for all her five and twenty years, save for the eye of the King of England. She was foolish to accept the gift, and allowed her fingertips to run across the small red line where it had once rested.
Jane visibly winced, fear growing in the bourns of her very marrow as her head bent in deference. âAnd lest the Kingâs honor fall below suspicion, for which there is no reason, I beg your Majesty to accept my vindication of any wrongdoing or misconduct. I am a humble woman, called to serve you, and that is the extent of my devotion to the King.â Â
âI believe the King an estimable man. If his association with my father and myself is unwelcome to the Queen then I will refuse it going forward.â










