Anne was quite confounded. Henry had made a slip... that was all. He didn't really think of her in such a manner, did he? Not after he had seemed to become smitten with her sister, of all people. How dare Mary do that to her?!
She was pulled from her confusing thoughts by a knock at the apartment door. She was absolutely confused as to why she had to share with people... she was nobility! She smoothed down the from of her emerald gown and opened the door to see the King of England himself. He was more handsome that she remembered. He looked a little wiser, and quite excited to see her. She stepped back and curtsied low to him. "Your Highness, please do come in," she said, standing back and gesturing him in with a wave of her hand.