"You know I wouldn't let any other woman meddle in my affairs, but you my dear Anne, I have great hopes for you. I should like you to be there, and then perhaps one day you will even hold an audience on your own." He smiled at her, then stopped and took her hand, squeezing it gently in his own. "My belle, Boleyn is too insignificant...too human to have any control over you." For one brief moment he stopped and pulled her close to his chest, whispering, "You are my childe and the bond we share is stronger than any other, always remember that."
Looking leveling into her eyes, he saw a sad look on her face, and his heart opened up to her. "They can’t make us what we aren’t, Anne. Nor can you create a relationship like ours by just wanting it. No matter how invincible we might appear to be to them, we’re not gods. This is why we MUST fight." He looked towards the end of the corridor, where the nobles, vampires and lycans filed in to attend to the meeting, then shifted his gaze back at Anne. "I won't hide from you. You are a clever girl. Those rebels must be taught a lesson before they spread over our land like plague. And the best two men to whom I can trust this task are our lycans, Charles and Richard. They'll take charge and lead the army up north, showing a fearful example to those who disobey."