Anne was happy to give him exactly what she did, her love and support. They had a bond no one else would ever share, ever be able to touch. He was her sire, her Papa and her world. She would give her life gladly for him, and do anything to further his rule. While her name might still be Boleyn, she was a Tudor in her heart. She gently stroked his arm and smiled at him. "We should announce the betrothal at the council meeting, Papa. A good dose of gossip the the palace will distract the courtiers from everything else."
She kissed his cheek and stepped back a bit, taking his arm like the proper princess she was. It was time to be united, a sold front, the royals of the kingdom, Anne supporting her sire as he made a decision that was guided by the Divine, a decision that was always correct. "Come on, Papa, you have a country to lead and I have you to learn from."