Anne would hardly consider herself a "silly girl." She's not a Bessie Blount, or any of the others. She's far more intelligant. But even if Herny does as he pleases, even she knows that Wolsey has a tighter control on him than he might realize and it's her job to make him see that. Hopefully, she wouldn't be starting any wars though.
Anne opened her mouth to reply to his question, but before she could respond, he was kissing her again. She ran her tongue around his lips and into his mouth, deepening the kiss further before she pulled back, leaning her head on his shoulder as she attempted to catch her breath. "I want to," she replied, her voice husky and breathless. "But, I can't." She lifted her head and looked up at him. "My maiden head is to be trusted to my husband, whoever he may be. I will not endure what my sister has." Her eyes were filling with tears. "They call her the Great Prostitue. I've seen what that does to her, no matter how she tries to hide it. I can't." She burried her face in his shoulder. Please don't be angry.