Anne returned his kisses, and moaned softly at the last one. She was so thankful to have made it through the sweating sickness, and to be here having the King of England by her bedside, kissing her passionately. She was a blessed woman. She wound her arms around his neck, and kissed him a few moments longer before she pulled back a bit. "I suppose I must let you go so you may return to the palace?" She asked with a sad smile.