She took the letter from him, and he watched, waited, as she opened the scroll, to read over what her father had relayed to her. Thomas knew already in broad strokes what the letter contained, the plans going into motion. Anne spoke of the QUEEN’S wishes, as if it were by her gracious hand that all of this was coming to be. “She is.” She was now. She has been made to be. No, it was because of the KING. When she came to court she would come to see who held absolute power. “You are to gather your belongings immediately and I shall accompany you back. Anything else that you need will be sent over in the subsequent weeks.” He was to be her escort, her protector. To tell her all that she needed to know before she arrived at court so that she did not make any fatal stumbles.
The thought of being present at The Court, residing at her Queen’s side was beyond the words that Anne Boleyn could express. Not only did it mean that it would better her reputation as a Lady — but that she would be CLOSER to her HENRY PERCY; the man she knew and grew to love ever since she had returned home from France. He was a kind man and understood the decisions she had made in her life. So to be in the same setting as him now… ❝ Then let us leave now — ❞ she said to him. ❝ I’ll go fetch my things. ❞ So she did, storing what dresses and shoes she could carry in a chest before making her way back down the stairs. It took an HOUR for her to ready her journey to Hampton Court. ❝ Shall we, Mister Cromwell? ❞