"Anne," you hissed in a hushed tone, hoping to wake up the woman without alarming any of the guards or anyone else in other bedrooms of the fact that you were in her bedroom without permission.

She was groggy but awoke peering through the darkness to see the gentle flicker of the candle you carried. Seen as she was half asleep still, she was far more confused than she should have been to see you stood there in her room.

"Y/N?" She yawned. "What are you doing here?"

"We need to leave, my queen," you begged her. "It is no longer safe for you to stay here."

Anne looked baffled. She had no idea why you would deem it unsafe for her but as her dear friend, she trusted your judgement but still wished for an explanation. Of course, she knew about the rumours that her husband Henry was wishing to have her killed but it was an anger filled man, she assumed the threats were empty and didn't want to act rashly against something that wasn't a certainty.

"Why? Has something happened?" She questioned.

"Your husband has put plans in for your execution, milady," you whispered, wishing you didn't have to break the news to her. "He plans to send you to the tower before the feast, we have under a week until then and I fear he would rather get you out of the way sooner rather than later."

Her face fell pale. She had never loved Henry, rather a way to step up in the world but at least she had been somewhat civil with him, not that it could be said the same for him. Both of them had had numerous affairs but of course he simply cared only for hers being sinful, ignoring the fact he had formed a whole new branch of Christianity as to divorce his first wife.

"Where are we meant to go?" She questioned.

"I have sought us passage to the continent. The French court offer you protection. We just need to get there. A boat is waiting in the harbor. It is a cargo ship and will not be a pleasant journey, but the captain owes me a favour and has agreed to house us on the ship for the journey," you smiled softly, hoping your kindness actually helped her.

It must have been a terrifying thought to flee the country she had lived in for several years but there wasn't anything she could do about it if she wanted to keep her head. If anyone knew of your assistance to the Queen, you would be tried for treason but that didn't scare you. No one could punish you if you didn't get caught.

Anne jumped from her bed, not caring that she only wore her nightgown. It would be uncomely for the men of the ship to see her in such wear, but it would be far more uncomely for them to see her without her head.

As you attempted to lead her from the room, she grabbed your arm, pulling you back.

"What of Elizabeth?" She questioned.

"She is only a babe; we cannot take her on such a long journey. She will be safe here. He may not love her, but Henry would not see to his daughter being killed. She will still live happily with her elder sister and nanny until we can retrieve her," you explained. "It is far more importance to get you out of here as he is going to have you killed."

She was reluctant to leave her daughter but agreed to follow you, to allow both of their lives to be better.

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Written by Charlotte.

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