Anna

The king frowns again, sitting at the chair that rested at the end of the long wooden table.

"Pardon me your majesty but if you don't need me...I'll just be on my—-"

"Don't play dumb Anna!" he yelled silencing the rest of my words. Silence permeated the room until he stood from the chair. His long fingers trailed against the bumpy wood of the dining table until it reached the plate of desert. Carefully he picked up the pie, pulling a fresh berry from the middle and showing it off to the air.

"The very fruit to kill me?" he smirked, twirling it between his fingers. "Just like Eve" he bragged.
I look away still trying to act innocent but he makes his way across the room, trapping my figure against the wall. Only a few inches of air separated our bodies. His palm rested against my throat ever so lightly although his grip was strong enough, still reminding me of his strength.

"Eat it" he roars, pushing the fruit against my lip, forcing me to consume it. I turn my head but he snaps my jaw towards his vision, making me stare into my eyes. "I said, eat it" his voice was cold as ice.

I glare into his orbs, taking them in with fervent necessity. I had no idea how he figured out my plot... Maybe someone in the kitchen saw me switching the pies?
Maybe I had revealed myself out of excitement? There must have been something I had done to expose my heedful plot.

It didn't matter anymore for I was at a crossroads of fate. If I was truthful, the king would surely kill me but if I lied, maybe he would show me mercy?

So, I did what any other logical person would do.

"I am ...allergic!" I lied again, trying to reason with him. "I said this before your majesty" I knew it was a pathetic excuse but it was all I could think of at the moment.

"Are you? Or was it your attempt to kill a king?" He bragged. His veiny palm was still around my throat. I was at the mercy of his sanity.

"Kill?" I try to chuckle but my fear was to imminent. His features did not budge making me snap into seriousness.
"I would never try to kill the reigning ruler of England, my king" I admitted.

The king smirked before running a finger against my lip. "Why does it seems as if I've seen this scene before? A woman, as beautiful as you, tempting me to my forceable death? Except last time she had pine nuts"

"Maybe it was in a dream your majesty?" I suggest innocently, knowing he was referring to our meeting just a few days prior.

"A dream?" He teased, tilted his head at my suggestion.

"Yes my king, I cannot help it if your mind is filled with filthy thoughts of me." I retorted. I knew it was bold to say but by his tightening grip around my throat, my death seemed impending.

I had barely finished my quip before he tightened his grip, pushing me against the wall.

I gasped at his forceful grip, bringing my own hands to his wrists to caution him.
I hated how turned on I was by his touch.
I hated even more that he knew it.

"You look so much like her it's ...ominous?" He curses, taking in my features. He runs a finger against my jawline, but I hastily snapped it away.

"You share her actions.
Her demeanors.
Even your lip quivers like hers" he whispered in awe.
There was a forced silence as he continued watching my features, being careful to take them all in.

"Who?" I ask him, curling my lip up in tempt. I already knew he was talking about Queen Anne but I was curious to humor his insanity.

"I can't stop thinking about her.
Her lips.
Her brown eyes.
And her skin... it was like midnight." He continued, pushing his lips against the cusp of my ear.

"I can't eat...I can't sleep...all I see is her head... rolling to the ditch. I see you and my mind stops.
I am haunted by her death but then in you came... and here you are...taunting me"

"Perhaps you should have not killed her? It certainly would have kept you from unraveling?" I scoffed. He looked at me before dropping his head, expelling a lazy chuckle. "And with a tongue even sharper then hers"

I lifted my hands, lazily pulling it through his curly hair. " Do you imagine fuc**ing me like you did her?" I whisper, trying to use my assets to tempt him. I made sure to tease him, pressing my lips against his chest. He watches me carefully, grabbing the nape of my neck to stop. I could tell I was turning him on. Maybe if I was his perfect little princess, he would show me mercy?

"No, but I do relish in the ways I will think up to kill you" he confesses, pulling through the curls of my hair. "You have two outcomes Anna.Eat the pie and die" he announces, leading my lips away from his chest.

"It is not poisoned" I return, pushing my lips into a rigid pout.

"Or?" he says ignoring me, "I will overlook this and you will die...but at my leisure. On my command" he says, twirling a piece of my hair. I still look into his eyes as he watches me.

"At your leisure?" I say, carefully trying to asses my options.

"You may survive one day but not live to see the next. It's a whirlwind game of fate, all on my command"

"And if I say no?" I smirked, pushing my hands against his rigid chest.

He lifted his head to the sky to smirk before staring me down, "It would be such a shame that a beautiful face like yours will be wasted." He muttered against my lips before releasing my neck.

He made his way across the room, sitting at the table before taking the pie and pushing it to slide down the table.

"Come let's get this over with." He demands, taking a chair out so I could sit. I stand rigid as he sips his wine. "I grow impatient Anne. I gave you two options. Choose one wisely."

I stared at him, snatching the plate and lifting it to my nose to smell it. It like just like a normal pie, I really wondered how he knew...

He watched me carefully, pushing his chin against a lazy elbow.  A couple minutes passed as I still watched the pie.

"I'm impatient." He curses, standing and making his way to exit the room. "I am not a heartless king so I will give you until tomorrow.
The pie will stay here on this table. If you eat, I will do a quick burial, clean up the scene before anyone comes and all will be well in the kingdom. But if you choose the later? Then, I will see you in my bedroom."

And with that he chugged the last of his wine, throwing the silver cup against the wall before exiting.

I look down to the shards of glass that scattered across the once so empty floor. Their disorganized pattern reminding me of my once so fateful reality.

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Author Note:

So I edited the first chapter again (only the small part where I described Anne)
Just know that Anne Boleyn is black and looks eerily similar to Anne.  (Thanks to the commenter for pointing it out!)

This was never said or hinted at until this chapter... it was an idea that same to mind as I was editing this one lol

So make it make sense in your heads!