A/N: Hi, GreenField here. Thank you so much for all your lovely reviews, would love to see some for this chapter too! Sogn is You're Not Sorry by Taylor Swift, pairing Anne/Henry.

All this time I was waiting
Hoping you would come around
I've been giving out chances every time
And all you do is let me down

And it's taken me this long
Baby but I figured you out
And you're thinking we'll be fine again
But not this time around

Anne stood, frozen in the doorway, staring at her husband. He was sitting with that little slut on his knee, that hussy, that Jane Seymour! She was giggling foolishly at something he had said, and Henry's face glowed with a ridiculous pride in himself, that he had managed to make her laugh.

"What is this?" Anne was trying to be calm, but she knew her voice sounded shrill. Jane Seymour gave a little shriek and fell off of Henry's lap. But Henry's reaction was what made her blood run cold. He didn't look embarrassed at being caught. He didn't look upset. He hadn't got up from his seat, grabbing her hands and pleading for her forgiveness as he had done before.

He just looked at her, coldly and contemptuously.

Jane Seymour rose from the floor, brushing down her skirt and blushing pinkly.

"Go" Anne ordered, and the girl scurried off with her head down. But Anne did not miss the triumphant glint in the girl's eyes. And she hated it. She turned to Henry.

"You told me you would take no other mistresses! You promised me!" oh, she knew how awful she sounded, railing at him like she was, but she was so angry!

"Stay calm" Henry replied, voice cool, "You must not upset the child"

"Then you ought not to upset me!" Anne shrieked, "You could have come to my bed!"

"You are with child. I cannot lie with you. A man must look elsewhere at such a difficult time"

"No! I won't stand for it, Henry, I won't!"

"You will ignore it, as your betters have done before you" Henry rose from his seat, and Anne realised that he thought it was over, that there was no more to discuss, that they could both go back to their already strained marriage without what she had just seen ever having an effect on them. Well, he was wrong. Not this time.

You don't have to call anymore
I won't pick up the phone
This is the last straw
Don't wanna hurt anymore

And you can tell me that you're sorry
But I don't believe you baby
Like I did before
You're not sorry, no, no, no, no

"You could at least look sorry!" Anne screamed, unable to stop herself, "You could at least pretend to want my forgiveness!"

"I don't need your forgiveness. You are my wife. You are expected to obey me, and to ignore my transgressions. It is your duty as my wife and Queen"

"What about your duty as my husband?! You promised to be true to me, to be faithful to me, and now I find you have broken your promise once again! There was first that girl Matilda, when I carried Elizabeth, and I forgave you. When I lost our child, you were abed with Madge Shelton, my own cousin, and still I forgave you! Now I find you cavorting with a Seymour, the enemy of my family, and you expect me to forgive you again? No, Henry, I will not!"

Looking so innocent
I might believe you if I didn't know
Could've loved you all my life
If you hadn't left me waiting in the cold

And you got your share of secrets
And I'm tired of being last to know
And now you're asking me to listen
Cause it's worked each time before

"Lady Jane is not like the other women. She is a good woman, pure and chaste"

Anne snorted, "Pure and chase at twenty-five after serving over ten years at court? If you believe that, husband, then you're more of a fool than I thought"

Henry's gaze sharpened, his eyes growing dark with anger, "Don't presume to call me a fool, Anne. I am the King"

"And I am your Queen! But still you make a fool out of me by parading around with that little whore on your arm. How can you not see that she lies to you?"

"She has never been married. She is pure"

"We were not married that night in Calais! But I gave myself to you because I love you. Don't think she won't do exactly the same thing if you promise her enough power and position and wealth, because those things combined are almost as powerful as love. At least, they are in the heart of a Seymour"

"I demand that you stop this. Insulting Lady Jane and her family is very wrong of you. The Seymours have always been good friends of the throne"

"As have the Howards! Henry, you're being a fool. They want me off the throne, that's why they've thrown Jane in your path. She doesn't want you. She's doing as she's been told"

"That is exactly the sort of scheming plot that I knew you would come up with. It's in your blood to scheme. But Jane is a sweet, innocent girl. She would not do that to me"

"I could have loved your forever if you hadn't done this to me" Anne whispered, slumping, feeling an ache in her heart. Henry looked at her.

"Then you no longer love me?"

"I didn't say that" Anne said quickly, "I'm just tired of your secrets. Tired of being betrayed. You should be honest with me. Even that would be better than finding out about your mistresses from the gossip of my ladies"

"All Kings have secrets, and I think you'll find that their wives are not often privy to them"

But you don't have to call anymore
I won't pick up the phone
This is the last straw
Don't wanna hurt anymore

And you can tell me that you're sorry
But I don't believe you baby
Like I did before
You're not sorry, no, no, oh
You're not sorry, no, no, oh

"If you shan't tell me your secrets, I don't want you in my bed" Anne retorted, fighting the anger that was rising once again. Henry glanced at her face, then at her belly, showing no emotion.

"I don't want to be in your bed" he said harshly. Anne's face fell slightly, as though he had struck her.

"You're really not sorry anymore, are you?"

"Not anymore" Henry confirmed, glaring at her, "Good day, wife. I suggest you lay down and get some rest. Recover the strength you have lost in starting this fight"

You had me falling for you honey
And it never would've gone away, no
You used to shine so bright
But I watched all of it fade

So you don't have to call anymore
I won't pick up the phone
This is the last straw
There's nothing left to beg for

Anne sank into his vacated chair, hands clasped around her belly. She was breathing heavily, agony piercing her to her very core. He didn't love her anymore. He wasn't sorry.

She'd lost him.

Anne gasped, hand clapped over her mouth, tears spilling onto her cheeks. If she didn't have a son, if this child wasn't a boy, she was done. Finished.

There was nothing left for her, or him, to beg for.

And you can tell me that you're sorry
But I don't believe you baby
Like I did before
You're not sorry, no, no, oh
You're not sorry, no, no, oh
No, oh, no, oh, no oh
Whoa, no, no