My Heart Rests With You {Teaser}

England
February 28th 1522

I stared emptily out the window, not seeing the snow covered lawn, not feeling the cold seeping through the glass. A soft knock sounded on the door.
"Come in," I called, not bothering to move.
"Anne," my sister said, moving in the door. I half turned, but did not bother with a smile. "You are to appear in court tomorrow."
"Why?"
"Father wishes it to be so."
"And?"
"I am worried for you, I came to warn you."
"Sister, I am in no danger, my heart is in France."
"Still?"
"Always," I replied firmly.
"You must not be noticed by the king. You know what he will ask of you." I met my own black eyes in the smooth glass. I was not the pale blonde of most of England's young ladies. It would be nearly impossible to escape notice.
"Yes, and I will say no."
"Anne," her tone was defined by her disapproval. For the first time I looked at her.
"I do not care what it costs, I will not bend to him, I cannot."
"And when he removes your choice in the matter?"
"If he is a fool enough to pursue me then I will injure him. I will watch his kingdom burn if he dares to do so."
"And would you die to do so?"
"If there is a need."
"How can you say that? I will not watch you do this, I am going away." I thought to ask her where she would go, but only after she had already swept from the room. I stared out the window and yet again wished with all of me to go where I could not, to go to him.