"I'd rather hurt than feel nothing at all."

Disclaimer- I don't own anything.
Summary- Anne and Mary talk after a fight with Henry.
Pairings- Anne/Henry
A/N- I realized when I wrote this I mostly write angst one-shots for the Tudors. I'm considering trying some funny ones. Or less angsty ones at least XD.
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He slammed the door in her face with an angry shout. She wiped away the tears; tried to pretend they weren’t there. He would not make her cry.

She turned and there was Mary, waiting for her, as always, and the tears came faster. Mary came forward and hugged her close, shushing her and wiping away the tears.

“I think he hates me,” she said, once the crying ended and they had returned to her rooms.

“He loves you, Anne,” Mary contradicted. Anne gave her a small smile.

“It’s nice of you to say, but it is untrue. He already has a new whore; that horrid Seymour slut.”

“Oh, Anne,” Mary said and she had that look that said she was going to say something Anne wouldn’t like. “It’s the way he is, you know. This is the price of being Queen.”

“Ha! The price of being Queen? And what would you know of being Queen? You were just a whore,” she said, spitting out the last word and turning her back on her sister.

“And what were you?” The whisper permeated the room as the door shut behind her sister, her only confidant and friend.

She threw herself down on her bed, felt the tears start once more. Was this really better?