A/N: Going off of ReganXs Cursed Charm plot line. Hope you enjoy, please review.

The blaring trumpets and noisy chatter of the crowds were giving him a headache. It was a hot summer day and even standing in his tent, the sweat was dripping down his back. As he stood still, being laced into his heavy armour, King Henry couldn't help but wish he had never asked his old friend, Sir Henry Norris to arrange this godforsaken joust. As each heavy plate was tied to his body, he felt his vision blur and his balance sway.

"Boy!" he snapped irritably, causing his squire to flinch. "Fetch me that towel." he gestured over to the table and the boy leapt to obey him. He ran the rough cloth over his brow, mopping up the sweat that was quickly accumulating. As the room once again went out of focus, he screwed his eyes shut and took a deep breath. It was so unbearably hot...Why the devil did Norris pick the most humid, the most hellish day of the summer? Henry grabbed a cup of ale and drained it quickly, hoping the refreshment might steady him. His turn in the joust was quickly approaching and his sight must be perfect if he was going to unhorse Sir Henry. Jerking away from his insufferable squire, the king tore open the tent flap and stepped out into the blinding sun.

For a moment, his squinting eyes turned towards the empty royal box that would have been housing his queen. However the box stood empty as Anne had excused herself from the festivities so that so would not be too excited in her condition. While Henry was pleased she was taking extra precautions to protect his son, he couldn't help but be all the more relieved to not have to bear the sight of her this day.

He didn't know what had gone wrong. He had loved her so fiercely, he loved her still, but the woman was becoming more and more infuriating. She was jealous and stubborn and prone to fits of temper that betrayed the position he had raised her to. It had become embarrassing as she continued to make a fool of him in front of his whole court with her antics. Let alone how the empty royal nursery made a fool of him throughout Christendom. He knew his fellow monarchs were laughing behind their hands at the English king that had thrown away everything for a woman that had yet to give him a son and heir. He shook the furious thoughts from his head quickly. A prince was growing in his wife's belly now. Soon they would all have to admit that he was right in his choice to set Katherine aside. Yet while Anne was beautiful and educated and witty and made a fine ornament for his court, especially large with his child, he couldn't help but find himself wishing she could just be calm and sensible for just one damn moment. Be the sweet maid she had been in their courtship-knowing her place as his consort and not seeking to command him as she did now.

His mind swirling in angry thoughts of his wife, Henry stepped towards the tilt yard when a glimmer of green caught his eye. Instantly, his irritation towards his dark, brooding wife vanished as his gaze settled on the lady walking past him. Jane Seymour. The beauty had first caught his eye at her families estate at Wolf Hall and Henry had been quick to bring her and her family to court. She had been like an angel come to earth that night-dazzling in a white gown trimmed with silver and pearls, with her soft blonde hair curled around her shoulders. She had been so unlike anything he'd ever seen before. So unlike the jeweled, sharp women at his court. So unlike his beguiling queen. He had caught sight of her only a few times since, yet she never managed to draw his attention. She was a cooling draught to the fire that was his court.

Now she passed him, dressed in all the finery of court, yet still managing to look as innocent and virtuous as before. Seeing her in this moment reminded him of why he wanted to have this joust to begin with. Henry could feel his age in a way he never had before, what better way than asking a pretty maiden for her favor to make him feel like a young, dashing knight again? When he had unhorsed Sir Norris perhaps he would dedicate his win to the lovely Jane. After all, how could Anne protest when she herself was not present? How could she possibly see reason to rail at him as she seemed to always do as of late.

Determined never to live under petticoat rule, he strode forward and called out to her.

"Lady Jane" he greeted shortly, but not without warmth. She jumped at his voice and immediately sank into a wobbly curtsy. She did not have the practiced elegance of the other ladies at court, but her awkwardness was endearing and he couldn't help but smile. She kept her eyes downcast modestly and he took the moment to let his gaze drift over her form. The pale green gown she was wearing was simple and unadorned, yet made with a fine cloth and the color brought out the loveliness in her eyes. Her blonde hair was again hanging in curls upon her shoulders and for a moment Henry wanted to reach out and feel them-knowing they would be as soft as they appeared. Yet the large jeweled cross around her neck made him refrain-this was a maiden in truth- a beautiful Guinevere that deserved a loyal Lancelot. He must not spoil the game too early.

"Your majesty" she murmured, overawed. Her voice was sweet and gentle, like fresh butter and for just a moment, he could practically hear her sigh of delight as if she were underneath him. How this innocent virgin tempted him.

"I am about to go and joust" He said grandly, amused by the awe in her eyes. Awe that he had not seen in Anne's eyes in years-if ever. Anne had always been determined that they be equal partners in their marriage, but that was not the way it should be. He was the king. There was no equal to him. Anne should know her place, as Jane so clearly did. "Would you do me the honor of allowing me to wear your favors?"

The way those clear blue eyes shot to meet his own had him weak in the knees. He could tell that despite her delicate innocence, she was not wholly unaware of what the request symbolized. Her indecision swirled clearly in them as she seemed to weigh her options. For just half a heartbeat Henry thought she might refuse him-might turn him away as maid should to a man. The thought of it drove him mad. He was desperate to posses her. Her gentle reluctance only fueled the lust that was burning inside of him. So when she finally reached to pull the ribbon from her wrist, the relief was palpable. The knowledge that the hunt had begun was intoxicating.

This was just the beginning for he and Jane-that he could tell. This defining moment would be the beginning of their courtship. But Jane would not be like Mary Boleyn or Eleanor Luke. Not even like his sweet Bessie Blount who had held his attention for years and had bore him his only living son. No, Jane would be something wholly different. He would not dishonor her. Theirs would be a love story that would rival any fairy tale. He took the slip of teal ribbon and pressed it up to his lips as he wished he could do with her own. They locked eyes as he did so and Henry could see the delicate blush rising in her cheeks. God, this woman drove him to insanity. He brusquely walked away from her, not trusting his own self control to stop him from taking her into his arms there before his whole court. Yet as he climbed onto his horse, he met eyes with her again and couldn't help the boyish grin that came over his features. He would have to thank Sir Norris for arranging this joust-arranging this moment between him and Jane.

As he took his place in the tiltyard and pulled the visor down on his helmet, he surged with confidence. His interaction with Jane had reinvigorated him and he felt like the young man and dazzling king he was. His grip on the lance tightened and he kicked his knees in to jerk his mount forward. His horses hooves pounded into the kicked up soil as he lurched forward, lance at the ready. Yet as he closed in on Sir Henry, he felt his horse falter beneath him. His lance slammed into Sir Henry's, throwing the king back and the knight's own lance shot into his shoulder. His mare stumbled and Henry was thrown from his seat. Horse and man crashed to the ground and Henry could barely register the gasps and screams of the crowd before everything went black.