Thomas Seymour's bedchamber

*tears streaming down her face, she turns*

What Thomas? What is it?

It could never have been any other way, I was fool to have thought so.

You are a man, of course!

He sighed deeply.

-What could I do, while you are a Queen? While I can't even give you a kiss?

I know Thomas,

*She calms down and speaks in a softer voice*

I understand, I do.

Thomas looked down sadly.

-I am so sorry....

It's fine, we've had a good run, haven't we?

I'm the Queen of England for God's sake, I'm married.

There's no reason you shouldn't be doing the same...

Thomas sat down on the edge of his bed running his fingers through his hair.

-Yes , he had a good run... I think....