The Tudor's Shadow

"Where were you last night?"
The words echoed in Kelli's head as she shoved the body bag off of the bridge, the murky Thames stealing it away, concealing the act, hiding the truth, as it had for the past ten years.
Kelli let out a heartfelt sigh and, just as she was wondering if there was anything for her in this world besides death, a cold, mirthless chuckle emitted from behind her.
"Well, well. My dear Anne, it looks as if you've regained your old spark."
She turned slowly, fully aware of who the voice belonged to, and yet, still shocked as her eyes were lain upon him.
"It's Kelli." Her voice was just as cold as his own, but sharper, edged with spite.
"Oh, come now, Anne, don't be like this. Not even a greeting? No, 'How are you, Henry?' 'Oh, it's YOU, Henry!' or perhaps a 'Henry! Your presence fills the caucles of my heart with every joy on the face of the earth!'"
"You forgot the 'Get the *H-swear* away from me Henry'," she replied with the wit that had won his obsession so long ago. Kelli/Anne turned away from him, and stared into the Thames, wishing its currents could sweep her away from here.
"Aren't you being just a teensy bit harsh?"
Kelli/Anne whipped around, the wind wildly tossing her hair, accenting the fury shown in her dark eyes.
"Harsh? Me? Harsh?! How dare you come here and insult me with your presence and then your filthy words. You have some nerve, your majesty." She said the last with a mocking tone, with a ridiculously low bow.