(A/n: just as I promised, I am giving the second wife of Henry the 8th, Anne Boleyn a female lover! This one was also her handmaiden from long ago. This one is a French-Argentinian heavenly lily and takes place in the French-Argentinian's POV. Enjoy!)

"Miss Diaz, your show tonight is going to be amazing!" Said my hairstylist as she stared deep into my dark sapphire eyes that were meeting her brown ones via the mirror I had in my dressing room. She was brushing out my hair until it looked neat and put a French rose in my hair. My hairstylist left the room to let me get ready for my show. Sighing gently to myself, I proceeded to apply my powder which was the same color as my skin to hide all the bruises from some fans that tended to get.. a little rowdy after a performance.

After adding a touch of deep rich berry-colored eyeshadow and a bit of deep pure rose red lipstick, I slipped on my stage dress which contrasted perfectly with my makeup.

The dress was made out of deep emerald green habutai and reached to my mid-thigh. It was sleeveless and decorated with peridots shaped like ovals. On my feet were a pair of black heel boots and for jewelry, a emerald choker and matching earrings. I didn't understand why I loved green so much, but it gave me so much comfort.. I also knew that Magnolia, my cousin was with Anna of Cleves, the 4th ex-wife of Henry the 8th. It angered me knowing what she and my favorite queen/crush, Anne Boleyn had gone through because of that man..

I sighed softly and added a bit of iris perfume, smiling at my reflection. Leaving my dressing room, I went on stage behind the red curtains. As the stage light went on, everyone in the crowd of the NYC Carnegie Hall concert venue went quiet as I began to sing one of my many favorite songs. You got this, Cecilia. I reassured myself. (A/n: Start music)

"Cada momento que estas en mi memoria... siento que sale el sol que el tiempo se demora.. Tú me entregas todo..~ con el corazón~ Eres Refugio que refresca y da energía, Siempre has tenido el don para alegrarme el día! Tú me entregas todo..con el corazón!~ Desde el día que te conocí has mirado lo mejor de mí, Me has guiado cada paso con tu amor~ cada día cada noche estas! Cada Peña cada triunfo estas! Me has llenado cada instante con tu amor.. tu amor..~"

I stepped down from the stage and proceeded to make grown men and women swoon over me like I always did during a show. Apparently, some men and women like hearing a Latina woman's voice, drives them wild from what I was told.

"Eres la historia que me inspira valentía Somos comparación somos analogía, Tú me entregas todo~ con el corazón~! Desde el día que te conocí has mirado lo mejor de mí.. Me has guiado cada paso con tu amor~ cada día cada noche estas cada Peña cada triunfo estas, Me has llenado cada instante con tu amor~ Tu amor, tu amor..~ Soportaste mis detritus, Arreglaste las piezas rotas, Enfrentaste a quien me quiso ver caer, Y me pusiste de pie~!

Desde el día que te conocí has mirado lo mejor de mí, Me has guiado cada paso con tu amor~! Cada día cada noche estas, cada Peña cada triunfo estas! Me has llenado cada instante con tu amor~ tu siempre estas.. tu siempre estas.. tu siempre estas..~ cada día, cada noche estas.. Cada Peña, cada triunfo estas.. con tu amor.. Tu amor..~ Tu amor...~"

The crowd went crazy as I sang the last note and went back up to the stage, bowing after that note as the curtains closed. After I walked off the stage, I was in my dressing room when I heard a knock on the door. "Come in!" I called out over my shoulder and a certain queen was in the reflection.. "Anne Boleyn.." I whispered un-subconsciously.. it felt like I've known her for years even though I just met her this very night. "Your Cecilia Annalise Diaz.. You are much more prettier up close and personal~" Anne said, taking my hand into her and placing on her lips, giving the back of my hand a kiss.

I was very weak for gestures like that as I blushed, remembering a few dreams that always started like that when I was but a small girl, about 9-17. My sapphire eyes met the second queen's almost black eyes. "Those eyes.. I know those eyes.." I heard her whisper, brushing her thumbs underneath my eyes. Luckily, I removed my makeup before she came in so she wouldn't get it all over her thumbs. Just like me, I could tell that somehow we met before this very night, but can't remember when.

"So.. I can tell that people are very enamored with you, judging from all those bruises all over your pretty mocha skin." She said, lightly gesturing towards the fading marks on my neck and shoulders. "Yes, they are unfortunately.. I would like some protection.. if you'd like, you can escort me home~" I said, looking at the woman. She nodded enthusiastically and walked me out of the dressing room since I already gotten changed out of my dress and jewelry. As we were walking, we began to talk and learned more about each other.

Once we arrived at my house, I turned to face Anne. "Thank you for walking me home, my queen. I know you were very busy, but.. I'm glad you made time to do this for me.. thanks again." I said before waving goodbye and closing the door behind me. Leaning against the front door, I blushed into a strawberry as I thought about what happened this very night and placed the hand that Anne Boleyn kissed. I still don't know this..

Why do I feel like I have known her for a long time even though we have just met?