(A/n: This chapter, I will be doing how Jane Seymour (third wife) meets a certain little fire who is a belly dancer (the little fire used to be the third handmaiden of Jane). Will also be in little fire's POV. Enjoy!)

"Ok.. tonight, I'll go with the red beaded bra and matching belt set." I said to my sister as I pointed to the red costume in Cecilia's hands. "Alright, sis!" She put away the lavender set and gave me the red set. After she left my dressing room, I placed the set aside and went to my vanity to get ready for tonight's show. I picked up my makeup bag from a drawer and placed it on my lap. Rummaging through it, I found the supplies i needed to apply my performance makeup. After laying out all the items I got out of my makeup bag, I proceeded to apply my performance makeup.. let's see..

A bit of eyeliner..
A touch of highlighter on cheekbones..
A hint of burnt sienna eyeshadow..
And a smidge of dark red lipgloss.

After I had done my makeup, I strolled over to where my dancer costume was and put it on, buckling the back through the use of hidden eyelets. Slipping the skirt onto my waist as the coins lightly jingled from it, I put on matching red flats with a single pearl and golden bracelets. I looked into the mirror and frowned. Something was missing.. I know! Walking over to where my chest of veils were, I opened the lid and pulled out a red veil with the same matching coins, tying it on. Fingering the jewels that were white diamonds shaped like little hearts on my bracelets, I didn't understand why I loved red so much..

I shook my head, looking at myself in the mirror, studying my body clad in red. My messy short raven-colored locks and soft yet deep lime greens were looking back at me. After a few seconds of staring into the mirror, I tore my gaze away and went behind the curtains backstage, waiting for my name to be announced. You see, I perform at a nightclub and take the night performances because I don't trust myself with day performances. "Next up, we have the beautiful and angelic.. Ayana!" The announcer said, as the curtains fell back and revealed me as I held a white shawl in my hands.

"But be warned, this beautiful flower is forbidden. Dare you touch her.." he chuckled as he knew I could be a badass if I so pleased. That was when the music began playing (A/N: start music). I started off my performance by moving my wrists side to side in front of my chest while swaying my hips. Opening my left eye, I threw the shawl aside and began to dance. I began doing a chest camel, watching the beads shimmering in the lighting. The audience were screaming for more as I playfully wagged my finger at them, teasing them.

Then, I performed a Egyptian figure eight, moving my left hip down and vice versa as the coins' sound rang through the air. Next, I moved my hands to the floor at waist height, pushing forward as my back hip was pushed back in a Ghawazee step. Then, my head rotated in circles, throwing my hair in a Zar head, making my hair even more messy. As I kept on dancing, I noticed Jane Seymour, one of the queens from Six in the crowd. She looked shocked as I could tell it was her first time here.

My dancing was seducing her since she was glaring at a regular who was getting a clean view from what I could see. Moving my right leg out, I spun around, causing my veil to fly up. Finally, I dropped myself into a Soheir Zaki hip drop as the music ended. Walking off the stage, I went to my dressing room and removed my costume, not breaking a sweat during that performance. Changing into a pair of black sweatpants and a white sparkly top since it was becoming quite a scorcher out these days.

Turning my head towards my vanity, I noticed an envelope in the center. I knew that my pay for this night's dance was inside as I grabbed my purse and placed it inside as soon as I heard the knocking on my dressing room door. "Come in!" I called out as through my mirror's reflection revealed the former third wife of Henry. "Good evening, my queen." I purred, seeing her. "Good evening, Ayana.. I must say you were quite beautiful this night.. tell me, were you always this popular in this establishment?" She asked as I laughed.

"Let's walk while we talk, Jane. My apartment is not that very far." I said, getting my purse onto my shoulder as we both began walking. As we talked, I learned more about Jane Seymour. She was at the club tonight because she heard about the mysterious Ayana performing from Anne Boleyn who is Cecilia's girlfriend. That, I understood since it was not the first time people have mentioned me before. It happened when I was a new performer long ago.

To rise up to where I am now, I had to destroy every single person who ever deceived, lied, and conspired against me, with my very own bare hands. It was hard, but the end result was worth it. As we reached my apartment complex, I turned to look at her. "Thanks for the walk, Jane.. I appreciate it." I told her, my eyes meeting her mismatched ones. When we said our goodbyes, I went inside and straight to my bedroom. Leaning against the door, I closed my eyes, sighing. I knew I met her before somewhere.. but when?

My brain was all a blur and jumbled up like pieces of stones in the deep sea... I feel like I known her long ago.. even though we have just met.. I do not understand..