Anne Boleyn, Queen of England was looking through the small window of her chambers in Tower of London. Sky was grey, and it was raining, it looked almost like the sky was crying. Anne wanted to cry too, but she was still Queen, she couldn't show weakness. She was at Tower for twelve days now. At first she hoped that this was some kind of test, but now she knew that she was going to die for the crimes that she didn't commit. Her only crime was that she didn't give King a son, but that was Lords will. In the moments like this Anne thought about her family.
Her mother died while she was just a little girl and Anne hardly remembered her. She only remembers that she loved roses and that she always wore rose perfume.
Her father betrayed her and George to save himself. He only cared about titles and wealth and his children were only pawns in his game to gain more power. That wasn't kind man that played with Anne when she was young. He always told her that she was his favorite child and now he was leaving her to die.
Mary, how sorry was Anne that she banished her. In the truth, Anne was jealous of Mary whose husband loved her despite all. She wished that her sister was here to comfort her in these hard moments. She didn't even met her nice, Annie. Anne was honored that Mary named her daughter after , how she wished to change things now.
George, her poor brother. They were always close, but people turned their innocent sibling love into something dirty and disgusting. George was Anne's rock and now he will die like a traitor because of her. Anne's eyes filled with tears as he thought of the death of her beloved brother.
Henry, oh how she loved him. Today he declared their marriage null and void, Anne couldn't believe when she heard it. He fought so hard to marry her and now he was getting rid of her after only three years. He broke her heart every time when she saw him loving other, jet she forgave him every time. Now he was claiming that he loved that little whore Jane Seymour. Anne remembered when she caught him with Jane on his knee; she wanted to die at that moment. She hated him because she loved him still. He was her soul mate, but now he was getting rid of her so that he can be with that pale wench. And he was making their precious daughter a bastard. He called her his jewel and now he was calling her bastard.
Elizabeth was the only light thing in Anne's life. Would she even remember her? Would she believe that her mother was guilty of treason? They spent so little time together. How badly she wanted to see her little girl. Anne was deeply convinced that Elizabeth would make better Queen that all the sons that Seymour woman will give birth. Elizabeth was the child that every man would be proud to call daughter.
Anne knelt and started do pray for her daughter.
They took everything from her, but there is one thing that nobody could ever take it from her and that was the love that she felt toward her beloved innocent little daughter will be from now on known as a bastard of witch and whore.
"God, please.." Anne whispered as tears started to fall down her pale cheeks. She didn't even know what she was pleading, she just wished to see her daughter one more time, just one more time to tell her that she loves her.
Henry sat in his chambers with a goblet of wine in his mind was numb from all the wine he drank. And how could he not drink? Today he annulled his marriage to Anne, to a woman for who he fought seven betrayed him numerous times with, as Cromwell said, at least hundred men. How could she? After everything, they have been through. It hurt too much, much more than he thought it believed that he stopped loving her, but now he knew that wasn't true.
He tried to think of something other than , he tried to think about his sweet, virtuous angel, but in his mind her beautiful gold locks were replaced by raven 's eye's were blue but in his mind they become black, like dark hooks for his soul.
Henry tried to imagine his future with Jane, who, as he tried to convince himself, would be perfect match for him, but deep down he knew that he already met his perfect match, his soulmate .And that was Anne Boleyn. Together they were like two storms crashing. Their relationship was full of ups and downs, jet they always managed to find way back to each other. That is until now.
He tried to imagine the birth of his son with Jane, but all he could think of was Elizabeth's birth. He remembered how disappointed he was with her gender, but Elizabeth was a perfect child. She was so smart for her age and so polite and eager to princess. But now because of Anne he didn't even know if she was his truly.
Of course she was, none of Anne's lovers could make such was his, child of king and whore, but perfect despite all.
He heard knocking.
"What is it? " He asked and his voice was filled with anger.
Cromwell walked into the room. He bowed deeply to tried to stand up, but he decided against it as he felt dizzy.
"You're Majesty, I'm very sorry to disturb you, but we have a problem."
"I'm afraid that people are protesting against the execution of Lady in said that if you two were never truly married she couldn't commit adultery."
"I don't care.I want her dead!"
"I said that I want her dead, are you deaf Cromwell?!"
"You're Majesty, it can even come to civil war."
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, that fucking whore is going to cost me my country! What can I do?" Henry yelled.
"I have a suggestion. Your Majesty can spare her and show mercy. You can exile men who were to die alongside for a lady well if she lives and she is unmarried there will always be rumors about the legitimacy of your new marriage, so may I suggest that you wed lady to one of men's loyal to you."
"That is excellent idea I know just a right man."
"May I ask who?"
"You may. I will wed whore to Edward Seymour."