ANNE BOLEYN

White, pure rose

May 1533, the sound of the trumpets announcing the marriage between Henry the 8th and the new Queen Consort of England, Anne Boleyn, were resounding troughout the nearby town and all the small villages.

Oddly there was a deep silence between the walls of each houses. None was out of his abode and even studios were closed.

After few minutes the trumpets ceased their sound and there was only the noise of the English flags waving and hitting the roofs of every house.

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At court there was a different situation, all the nobles coming from all Europe were honouring the new marriage and all were staring at King Henry. There was a large and long hallway sorrounded by quartz coloumns and at the centre there was a rich feast supplied of sweets, cakes and wines extremely refined.

The room was full of flowers, precisely white roses that fitted entirely with the style of the castle.

Not so far from the Hall there was another large room prevailed by a great arch and some gold details.  At the end of the room there were two large chairs, certainly belonging to the King and the Queen.

Aside of the room there was a white dressed woman with dark and long hair and pale skin, staring at the window, holding on his right hand one of the white roses, tearing little by little all its petals.

No one was in the room, or better the throne room.

The woman was Anne Boleyn and by the state of her face, it seems like she has just finished to cry. She has red cheecks and shiny eyes.

Rumors said that she is worried about being the woman of the King, a protestant King, while she is a praticing catholic and she is really devote to her religion.

But she really loves Henry, since the day they've met. She was wretched about her people, because they have really a deep hatred to her, she is known as "the woman who steals the King's heart".

Altought it was a positive thing, for people was not, because they really love the King's ex-wife, Catherine of Aragon, and the idea of having a traitor Queen caused many revolts.

Suddenly, Anne felt, a cold hand touching her shoulder and she immediately had a start at that feeling.

She turned around and met King Henry eyes, who gently gave her a caress drying her face from her tears and with an expression of reassurance he kissed her on her forehead.

"i know this thing is hurting you, but today is our day, take advantage of showing people the wonderful pearson you really are, i choose you because i love you and i don't want seeing you cry the day of our marriage" he said " you are my wife and my Queen and i want you be happy"

She smile slightly and fixing Henry's shirt said "i love you too"

He gave her a hug and then he wrapped her in his strong and robust arms.

Without any other word they left the throne room heading towards the hallway. Suddenly all the nobles and also the servants were staring at both of them taking a large bow. Henry looked at Anne and met her eyes, he smiled at her handing out his arm and she tied it with pleasure. Then she looked in front of her and crossed the large and long corridor with pride, showing her strenght - because that's how a Queen must do, show she is strong, or better, don't show she is weak-

At a certain point the King announced that in a few minutes he and his wife will make their first ball and invited all the people, servants included, to join it.

The King and the Queen headed towards the biggest room of the castle, the ball's room. The room was completly coverd by gold details, on the floor, on the walls and on the ceiling. There were four chandeliers in all the hall and at the end of that there was a choir and an orchestra. The raised hand of the King was enough to start the music and suddenly violins, cellos, violas, flutes and a piano started their awful armony making all the people dancing with their parteners.

Obviously Henry and Anne were at the centre of the room and under everyone's gaze. They looked like the perfect couple and after six balls, the ceiling dropped an enormous amount of white rose petals, falling down people's face and suddenly the room was full of laughter and chunckles.

Anne was amazed from all that and while she was looking at the falling petals, she met a sight, different from Henry's one.

A tall, brown hair boy was staring at her, holding a white, pure rose

hiii this is my 1st chapterrr! i hope you like it.

i want to remember you that im not an english mother tongue and so, if there are some mistakes, pleaseee write them on the comments!

i know the last scene is very very similar to the Reign's one but i really liked that soo i wanted to add that in my story.

tell me some advices about how can i continue the story and if you find it interesting!

new chapters are coming soon!!