Angel has been abused since her mother died until she ran away before her dad could trade her for a son. But the abuse didn't stop. After she was paced in a foster home with a guy named Henry Manox, she was hurt constantly. Until the most wonderful...
(FYI, if you're curious about what she's doing with her phone, she's flashing a peace sign over her eye with a duck face. Like this;)
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July 26, 1501–May 19, 1536 (35)
(This is just a guess. And I know Henry wasn't there when she breathed her last, but I am putting him there for the sake of the book.)
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(That's what she's thought to have looked like)
Tw; beheading
Anne's POV
After Aragon tells everyone what I was screaming, Lizzie, subconsciously cuddled into me. That was right before I was be- be- well, you know, when I used my last request to say goodbye to her. That day still terrified the bajesus out of me.
"Je t'aime de tout mon cœur à, Maman." She says. (I love you with all my heart too, Mum).
"Aww." Angie says. Kat looks at her confused, but Angie whispers in her ear what Lizzie meant.
"Aww." She says. I kiss my daughters head before I pick up the story.
"Well, before Aragon found me I was flash-backing back and forth." I began.
Flashback
First thing I thing I thought of when I woke up was my execution. I internally screamed right before the sword went down. Then to when I last saw Lizzie.
Flashback
She was being taken away. I clung on, whispering sweet things in the ear of my only surviving child.
"Lizzie, ça ira! Maman t'aime! Maman t'aime de tout son cœur plus que tout!" I say before they take her. (Lizzie, it'll be fine! Mummy loves you! Mummy loves you with all her heart more than anything!) Then, I'm grabbed to be taken towards my doom. I decided to face it with dignity, but it still terrifies me.
"Any last words?" Henry asks. I breathe.
"Good Christan people. I am come hither to accuse no man, nor to speak of that whereof I am accused and condemned to die, but I pray God save the King and send him long to reign over you, for a gentler nor a more merciful prince was there never, and to me he was ever a good, a gentle, and sovereign lord. And if any person will meddle of my cause, I require them to judge the best. And thus I take my leave of the world and of you all, and I heartily desire you all to pray for me. O Lord have mercy on me, to God I commend my soul." I say. (I come here to accuse no one, and not to speak of what I am accused of and sentenced to death for, but I pray that God doesn't punish the king and that he may continue his reign for many more years, because you shall never find a more gentle, or more merciful king then him. And if any person wishes to interfere on my behalf, I require you to judge mercifully. And with that I leave this world for the next, and I ask for you all to pray for me. Lord have mercy on me, to God I give my soul). (This is what I think she meant. I guessed at some parts. I could never truly know what she meant). One last desperate attempt to save my life.
"Okay then." He says. He looks from me to the swordsman. "Executioner?" My executioner—otherwise known as the French Executioner, or the Swordsman of Calais—grabs me.
"Madam, I crave Your Majesty's pardon for I am order to do this duty and I beg you to kneel and say your prayers." Calais says.
"I have already done so good as to pardon you." I say kneeling.
"Boy, sharpen my sword!" He calls as Henry turns around to walk away.
"Henry, I'm begging you, don't leave our only child motherless." I beg as I give him the gold coin. An offering to make sure he does his job properly and as painlessly possible. Henry looks at me a final time.
"She won't be. I have my eyes on another." He says as I shakily take my pearls off.
"Boy, fetch me my sword!" He calls. He turns his eyes to me. "Once more, I must ask your majesty to kneel and say your prayers." I kneel down.
"Oh lord have mercy on me. To God I commend my soul. To Jesus Christ I commend my soul; Lord Jesus receive my soul." I repeat over again over, but my mind is elsewhere. 'Jane Seymour. All of this... was so he could marry my second cousin because I'm barren as Kath—' I would've finished my thought but... I LOST MY HEAD!
Back to og flashback
"Boleyn?" I hear. I look at the women. She's a little older than me, and feels familiar, but I can't place it.
"I'm sorry, do I know you?" I ask.
"Why you miserable little... GREMLIN!" She says lunging at me.
"KATHRINE?!" I yell in fear running away and hiding behind a chair.
"Yah, who'd you think you were talking to?!" She yells.
"Um, maybe look in the mirror." I say. She looks at me confused, but does as I suggest. She screams when she sees her reflection and prays.
"Oh, Heavenly Father, for what sin have you taken me out of my own body for?" She asks.
"Well, I know why I'm not in my body." I say shyly.
"Because your a sinner?" Katherine A says. "Shocker." I can hear the resentment and the sarcasm. I roll my eyes.
"NO, BECAUSE MY BODY DOSEN'T HAVE A HEAD!" I snap. One of the many times my temper has gotten away from me. I cover my mouth. Knowing her she'd probably use this in a way to hurt me even more. She laughs so hard she falls on the floor. "HOW IS THAT FUNNY?!" She keeps laughing till she has to wipe off a tear.
"Because. God punished you. I always knew it would happen but this... this is delicious." She says.
"How is my greatest pain delicious?!" I ask loudly. "I never even got to raise my own daughter! At least you were there until your Mary was a teenager!" She scoffs.
"That's because you're a sinner, Anne." She says.
"I'M SORRY MY PAPA MADE ME GO AFTER YOUR HENRY!" I yell. I sit down slouching. "Leave me alone." She sits next to me as I clutch my neck, trying to claw the necklace on it off. She slipped some oil on my neck and it felt better-ish. I quickly thank her.
"What do you mean... your papa made you go after him?" She says.
"I was engaged before I met him. Happily, I may add. To Henry Percy until we were found out and I forced into seducing the king." I say.
"The 6th Duke of Northumberland?" She asks. I nod.
"He— he was... on the jury that condemned me. Along with my own family." I say bitterly. She touches my back gently and I flinch. I'm amazed. She was actually being nice to me for once.
"I think you might want to look in your hand." She says. I eye her confused—I thought we were having a moment—but I do as she asks.
Dear Anne Boylen, Welcome to the 21st century! My name is Lily and I'm your Guardian Angel. I hope you and Aragon are getting on a little better. I gave her a heads up that you've had a hard time. But just an FYI, you aren't the only one out of the six wives that's been through execution.
'SIX WIVES?!' I think angrily. 'You mean to tell me he married four times after me?! And he beheaded another?! Who?!' I had ideas, but I could've never in my wildest, most f****d up dreams could've guessed who it really was.
I know you have questions, but all will be answered. Starting with, yes, some... substantial people will be coming. And, we decided that it'll be best to give you all new bodies, names, and ages to avoid suspicious. You will be informed of these names and ages by the way of the last queen's letter, as well as clues as to why you are here. For now, you and Aragon need to focus on helping the others, especially the fifth, the other one that was beheaded. Good luck! Lily
'Substantial people? That could mean Lizzie!' I could actually get my daughter back.
"Have either of you seen my son?" A woman asks. We both look in the direction of the voice.
