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...
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September 22, 1515–July 16, 1557 (41)
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(That's what she's thought to have looked like)
Anna's POV
Kit took my hand and squeezed. She looked at me with pure love in her eyes and kissed me.
"Mann, ich liebe deine Küsse! Du sind der beste Küsser, Liebling!" I say. (Man, I love your kisses! You are the best kisser, darling!)
"Huh?" Angie asks. Kit whispers it in her ear. "First, aww. Second, eww." We all laugh.
Flashback
I had a good life. I lived in a beautiful castle, had a close friendship with my ex husband, a beautiful relationship with my ex stepdaughters, and a spectacular thing with my friend Kathrine Howard. We even went dancing once when she was my lady in waiting. We were surrounded by twinkling lanterns and kissed, but that's a secret I'd take to my grave. Which I should be in right now. I feel something in my hand and look.
Dear Anna of Cleves, Welcome back! Me and my friends have decided to give you and Henry's other wives another chance. And yes. That means Kathrine Howard too, we know you care for her. FYI, we totally ship it up here in heaven. Lily
'KATHERYN'S COMING! OH, F**K YES!' I think excitedly. But years of teaching those kinds of thoughts were wrong forced me to correct it. 'I mean, I'm excited to see her a normal amount... as a friend.' I slowly get up, but have to catch my balance on a dresser... that has a mirror.
"Oh my god!" I looked good. If he could only see me now. I leave the room to start my search for Kit. I spot three women. Two were close together, probably just left a hug.
"Excuse me. Have you seen a teenage girl around here? She's probably wearing a tight necklace around her neck like the green one's." I recognize two from their Holbein portraits. Katherine of Aragon and Jane Seymour. True, none of us look like our pics, but they have an unmistakable look in their eyes. I guess, that means the other one's Anne Boylen. I can't believe it. That's Lizzie's mum in front of me.
"No. Sorry." Jane says apologetically. "What's your name, love?" I pause for a moment.
"Anna of Cleves." I say.
"Were you married to Henrat?" Anne asks. I nod.
"I was his fourth wife." I say.
"I don't remember ever hearing that name in court." Jane says.
"That's because I wasn't from court. I wasn't a lady in waiting either. I was called from my home in Germany when he saw my portrait." I say. All of a sudden we hear someone screaming bloody murder.
"Stop! I need to say goodbye! I'm her family! I am her sister!" I hear a familiar voice say.
"Kätzchen!" I say wild with worry. (Kitty!) I run off with the others following quickly behind. She continued to scream, but we couldn't understand what she says.
"I'm going to look for the next! Help the fifth!" Aragon says. I stop mid stride, getting nervous to see Kitty again.
"I need a minute." I say. They nod and run off.
"She's mine! Stay away from her! You'll hurt her." Kat says as they approach her room.
