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...
(Just a guess and I know that if you look up her birth year it says '1524', but I'm keeping it '23' for the sake of the book).
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(That's what she's thought to have looked like)
Tw beheading, forced separation
Kitty's POV
Angie lays her head on my shoulder and I kiss her head.
"You tried to keep them away from me. That's all that matters." She says.
Flashback
I scream when I see the guards and cling on to my daughter.
"Stop! I need to say goodbye! I'm her family! I am her sister!" I say in my sleep, thinking of the time I was brought to the execution chambers. I mumble some other stuff that was lost to even me. "She's mine! Stay away from her! You'll hurt her." They took her from me. They took my baby away.
"Any last words?" The executioner asks. I look up at the sky for a brief moment and look down to face the (small) crowd of nobles there to witness my death.
"I have come here to die. I die a queen, but wish I was never brought into this life in the first place. I had merited a hundred deaths for so offending the King who had so graciously treated me. To everyone I've hurt, I'm sorry. Also, it is my parting wish that my family shall be left alone." I say. I never said anything about Culpepper. He was my cousin, my friend, and he... well, he turned out to be just like everyone else. I only cried when I saw his head because that's a sight that I wouldn't wish on anyone. Not him, not Manox, hell not even Henry or Frances. I look at my daughter and say, "Life is... very beautiful." I'm blindfolded and forced onto the block whimpering. I hear him sharping his axe. I brace myself and pray for a quick death... and mostly for the safety of my baby. It was over before I knew it.
I bolt awake and clutch my neck. There are two women arguing about God knows what. One's wearing all green and has dark brown hair. The other is wearing all grey and has blonde hair. I lay there clutching my neck and decide to try to scratch my necklace off. This tension really is stressing me out. That is, until the someone in green stops me from clawing the thing off followed closely behind by a woman with blonde hair.
"Hey, hey. It's okay. It's gonna itch for a minute, but this'll help." I hear the green one say. She pours some kind of oil on my neck and it immediately feels better. "Hi there. Can you tell me what happened to you?" I breathe heavy as a response.
"Anne, you know perfectly well what happened!" The blonde women said.
"Yeah, because I went through it so he could marry you!" The one in green snaps in retaliation. They continue to argue.
"Excuse me, but can you tell me who you are?" I say as politely as I can muster.
"I'mJane Seymour and this is Anne Boylen." The blonde one, Jane, says.
