Two Tudor Thieves

Anne Boleyn

Anne frowned thinking, The Author had said that if you wrote in the book it could change the plot. She couldn't fully remember what The Author had said about it, but she was almost positive that was what she had said.

Anne did remember how Jack and Jill went up the hill to fetch a pail of water, so they say, their subsequent fall was inevitable. They never stood a chance, they were written that way: innocent victims of their story.

Romeo and Juliet 'twas written in the stars before they even met. Love and fate and a touch of stupidity would rob them of their hope of living happily. The endings are often a little bit gory. Anne wondered why they didn't just change their story. We're told we have to do what we're told but surely sometimes you have to be a little bit naughty.

    Anne sat up from her spot on her bed, she wanted to do something for Kitty, and now she might know what. Just because you find that life's not fair, it doesn't mean that you just have to grin and bear it. If you always take it on the chin and wear it nothing will change.

Even if you're little you can do a lot, you mustn't let a little thing like little stop you. If you sit around and let them get on top of you, you might as well be saying you think that it's okay.

And that's not right.

The Author sat at the kitchen table, talking with Jane. They were deep in conversation about something that had to do with dragons?
Anne frowned but focused on what she needed to do. She crept over to The Authors bag and pulled The Book and quill out. Then she quickly made her way out of the kitchen and into her and Kitty's bedroom.

Kitty was at work so she wouldn't be interrupted. In the slip of a bolt, there's a tiny revolt. The seed of a war in a creak of a floorboard. A storm can begin with a flap of a wing. The tiniest mite packs the mightiest sting. Every day starts with a tick of a clock. All escapes start with the click of a lock. If you're stuck in your story and want to get out you don't have to cry, you don't have to shout.

But nobody else was gonna put it right for her. Nobody but Anne was gonna change her story.

And that's what she did.

Or, at least that's what she tried to do.

The second the quill touched the paper Anne could feel something change. And The Author felt it too. She ran into Anne's room and when she saw the young queen with quill in hand, her face fell.

"Ms. Boleyn." The Authors voice was harsh, "What. Did. You. Do?"