On May 2, 1536, Anne Boleyn's world collapses when she is arrested for treason, adultery, and witchcraft. Charles Brandon escorts her to the Tower of London on King Henry VIII's orders. This follows Anne's falling out with Thomas Cromwell over relig...
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FIGHT FOR ME
Greenwich Palace, May 26, 1536
The young queen's skirts swept against the cold cobbled stones, her dark hair billowing in the wind as she hurried from her chambers to the king's.
"Anne?!" Henry exclaimed, surprised by her sudden intrusion into his bedchamber where he sat with Charles Brandon, engrossed in a game of chess. "Is everything well? Has something happened to our son?"
"Our son is well," she reassured him breathlessly. "It is Mary I must speak to you about. I fear her sanity may be at risk after what we witnessed this morning during our walk in the gardens." Henry rose from his seat beside Charles and approached her with concern etched on his face. "What... happened?"
"Mary and I saw Jane Seymour in a compromising position with her brother," Anne stated bluntly, a mix of irony and anger in her voice.
"What?!" Henry exclaimed, stumbling back against the fireplace for support. "Are you sure? Did Mary see this too?"
"Ask her yourself," Anne replied firmly, her hand on her hip, the other gesturing animatedly.
Henry turned to Charles Brandon. "Fetch Mary," he ordered, needing confirmation from his daughter.
"Are you certain of this, Anne? Could it have been a misunderstanding?" Henry asked, stepping closer and gripping her shoulders.
"I am certain," Anne asserted, pulling away. "Her skirts were lifted, and he was with her."
Henry's disbelief was evident, his gaze drifting away momentarily. Jane Seymour, known for her piety, seemed an unlikely culprit. "He might have been assisting her with something innocent," he suggested tentatively, stepping back.
"Innocent? By impregnating her to secure a claim on your favor, deceiving you into believing the child is yours?" Anne retorted, frustration bubbling. "You believed far worse about me without hesitation."
