A Henry VIII Story (WIP title)

2-Anne Boleyn

*Please don't blame me for a bunch of inaccurate things, I really just wanted to make her feisty*

"Under the crimes of adultery, incest of ones brother and treason, I hereby sentence Anne Boleyn to be beheaded." A silence ensued his sentence. I rolled my eyes.

"If you were going to execute me, atleast use an excuse that is true." I scoffed slightly, hiding it, discreetly.

Henry seemed taken aback with my defiance but soon recovered. "No slut should speak to me like that, no less ones wife." He snarled.

Oh but it's alright for you to sleep around with 20 girls a night. Heck. You even married me because of an affair.

Obviously I didn't voice these opinions. Despite already being sentenced to death, I didn't want a worser form of execution.

***

I pleaded my innocence, even while I knew it was stupid and irrelevant. They wouldn't believe me, so I tried to spend as much time with Elizabeth as possible. I didn't bother for that snobby cow Mary.

My deathday was coming soon and it was hard to feel joyous at this, for obvious reasons.

It was stupid that my daughter was considered an illegitimate child. I find it ironic that the laws can only be broken if it suits Henry. I suppose he is the king.

***

I awaited my inevitable death, now only praying that by some miracle my daughter was taken care of.

"Any last words?" I was asked simply. I knew these had to be good. If that stupid fat king wanted me to bite back, bury myself deeper in my grave, he'd be negatively surprised.

“I am come hither to die, for according to the law and by the law I am judged to die, and therefore I will speak nothing against it … I pray God save the King … for a gentler nor a more merciful prince was there never.” I repeated.

It was more so worry for my daughter, than bitter irony, but both served a dutiful purpose in my choice of words.

Sighing, I watched the gleaming sword be brought down with force.

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