The other Boleyn girl

Pilot

Mary and I were watching a tennis match with the King of England. Mary had the most adorable little heart eyes as she watched the King slam the tennis ball with far more strength than was necessary for a tennis game.

"Mary,  for heavens sake!" I muttered, rolling my eyes. I loathed how all the girls were desperately in love with the King. I was not. Yes, he was handsome but he had a terrible way of behaving cruelly and tempering easily. I'd rather be in love with someone who would keep a steady temper with me at all times. And that was certainly not the King of England!

Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Alice Boleyn and I am  the youngest sister of Anne, Mary, and George. The four of us are very close: Anne is the fiery one, Mary is the loving one, George is the humorous one and I am the defiant one, not doing what requires of me. Together, we are perfect
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"Where are my daughters?" Father called once he got back to Paris. Mary, Anne and I turned around in excitement, so happy to see him well again.

"I have some exciting news. There is to be a summit between King Francis and King Henry near Calais. I am to arrange it." Mary, Anne and I exchanged wide eyed smiles, hoping for what happened next.
"That means you will all have the opportunity to meet the King of England." Mary burst into laughter and I grinned, watching my sisters happiness
"Mary, Alice, and Anne Boleyn. To your futures!" Father said, giving us wine glasses. I sipped mine, not slowing my smile.
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"Anne, do you have something planned?" I asked Anne later

"Whatever do you mean, Alice?" Anne asked, practically batting her eyelashes

"Anne. That smile you gave father, it was your innocent smile." I said flatly

"I just have a feeling, that's all." Anne said, trying to convince me but it did not work

"What kind of feeling?" I asked

"The feeling that something life changing will go down." Anne replied.