𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓭𝓼 𝓞𝓯 𝓘𝓷𝓷𝓸𝓬𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓮

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If only the king would acknowledge my presence. As of now, he remains oblivious to me. Yet, he sees our son, young Henry. The court eagerly awaits the king's affection, a fragile hope. The king isolates himself, granting audience only to the council. Rumors circulate about his demise, accusing me of taking his life, branding me a witch. A child born through alleged witchcraft is said to secure the Crown an heir. The king's love is not only absent but cruel. I am uncertain when I will have the opportunity to explain. I pray no one has poisoned his thoughts against me again; Cromwell met an untimely end.

I had yearned to personally wield the knife against him for placing me on the block, paving the way for the king to marry the fair-faced Seymour girl. She lurks like a spider, anticipating the moment the king turns away from me. Yet, he remains devoted, refusing to send her away. Still, her brother, loyal to the Crown, pleads on my behalf. He envisions greatness through his sister Jane, who could potentially provide another son. However, the king dismisses her as inconsequential. This brings me immense satisfaction, knowing that the king has yielded to my influence, submitting to his loyal wife.

There shall be no third QUEEN! I am the Queen, and I will retain that title until my last breath. The king harbors resentment toward his daughter, evident in his refusal to send ships to Spain or appeal to the Emperor for Mary Tudor's return. He seems to have given up on reconciliation, considering Mary his last link to Catherine of Aragon. Catherine, resolute until the end, wished to remain his wife, an impossibility. I am the lawful wife in the eyes of God, and the Countess, my mother, believes the king will eventually move forward, crowning me Queen of England in a grand ceremony. The king cannot hide indefinitely; he has a country to govern. Despite his daughter's departure, she will never return.

It's for the best that she remains abroad, avoiding the conflict arising from the strained relationship between father and daughter. Her staunch Catholic faith keeps them apart. If only she recognized the corruption. Her loyalty to the Pope infuriates me.

VILE BITCH.

Her loveless actions break the king's heart. Regardless, I will persist in my duties as the Queen of England. The king does harbor deep affection for me; that much is true. I am confident in my ability to bear another son. Despite my advancing age, the physicians assure me that I can deliver a healthy child. Little Henry arrived prematurely, but I am certain that I can bring forth another child, loved just as much by God.

The fruit is ripe.