After the death of Anne Boylen, King Henry marries Constance Seymour. Constance is the little sister of the infamous Jane Seymour. When Henry decides to wed Jane, Constance is not discarded as other wives were.
"Constance! I don't feel well." Anne heaved. It was coronation day, 1 June 1533.
"My Queen! Sit. Lean on the table and rest your head here." Constance comforted. "Here, if you need to empty your stomach do it in this."
"Thank you, Constance. Can you bring me some tea? Then bring my jewellery."
"Of course, Your Highness." Constance smiled. She poured the tea and passed it to Anne. Anne smiled as she took the tea.
"I'm so nervous Constance!"
"Well, your baby doesn't help your health. Morning Sickness is probably a contributing factor to your feeling ill," Constance and Anne smiled and sat in silence while Anne drank her tea.
"What if I do something wrong? The people already hate me, what if I give them a reason to?"
"Permission to speak frankly Your Highness?" Anne looked wary.
"Granted," she said with a raised eyebrow.
"You are an amazing woman and I really look up to you. You are being crowned the Queen of England! You will soon win the people over. You will not do anything wrong, you are going to be perfect!" Constance smiled kindly. Anne blushed and smiled,
"The coronation was a huge success my Queen! I told you you would be perfect!" Constance laughed. Anne grinned from ear to ear.
"Now I need to live through the banquet!" Anne giggled. Constance removed the train and heavy jewellery. Together they walked to the banquet hall. Constance a few steps behind, of course. As they were about to enter, Constance stopped the guards from opening the doors. Anne frowned.
"Your Highness, I suggest a grand entrance. You confided that you wanted to make a good impression." Constance said. She dropped down and arranged Anne's gown around her feet. She straightened Anne's jewellery and tiara. Then, when Anne was ready, the guards opened the doors. There were audible gasps of amazement. Everyone stood and bowed or curtseyed. Anne smiled and held her head up high and took her place at the table, next to Henry. Henry took her hand and kissed it, then looked at Constance and nodded, smiling.
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