Henry invited me to his bedchambers, if I did go to him tonight, it will be the first time we will have carnal knowledge of each other, at this day of our lord, I feel do not want to slide into his bed and make sweet love to each other, the reasons why I do not want to make intercourse to the king as he has a wound on his leg, and I just cannot imagine the smell of it, he is not as athletic as he used to be and sometimes I find him repulsive.
Last night I had to pluck up my courage to walk up to his bed and do it. I knew from the moment I entered that my instinct were right, I did not enjoy it and we certainly did not maker good sweet love to each other, I have thought myself a modest woman, not a whore, wench or slut, but I do not feel he is good enough for me anymore, I do hope I can please him as I will no longer be invited to his bedchambers, he will be wenching with women of the court, they will be sniggering at me behind my back and I will not stand for it, I am the Queen of England!
I am told our Majesties will be moved to some lodging to the North of England, I fear we will not be welcome, the North of England were where there were many uprisings against the Kings majesty, and as a Protestant they may find me a witch who must die, it seems wherever I go there is war and mortality. We are moving to Lincoln along with most of the court as there is more plague within London and they have took extra precautions, the last time there was a illness going around London, the Kings very own sister was taken by it. It frightens me, what something so little can change something so big.
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He Likes Me Not
Historical FictionAs Anne Of Cleves is asked in her hand of marriage to Henry VIII she wonders if she has married a tyrant who could just kill her, she realizes she is just a piece in the game of chess. When she arrives in England she does not know English customs an...
