A Crown of Thorns

Anne Boleyn was meant to die. Instead, she lived.

Now she walks the Tudor court as something half-ruined, half-resurrected - a queen who has lost everything except her crown and her daughter. Jane Seymour waits in the wings with her pale hands folded. Henry watches both women like a man trying to rewrite his own sins.

Survival is not victory. Not yet. But Anne is learning: silence can be a weapon, and legacy is written in blood - or breath.