The Six
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'Divorced, beheaded, died; divorced, beheaded, survived." In this way, the six wives of Henry VIII were remembered not for how they lived, but in the way they died. It is impossible to know exactly what they were thinking or had to go through, in having to marry this larger-than life King, so assured of his own rightness. It is impossible to know what their last thoughts were. But we can guess, and infer. Because these six women weren't simply paper-thin, flat cut-outs from hundreds of years ago; they were unique, and each had their own strength, and each had the fate to marry King Henry VIII, and dance around this large maypole. *Shorts on the six wives of Henry VIII; their lives, their deaths*
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