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posted October 17, 2017 10:04 PM     Click Here to See the Profile for whitewitch111     Edit/Delete Message   Reply w/Quote
She was happy to see George. George was her dearest brother and she certainly loved him above Mary, her sister, who she regarded as a disgrace to their sex, this being female.
It had been six years since last she had been in England and in the Year of our Lord 1521, even though she liked France better, was happy to be home. She knew of course why she had been sent for back. Mary was about to have the King's ******* and this was a great honor for the Boleyns, No less the almost thirty year disgraced Howards, her Mother's family.
"Anne!" Cried out her brother. He was lying on the grass outside of Hever Castle with his hands behind his head. He was always a snazzy dresser and as much as their parents battled with him to shave his dark brown beard, he never did. He insisted that some day he would bring back the fashion of the beard which the nobles of England had not found attractive for at least 100 years now.
In his cap stuck out a brown falcon feather and his petty coat was pure crimson and black breeches. He was quite impressed to see his sister dressed in such a way. Her gown was of a green and black, the black being the vines amidst the green velvet background. She was good at making herself appear curvaceous and plump indeed his sister was not the image of beauty. She had olive skin, was flat chested, though he had ever personally seen, black hair and dark hazel eyes. As well as a small bunch of fat beneath her chin which made it seem like it was on her neck. But she was very good at making herself appear as the ultimate image of beauty. Weather it was through the tight bodices she selected or the garters and corsets that forced her straight sides inward. For her neck she wore tight lace chokers. But her pearled hood was the most striking, holding back her hair.
He looked down now at her hands.
"French inspired too?" He asked. And she shook her head.
"No, I made them myself." Her sleeves ended in a triangular sort of fashion revealing the beginnings of her long fingers, but the point stopped at the middle one.
"You could make a fashion statement at court." He replied.
"And so could you." She giggled motioning to his beard.

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He took her arm in his own. And they walked.
"I came in contact with a book about a man who copulated with corpses." Anne burst out laughing. Her brother always had the strangest story's and jokes that bordered on the dark and the gruesome.
"Now, let's assume that the man fell in love with a corpse." He went on. His serious face made her giggles come without restraint. What was he getting at?
"Now as sometimes happens sister, things do not go well between the two. So his friends begin to inquire 'why did your union end? You always spoke so adoringly of thy love for her.' The man's response? The Rotten **** split on me. So, Anne, does he mean that the corpse woman he was in love with split on him as if to love another man or that her **** was so rotten that when he went to **** it, it split from him?"
She loved how her brother was never afraid to talk of the taboo darkness of life. And well, maybe that didn't seem too outlandish for a person to do, have sex with a corpse.
"And is that all you have learned since I have been away? That some men like to copulate with corpses."
"Yes." He nodded. And laughed. "No, I have actually engrossed myself in the teachings of Luther."
She looked at him strangely then. In France, the King's sister, Margariette De Navarre had taken a special interest in Anne and was an avid supporter of Luther as well.
She told George the story of the banished artist from Rome, Signor DaVince and he marveled that his sister could speak a bit of Italian.
She told him how Margariette referred to her as Maitresse Boleyn and how the Artist known as Signor Davince had painted her over another woman he had begun while in Rome.
"He has been banished because he speaks openly of the corruption of the Vatican." Said the French Duchess to her in her deep voice of antiquity.
"He painted a picture of the last supper and it was meant to convey the evils that the Cardinals do behind closed doors." Anne explained it to George.
"They...Have orgies? The Holy men who are the Vessels of God on earth have orgies? So Luther is not misinformed?" Her brother asked.
"No, they are true, and all the money they take of Europe George, how they destroy the Eastern half of this continent, how they make statues cry blood for the pense of those who weep with joy at the sight of a stone Madonna doing so."
"Is the Castratii a rumour?"
"You don't wish to know." Spoke Anne.
"Yes I do," and she laughed. George lived for the gruesome aspects of life.
"No." She replied.
He gave a spit of disgust on the ground.
"They can't keep doing this Anne. Luther teaches that all can go to God without priest, without Pope. Luther teaches we can have our sins forgiven not through Confession but by simply asking anywhere at any time of the day." Anne knew well the teachings of the fed up monk who had posted his thirty nine thesis on the walls of a Church in Germany and how most of Continental Europe was up in flames at his risqué ideals.

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She was a pious woman as well and she knew it hadn't always been like this. But that the corruption could be placed with the Borgia Pope, who had reigned in Rome before the current one. Or at least majorly. The first Pope to openly acknowledge his ******** .
And she loved Luther because all he wished to do was simply restore people's belief in their personal relationship with God and to make the beauty of the Church come to its fullest glory. The Vatican ruled the Kings of Europe, wasn't it just natural that power goes to men's heads? Of course it seemed a concept people knew but when coming to the Church and the Pope it did not exist in their minds.
"Sheep," George shook his head. "All of them Sheep to the wrong Shepherd."
She smiled at her brother. He was a very pious man. He loved Christ and God but it would also seem that he was one of the greatest sinners you would ever meet. He drank too much, started fights purposely, chased ****** , and gambled.
But, he could also be seen to give great thanks for his food before it was consumed and their parents often became embarrassed at when their son would begin to recite the Lord's Prayer in public or at court. Something not done outside the walls of a church or an abbey. He didn't read the bible, but he always crossed himself in public and prayed, quite loudly for whoever wanted to hear it. She took some humor in imagining her brother as England's own Luther.

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"But there is hope George." She said.
"If men wish for it, I tried to talk to Mary to speak to the King of instating the teachings of Luther to this country." Anne sighed.
"Mary doesn't think past breakfast." And she shook her head.
"I might try if you think it would work."
"Yes, yes do so. There is hope for England yet."
She looked up at the sky. "It's a new world George and for once England won't be the last to taste it."

She entered her Father's office. He was hunched over dipping his quill in ink and writing letters. He did not even turn as she opened the door.
She rapped her arms around him and still he did not stir from the position.
"Did you miss me?" She asked and smiled, desperate for his attention, desperate for the love she had never had. But being fifteen she had not yet learned she would never receive it no matter how hard she tried.
It was a minute before he replied. Thomas Boleyn was a short and stocky man with hair and eyes just like George. But unlike his son, he was quiet, reserved and most certainly not boisterous like him.
"I am glad you are back Lady Daughter," He replied and dipped his quill in the ink pot again. And she laid a customary kiss on his cheek, it hurt her to feel no affection come from his body due to the act.
Maybe in a different life, a happy one, which she used to imagine as a very small child, she would have a father who she would be the absolute world to. She used to imagine her father and her at a game of chess and he praising her and telling her how beautiful, smart and graceful she was. But God had given her this lot for a reason. So she made the most of it now in adolescence.

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Her Mother was a shrill woman who pampered George too much with gifts she thought. But also screamed at him more then she or Mary.
Thomas and Elizabeth were a happy couple with each other, but all three of their children always had the sense that they would have been more happy had they never been born. And this was probably the truth. Though, the five of them always danced around the issue. So, Anne born on May 18th, in the year of our Lord; 1505 and Mary born September 1st in the Year of our Lord, 1501. Took love to George being like their father.
Who was born April ninth in the year of our Lord; 1500.
Anne liked being the youngest. It meant that she wasn't used for political gain as much as her siblings and the three of them knew that this is where their parent's love for them ended and would not begin for the people they were.

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Elizabeth Howard's father had been the Second Duke of Norfolk, a trusted friend and courtier to the King Richard III the rival of King Henry VII, the father of the current King Henry VIII.
She talked to her children often of the unfairness of life and how 'we are all molded to what the King wants. No matter if we are the peasant in the field or the Lord of the North God forbid.' She was rude to her servants and house guests as well.
But Anne always got the sense that her Mother had began life in a sort of posh and elaborate way only to have it snatched away from her with the death of King Richard III and her father's disgrace. And had to settle for the title of; Countess of Wiltshire which was held through her blood and not her Boleyn husband's.
Anne, George and Mary knew that they did not live as well as most nobles for this reason, but it intrigued them to think that once their Grandfather held a lot of power over the Kingdom and now their Uncle, the third Duke of Norfolk held very little. Maybe not much more then an Earl...

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"Good Morrow Mother!" Anne hollered. Elizabeth Howard was in her dressing room yelling at a maid that her dresses were not ordered correctly.
"Crimson goes before russet you incompetent sow!"
"Anne," she said intently eyeing her daughter and came walking to her in a very non-motherly manner.
She grabbed her daughter's chin and marveled at the black lace chocker.
"God granted you with a sense of style fit for a Sultan's Harem." She marveled.
"Now, I am sure you have heard of your sister?" And Anne rolled her eyes and felt her stomach turn a bit.
Elizabeth didn't care about her daughter's adventures in France. She didn't care that she had at the age of nine become the closest courtier to the King of France's sister. No, all that mattered was that Mary was about to have a ******* child from the King, and if it were a boy, oh, the great blessings granted to the Howard family. Their disgrace would be transformed and brought back to a very notable post at Court. And Anne knew her Uncle was riding on this heavily as well.
"Now, you are to go to Court with myself to be a Lady-In-Waiting to Queen Catherine of Aragon. Who knows Anne mayhap me and my daughters will be granted a private supper with the King of England." And her eyes lit up thinking of first herself.


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She only had a day to settle herself, the next it was just loading her luggage in another carriage to go to London with her Mother.
She grasped tightly to George's hands before so and her eyes watered. The person she trusted above all else in the world, her dear older brother when would they see each other again?"
He kissed her lashes and Thomas Boleyn looked at his children in a scowl. They were much more affectionate then most brothers and sisters, they hugged too often, kissed each other's faces too much and it embarrassed him.
"What do I always say?" She shook her head and put it down to him.
"What do I always say?" He repeated, he was smiling and spoke in a cheerful tone.
"Wake up, it's a good day." She replied.
"Then that's what it shall be tomorrow; a good day and every day will be a good day until we see each other again, and then it will be a great day!" and he nuzzled her nose as she laughed.

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"Come, come Anne!" Hastened Elizabeth.
Her Father grasped her hand for a brief moment. Expecting something she had always wished for he instead said; "Tell Mary her Father is very pleased with her." He was smiling gently, lovingly, like a father. And the really sick thing of it wasn't even that the only reason he was pleased with his elder daughter was because she was about to have a Royal ******* . It was that he expected his younger daughter to hold the same love and respect for the concept of it.

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She had selected a red dress to wear, low cut, with a tight brazier beneath so that it would appear that she had something of breasts. She had tied a red silk ribbon on her neck to match and ruby earrings as well as wearing her long black hair freely.
From out her bag she pulled out a book with black lining.
"Oh, no need for that." Spoke Elizabeth and took the book from her daughter knowing well what it was. "The Howards are loyal to the Church of Rome." Her tone radiated superiority.
Anne sighed.
It would be a three day ride to London and to spend it with a woman she had not spoken more then twenty five conversations with in her entire life made it irritating in some regard. Especially her Mother's complaints. Always, always complaining.
Elizabeth Howard had served as a Lady-in-waiting to both the Mother of the King and his Wife. And any pleasant thing she had to say of either of them was followed by a great criticism of each.
"And you'll not breathe a word of what I say! Not of the current Queen nor the old one!" Of course she wouldn't have.
Well, Elizabeth of York was a wretched woman to serve under, oh she was kindly, good with children too, many children of the nobles then will tell you Anne that she was more a mother to them then their own Mothers. And that's all right and well Anne, but she was a lazy woman, slept until the afternoon sometimes! And the unhappiness she radiated was simply unbearable. She was creative though in the way of her dress, sort of like you Anne, but English ware of course. I remember once I asked her if she should wish for her cat to be brought to her and she broke out in tears. The pampered little brat. If I were a Queen, I would be honored!
Now Queen Catherine. There is too bold a woman! The King gives her too much control as his Wife, Queens are not to be given that much power Anne, no, it is not healthy for a country. Her Court is lively and she takes to sitting with rich and powerful men as an equal not as sovereign but in gender. She is very kind and animated, but she is bold Anne. Elizabeth was spoiled and Catherine is bold, two of the worst qualities in women Anne you take note."
'But you are both spoiled and bold,' she thought silently to herself.

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"What does Queen Catherine think of Mary about to bare her husband's ******* ?" I asked.
"Ah, well I would imagine not too happy, but she's been through the same with Bessie Blount and Henry Fitzroy before, she has a way of putting on a smile to pretend everything is all right and that she and the King enjoy a good marriage and relationship with their daughter, but all of us in her circle can tell you that it is far from the truth. Well, in his as well I would assume."
They had been married for twelve years, but all the union had to show for it was a single five year old Princess.

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Anne was beginning to realize how much her mother loved gossip and where better for gossip then Court? There wasn't much else for them to talk about really other then what Anne had seen in France of Luther, the Artist banished from Rome, the talks of what took place in the Vatican, and the ways of the French Court. But if any of it did come up in conversation Elizabeth Howard's ear was not held for the first three subjects. Her Mother was only interested in the posh type of lifestyle as Anne called it. And everybody knew how lavished the French Court was compared to the English Court.
She withdrew a fan from her sleeve and undid it elegantly to display the solid black outline of birds on it. Elizabeth marveled and Anne proceeded to tell her it had come from an Oriental country called China.

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"So the baby is not Lord Carey's?" Anne inquired.
"Of course it isn't!" Elizabeth scolded. "Henry Carey was gone when thy sister conceived." Anne sighed. Such disgusting things men were. If one was more powerful they could scoot the husband right out of his bed and enter his Wife in the dead of night.

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At the Palace she meant briefly with Queen Catherine of Aragon. She didn't seem unhappy, she appeared very radiant, not like a simple Queen or woman, not like Queen Claude of France. Her dress was dark, but her jewelry was bright and radiant and it was obvious that most of her lady's were adoring of her. She wore a gabled hood and in youth it was apparent that she had been a very attractive woman, but age had made her wider and her auburn hair had traces of grey in it which stuck out a bit from her headdress.
Anne bowed to her as did her Mother.
"Oh, you are Mary Boleyn's Sister?" She asked in a thick Spanish accent but perfect English. Anne could feel the heat rise to her face would the Queen think down on her for this? But when her head rose she saw that Queen Catherine was smiling at her. "What position should you like to have as a Lady-in-Waiting to me?" Anne felt flattered the Queen had asked her this, considering the circumstances.
"In France I was in the train that put Queen Claude to sleep you Grace." She said.
Catherine giggled. "Then you should serve the same to me. Enjoy yourself at my Court Lady Anne Boleyn, but take heed I like to be put to bed at nine thirty sharp."
Anne bowed her head again delighted; "Thank you Your Grace." She replied. It was apparent that the Queen did not remember her from two years ago during the betrothal ceremony of the Princess Mary to Queen Claude and King Francoise II's son.
Anne had remembered her hesitance to eat with the King of France and how she shot him a blaring look when he touched her daughter's hair remarking "Good English Stock for a Lusty French Boy." It had always been apparent how protective she was of her only surviving child.

Anne was shown to her own room a queer thing to have she though and asked the servant as he set her things down with a simple "Why?"
"It was per the King's orders My Lady." He replied.
Anne had met King Henry VIII only twice. Well, not met, rather seen. The first was when she had departed with his sister to France and the screams she flung upon the King affront the ship that would take them. The second was during the Betrothal Ceremony of Princess Mary. He was very handsome, plump, muscular and Anne had giggled how he had asked for the favors of at least five women before he would joust. However, he ended up with thirteen ribbons on his lance one of them being hers. All around he seemed a lively and fun man. She assumed she would be getting to know him better in the following years of raising her niece which she knew it would be.
That night she, Mary, Henry Carey and her mother were given a private dinner with him.
But his spirits didn't seem very high like when she had seen him two year previous.
More a formal thing and Anne wanted to laugh at the idiocy of it all. Here was her sister, seven months with child and her husband sitting between his Wife and the man who had impregnated his Wife. But something told Anne that the King didn't actually believe it was his child and though the time line would seem to make sense, Anne got a hunch that the child wasn't his either.
It was an awkward dinner anyway, just talking about the granting of lands to Henry Carey for raising the Royal ******* . But Anne enjoyed the food that was brought from the New World.
France did not receive such things from the New World as their alliance with Spain was shaky at the moment but any imports went second always to England as the King of Spain was Queen Catherine's nephew.

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Anne wasn't an attractive girl she knew this and everyone around her knew this so she didn't have to worry about prying eyes of men of the court looking for a quick romp. Still, it saddened her that she would most likely never enjoy this.
No matter how much she ate, she stayed as thin as a sickly baby calf and her breasts had grown only slightly since the age of 12 when they had first developed. The King had passed on from Mary, she knew that the first night.

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Haven't had much time to myself lately, but I look forward to reading this through soon.

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"What are you writing?"
She had found a place in the garden away from everyone else. Peering up she was face to face with a tall blond haired man who had some stubble and black with red pantaloons.
"Poetry." She responded
"You're a poet?" He asked. Her mind was taken back to the same situation of Maitreisse Margariette discovering her. It was then her heart began to ache for her most dearest friend she had ever had, in terms of the female gender anyway. Yes, Anne did not get on well with women at all.
"Yes, and should that bother you for my age and sex?" She asked in an irritated manner.
"Oh no," he shook his head eagerly. "I too am a Poet."
She peered up at him in a strange sort of way, intrigued as well.
He sat beside her, they were beneath a large tree that overlooked the Castle grounds but was hidden from sight of others.
"What are you writing?" He asked again and he was smiling now. She did the same and began to read.

"It's really just dribble for now,"

'The Prince Regents of Wales'
Edward dies at the White King's command
Whose namesake son from the throne is banned;
Smothered by King Richard's hand.
And Richard's son so named Edward as well
Dies alone and heart broken for his mother in her cell
And Arthur in sickliness leaves for heaven and not hell.'

He seemed impressed and offered his hand.
"My name is Thomas Wyatt."
For a moment she thought it was strange that this man was offering his hand to her as a Lady and would have liked them to introduce each other as men, but she took it all the same and he shook her hand firmly.
"Anne Boleyn," she grinned back.

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The King tried his hardest not to give a sigh as the Duke of Norfolk went on about how beautiful his pregnant niece was.
"And I will say as a little girl she was always a comely child prancing about." He went on in a prideful manner.
But, he had only met her as a girl once and in his mind at the time he though her foolish and having a head full of air, and in truth knew not a thing about her beyond this.
King Henry didn't think the child was his but he would go and provide the lands anyway and perhaps give a nice plot and larger allowance to the Duke of Norfolk as well if only to get away and go for a joust and maybe he had earned it, there were no more Yorkist's around, they had been stomped out long ago, yet his father had raised him with a firm belief that if anybody would be able to throw down his crown and instate a new ruler it would be the third Duke of Norfolk. As a result, his son now kept a weary eye on them for years.
But, this wasn't the first time Thomas Howard had come in a bidding for power. And he supposed that maybe it was time to once again establish the power of the trading county of East Anglia.
"I'll increase your yearly pence," he said jovially and plainly. And the Duke rose to bow.
"Thank you Sire, you shan't be disappointed." And he left. Thomas Howard was a formal man who could use this to his advantage in any situation and Henry knew that.
'He means no harm now Father.' He thought to himself as the Duke exited, and he prayed that the miserable man would not come to haunt him in his dreams that night.
Catherine told him he gave too many lands away and was too frivolous with expensive tastes, which she had been once. After all, the years her father-in-law had kept her a popper, were they not entitled to spend his vast fortune which on his death was second only to the Pope, on their Kingdom and all the luxuries which could be provided for it? Though, they regretted this as well. For, it was all gone within nine years of their reign. And now unhappiness truly split them apart. Their four dead sons and three dead daughters had taken its toll on their kingdom, happiness and what was supposed to be the natural presumption of a male heir. But, they had Mary. And though she was not the son the King needed or wanted, he was in love with her and so was his Wife.
"Are you intelligent?" Catherine would ask their five year old daughter. Indeed, it was rumored that she was the most educated Princess in all of Europe and quite good with language.
"Yes Mama." She replied obligingly and plainly.
"Now French"
"Oui Ma'mere"
Catherine's eyes would light up and so would Mary's as they continued.
"Now Latin."
"Entiam Mater."
"Now Spanish."
"Ci Madre."
And he would smile at them both. And even though he no longer came to her bed chamber, nor she seeking him out to do so, it was their daughter who kept them in love.

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Maybe he didn't make as good a King as Arthur would have. But his subjects loved him, he was generous to them, much more then his Father had been.
He had remembered once a memory of youth where his brother, the original Heir Apparent to the throne of England, threw a pole-vault and his slender, tall body allowed him to effortlessly hop over the stone fence at Winchester, the Palace of his birth and where the family spent much time at.
Their Father was watching, delighted. And as Henry went to do the same it was plain to see due to his large and muscular self, he'd not be able to land the feet.
The King laid a pinch on Arthur's cheek.
"Such a strong Warrior King you will make my boy." He marveled.
The other Prince was still trying to pick himself up as his father placed his hand on Arthur's back and turned him to walk away.

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The Lords customarily followed behind them and when Henry had hoisted himself up, they had already made a circle 'round them so that their forms could not be made out nor seen. All of them walking away.
Arthur had been raised an adult around men, the King strictly forbid any women be allowed in his heir's upbringing after he was weaned and Charles Brandon had been his only friend that was close in age to him, the rest were the Lords of the Realm, which Henry though strange. At twelve his brother drank, sat, and even talked and acted like them. Formal and traditional. Often at feasts which there were seldom of, and they were not generous at that; His father, brother and the Lords sat at one table and Henry, the Queen his Mother, and his sisters had their own in the corner of the Great Hall.

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He looked at his Court as he passed and everybody customarily bowed but in a lax manner.
It amazed him to see the vibrancy, the warmth, and heavily decorated walls as opposed to the solemn, mildly cold and modest draping's of what he had known as a child.
But he put it out of his mind, he wanted to joust today.

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posted October 28, 2017 02:40 PM     Click Here to See the Profile for Pearlty     Edit/Delete Message   Reply w/Quote
I love the twists historically found in your writing and the olden characters

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"Who taught you to blush your eyes with green?" Madge asked.
Anne didn't know Madge well, only that they were second cousins on both of their mother's sides.
It was the morning and they had just finished making the Queen's bed. But, Madge was always in her newly met cousin's room even so.
"Why do you get your own?" She asked once.
"I suppose there are perks to having a **** for a sister," she replied. And the two had laughed.

But to this conversation she replied; "The sister of the King of France taught me."
And then a gross feeling came in her heart knowing well that Mary had first been his.
"Anne!" She confided. "Francoise calls me his English Mare!" And Anne remembered precisely why Mary had come back to England, whispering this to King Henry and her father saw an opportunity. There was no place for intelligent women in their world.

Some at Court told her that she was fortunate she had been sent as a Lady-in-Waiting at King Henry VIII's Court and not his father's. Older people of course. Who literally spoke of the two Kings like night and day. They had even sang a nursery rhyme for the former;

'The King is in his counting house,
counting house,
counting, counting.'

But of course one was not to breathe this to their current Sovereign. Indeed, the previous year had seen the death of Edward Stafford, maternal cousin to the King's late Mother. Something related to the War of the Roses which had been over, almost forty years. And all Anne knew of it was that it resulted in the disgrace of her Mother's family. For, King Henry VII couldn't rightly banish the Second Duke of Norfolk, her Grandfather, but neither did he have to allow him much power. Sometimes Anne supposed that was how the miser had been so rich, taxing one of the most powerful Dukes to something of a lowly Earl.
But, these things were not on her mind much.
Anne loved Court. It was where she belonged. And indeed she began to notice that she was more akin to befriending men. In France, women were much smarter and indeed there, she had been one of the daft ones. But in England, Lady's did not play violin nor the lute, they did not read so much either.
She wouldn't say she was the envy of them so much as the inspiration. For, she began to notice the women cutting their sleeves into her v type style.
Anne loved to dance. And it seemed that she was better then most of the men. In the French Court more emotion to the type of song being played, solemn or lively, was put into the act.
She always caught women looking over their shoulder at her for the lead. But she was beginning to notice that a man or two would pop their head in her direction and try to go along.
She got on well with her Mistress. Sometimes she would wash her feet before bed and the Queen would lament. Anne began to suspect that because Mary, the latest mistress to her husband, was the beautiful sister, and she the ugly sister so to speak, the Queen liked to talk.
"He used to love me Lady Boleyn."
"He still does Your Grace." She replied.
"Oh, no, no...He loves no one." Her English was perfect for how thick her accent was.
"Then that is a shame." For, Queen Catherine had been beautiful in her youth. But Anne was not beautiful and never would be. There was no beauty to be had in youth to age into for her. And perhaps that is why the Queen was so comfortable revealing her weak side to her.

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