"So I am to keep my earldom?"
That's all Thomas Boleyn cared about. He did not ask about his daughter's fate but if he was to keep the product of many years of plotting and scheming. It did not matter if he received the Earldom not based on talent or noble birth but the beauty and charms of his daughters.
"His Majesty also desires you leave court and that you never show yourself in his presence again on pain of death."
Some would say his punishment is too light while the shadow of the ax hangs over his daughter. He had used not one but two daughters to further his own ambitions, with not a thought to spare for his children and their futures. He sailed thetempestuous and fickle seas of Fortune, almost as fickle as the king's heart and was destroyed by Ambition's mighty hand. There is nothing left amongst the wreckage but the ashes of ambition, the lies and false accusations staining parchment and the darkness of the blood spilt upon the block.
"Did you watch your son die?"
He's released from his prison cell, and walking towards freedom when Boleyn suddenly stops and looks up into the window of the Tower. Anne's face appears, and she waves; gives him a small and quick smile before it disappears from her pale face. She watches her father with sadness etched onto her face. He glances briefly at her, his face set in stone before walking away, never looking back.
"Will you watch your daughter die too?"
Somewhere along the way Ambition had hardened Thomas Boleyn's heart if he had one to begin with.
"Tell me Boleyn, was it worth it?"
History will remember Thomas Boleyn as a cold and cruel man who sacrificed his children to the altar of Ambition. And what was left? An earldom and very soon the ghosts of his children.
"I understand that Thomas Boleyn died recently."
"Yes, and the only mourners at his funeral were the ghosts of his children."