* I wrote this story inspired by 'The Tudors' althought the ages and dates are incorrect I wanted it that way to spark fiction, this is what I would want to have happened, so it is fiction based on the show. Enjoy.
Anne looked out her bedroom window of her family home, Hever Castle. She was now 25 years old. She had long brown hair, light blue eyes, a slender figure and fair skin. She was a very lively person, a great dancer and musician, skilled wit, and bubbly personality. As she looked out her bedroom window of years past she thought only of him. She looked back on that day, the year of 1525, when she met Henry. He was just 23 years old on that day, a man of dark hair, athletic build, and green eyes. Henry first saw Anne when he was staying at her family home of Hever Castle. He immediately took an interest in her. Although he was married, his wife and he were physically estranged and she could no longer try to give him a son. Henry had called Anne to go hunting with him and she had accepted. She was only 18 at the time. Their love sprung forth and every since it has been a battle to be together. Now seven years later they can finally be together, since his wife gave him a divorce. Anne would not physically be with him while he was still married, that was just unethical and throughout all this time their physical attraction to each other is at the breaking point. Tomorrow she thought, just tomorrow and we will be wed. Henry sat in his room at Tudor Castle thinking that tomorrow, after all this time, Anne will finally be his wife. Tomorrow he will finally have her maiden-hand. They both slept happily that night awaiting their wedding day.