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Anne Boleyn paced nervously around her chambers, worried thoughts going through her head. She was thinking so hard, that she had little consciousness of the world around her, only as much to be able to walk with a raised heart beat through her chambers without bumping into anything. And yet, despite all of that, her eyes somehow found the means to distract her attention to the window overlooking the courtyard. However it was not the beautiful bloom of the trees outside that had so magically managed to capture Anne's attention. No, it took something more than a pretty plant to manage to distract the Queen of England from her troubles. Frozen dead in her step, she walked over to peer out of the rusty-framed window. Outside, His Majesty the King was enjoying a perfectly wonderful stroll on a fine summer day. There might have been a time, perhaps, where all of Anne's attentions would be focused on the King's fine physique. But this day, all she was looking at was the bleak, frail woman by the name of Jane Seymour, walking hand in hand with the King, laughing at everything he laughed at, agreeing with everything he said. And although Jane, looking like the innocent dove in a frock of pale green velvet, was so perfect in the eyes of the court, to Anne, the Queen of England, she was something else…
Jane Seymour was a harlot! Anne's eyes which were filled with the deep sorrow of her heart suddenly burned with anger. "I should have expected this!" she thought, and she was right, since Henry and Jane made no secret of their courtship, even in the presence of the Queen. She had seen all the stares passed by her husband to Jane, she had known what he was up to every night he refused to share her bed, and she had seen the way people looked at her, as if they were sorry, sorry for her, and for what was happening to her marriage. Now that she thought about it, she recognized that the way people looked at her was the same way as they looked at Katherine! Never was Anne yet so furious! She knew exactly what was happening, and that there was nothing she could do about it.
Forcing herself, she looked once again to the scene outside the window. Her husband was kissing Jane! No longer was all of her anger focused on the bleak woman, but on Henry. Was he not supposed to be faithful to her? Were these not the words that had come from his mouth the day they were wed? But now, their so called 'love' had turned to hate, at least on Henry's side anyway. That was the moment when Anne Boleyn realised that she loved him. Even if he hated her with all his existence, she loved him with a fire that could not be put out, and it broke her heart to see him love others!
Feeling a burning in her chest, Anne staggered away from the window, struggling for air, looking for anything to lean on. She found comfort in her mirror frame, yet somehow she did not dare to look up at her reflection, perhaps frightened of whom she might see. Taking her eyes from the floor, she peered up at the shiny surface of her mirror. She saw nothing of her old self, nothing of the fire, of the passion that she once had. And now she saw. She had been blind, but now she could see…
Anne gazed with a passion ignited in her eyes into her reflection. Henry did not love her. Although it pained her so to realise that, she knew it was the truth. Tears spilled down her cheeks, yet she kept on going, telling herself one painful fact after the other, knowing the sooner she faced reality, the better. She loved Henry. The people did not have any love for her. She had neglected Elizabeth. She would lose her position if she couldn't get her husband to love her again. She did a big wrong to Katherine. At the end of it all, Anne was left motionless, weeping on the floor in front of her mirror. Slowly, she wiped the moisture off her cheeks, raised herself up, held her head tall, and told herself, "I am Anne, Queen of England. I do not get threatened by silly little girls like Jane Seymour. I will get my husband to bear love for me again, and deliver him a son, but before I do that, I will make sure I get the revenge and respect from him that I deserve. I am his wife, and he will not cast me off for the company of others! In the meantime, I shall right that which is wrong, pay attention to that which has been neglected, and bring back the fire and passion that my soul has been robbed of by the King!"
Yes, Anne Boleyn had made a plan. Little did she know that the painful minutes she had spent in front of her mirror would be her book of revelations, and would change the course of her fate forever.
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