*in this AU, George found out about Henry's desire to have Anne removed by accusing her of adultery. He immediately informs anne.*
this is my first time writing so I'm pretty nervous that I'd end up messing things up. This AU really was just a random thought and I ended up trying to write lol.
Anyways Disclaimer: I do not own the characters
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"It seems to me that the outcome wouldn't be change, no matter what. Once the king," she said with venom and bitterness dripping over her words. "set his mind to something, he would do anything to achieve it, and make it come true." Both Boleyns knew she was saying the truth. After all, Anne did indeed became Queen because of Henry's desires.
George listened to what his sister is saying, terrified of how she would end her words, her declaration, and how he knew his sister would damn make sure to keep true to it.
"If he wants me dead, if he really is determined enough to believe Suffolk's lies about me being guilty of infidelity, then I might as well make true of his accusations." As Anne said those words, her eyes had a glint of its usual charm that was rarely seen after she caught her beloved husband and his whore embracing. Her eyes were filled determination, lips pulling into a little evil smirk.
She was filled with the euphoric feeling of causing his husband unmeasurable amount of hurt, similar to what she experienced, similar to what he put her to, for the last few months of their marriage.
From his insults, pressuring her to birth a son (as if the fault lies to her, as if the fault lies because of her fierce opinions as a woman, as if god would only bless them a son if she was a more placid, more submissive), to him kissing that Seymour whore while she was heavily pregnant with the would be prince of wales, to him desperately seeking a way to have her killed.
" I see no point in continuing to be his most loyal wife; if I would inevitably be a head shorter because of his inability to be loyal to one wife." She said with words laced with so much anger it was nearly impossible for her brother to detect a little bit of hysteria that her words contains.
Despite his fears for what she would do, of her treason, George deeply feels regret that he pushed his dearest, most favorite sister to the arms of the king. He let his ambition become his priority, disregarding the fact that she was in love with Percy and that she would surely end up hurt because she would be hated and seen as the whore who seduced the church's fiercest protector resulting to him turning back to his pope, to his faith, in order to be with her.
Worse though, George knew her sister so well, that was why he was sure Anne wouldn't be able to resist Henry's charm and fall into the endless pit of misery being a fickle king's loyal wife.
And George had known, was sure, from the start that she couldn't possibly be the her husband's only love after they got married, after Henry divorced Catherine and threw the catholic church away.
How you get him is how you lose him, afterall.
Anne was experiencing what the Infanta felt, but so so much worse.
"I... Anne, dearest sister, I know that you will make true to your words but don't you think you are blinded by hurt—," George saw anne preparing to rebuke so he hurried to reorganize his words. "But don't you think— that what you're planning is... Impossible, if not extremely Difficult? For whose man would be willing to risk the possibility of committing adultery with the queen?"
Except of anne making a depressed expression that he expected, he saw her sister's eyes flick with amusement and renewed determination.
"I know a lot of person willing to die to see me fall. So why not take those foolish men with me to hell?"
George thought for a moment. Enemies. Anne would not only be committing adultery to hurt the king, but to also bring down her enemies with her.
It was depressing but brilliant. It was hitting two birds with one stone. It was... An ambitious seduction. And despite it all, he was thrilled.
George then realized something. "Men. You said men?" When he saw her look to him as if he was unintelligent to question her words, he knew, finally understand, her meaning.
Her purpose.
"He had mistresses while I was pregnant. Jane Seymour left the most impression but she wasnt the only one. So why should I fuck only one of his subjects, my enemies, if I can have, what has Cromwell claimed? A hundred lovers?"
George was stunned. It caused Anne to let out a (hysterical) laugh.
"The question, dear brother, should be who will be the first to have the honour of becoming my mistress?"