Katharine
In the cold air, it felt more like December than May. I stood, facing the scaffold my eyes glued to the queen. She began to speak. "My people I do not come here to make a sermon, I come here to die, according to the law and by the law which I am judged. I come hither to accuse no man, nor to speak anything of that whereof I am accused and condemned. But I pray god, save the king and send him long to reign over you. For a gentler nor a more merciful prince there never were. Thus I take my leave of the world, and of you all, and I heartily desire you all pray for me." She then moved herself toward the block, but didn't fully lay her neck upon it. She then began to sing. "Western Wind when will you blow? The small rain down shall rain, Criest "If my love were in my arms, And I in my bed again." Then she closed her eyes and placed her head on the block, still humming her marry tune. Her lips still moved as her head lay upon the hay. I turned and faced the hoards of people whom I had to fight against as I ran. Suddenly I felt overwhelmed. I couldn't breathe. I closed my eyes, and felt the cold cobblestone beneath me.
When I opened my eyes, I looked at my friends who were surrounding me. "Katharine?" my mother laid her hand on my check. "Sweetheart?" for the first time in my life, my mother seemed genuinely concerned. I said nothing but rolled over and went back to sleep.
This is among my worst memory. I was 16 when my cousin, Anne Boleyn was executed. Now, I await my execution this morning I can't wait for it all to be over.
Elizabeth
I walked with my best friend and sister as we mounted the steps to the scaffold. She said nothing, only opened her collar, and laid her head on the block. The axe went up and came down. I flinched and turned to look. Her head sat on the spike on the scaffold. Then Jane Boleyn walked up the scaffold, and began to laugh as she laid her head on the block. The axe went up, and I had no problem watching it fall. Then I turned myself down the stairs and ran to the stable, mounted my horse and rode away, never to return.
James.
When my wife Elizabeth returned from court, I was very happy. I left her in the stable for one moment. When I returned I found she had hung herself from the apple tree in our yard.