Better Than Revenge
Chapter One
I glanced over at Anne's new dark purple gown and frowned. I loved Henry, and he used to love me, until Anne's charm took hold of him and didn't let go.
"Aren't you going to help me pack?" Anne breathed heavily, shoving gown after gown into her traveling chest.
"Of course sister," I sucked in my cheeks and approached her unpacked gowns.
It was always Mary, do this, Mary, do that. I loved Anne, I truly did, but she was the most demanding person on God's earth. Anne looked up at me and smiled radiantly, a slight smirk tugged on her cheeks. It was as if she was saying Henry's tired of you and he's found a new toy.
"Aren't you dreadfully excited to go to Greenwich for the holidays?" Anne's voice twinkled excitedly.
"Yes, and aren't you dreadfully excited that the King has given that new gown?" My voice sparkled sweetly.
She laughed quizzically and rolled her eyes.
I was so tired of being the nice, innocent sister. I was a whore, but everyone saw me as a symbol of love and pureness. I vowed that day that I wouldn't be the sweet, trusting Boleyn. My whole life I had been told what to do and who to do it with, but not anymore.
"Mary, why have you that dreadful look in your pretty eyes?" Anne asked, smiling blandly.
"No reason, dear sister," I smiled back at her, just as bland, "No reason at all."
She stared at me oddly, but it didn't matter, because soon enough she wouldn't be staring at me. She would be staring at the crown jewels atop my pretty little head.
Later~*
"You're nothing but a whore Mary, a silly little whore!" Anne shouted at me, showering my face with spit.
"Do a detect a hint of jealousy in your tone?" I smirked evilly.
"Jealousy? Why should I be jealous of you? You are nothing to the King unless you are in his bed!" She spat venomously.
"Then why would he tell me that he wished I was 'Queen for all the days' ?" I grinned, giggling lightly.
Anne screamed and stormed out of my rooms. She slammed the heavy wooden doors and a large bang! echoed around the room. I glanced out the windows, it was almost sundown. The King would be waiting for me. I stepped gaily towards the door and exited swiftly. My new maroon gown swished around my ankles as I began the long walk to the King's rooms. When I finally reached them, my chest was heaving and I thought it very attractive. I looked at the guard next to the door and he fetched a page to announce me.
I entered the rooms daintily and sank into a deep curtsey.
"Mary," Henry spoke warmly, grabbing my hand and leading me to a table where many wines and fruits awaited us.
"Henry, Anne's upset at me." I pouted feigning sadness.
"She must have heard about my late night visit." I bit my lip.
"She's being silly, I don t belong to her," his voice boomed angrily.
"Peace, Henry, she is my sister and we both love her," I glanced up at him through my eyelashes.
He grabbed my arm angrily and led me to the bed, "I love you Mary!"
"I love you too Henry, I do!"
"Then prove it!" He shouted, ripping my dress off.
So I did.