The Boleyn Misgivings Retold

The Boleyn Misgivings Retold. A Novel Work in Process

By Kara DiDomizio. 4-8-08

Please note, the characters involved throughout the story are all historical – not fictitious, though the storyline and my first person telling of it are.

George Boleyn's Perspective - Introduction

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As I try to carve my initials into the dark and dreary tower walls, awaiting my execution, I pray to God that somebody comes across my story. My story is what I've written down in the past few hours – and experienced over the course of some time prior to this foretelling - for literate people to decipher and understand as a whole, and out of the whole complexity and innocence, for you as the audience to understand. I have been accused of treason against the great, though uninsightful King Henry VIII; and there are not many charges that are found to be true. The one sin that I will confess to is pressuring my dearly beloved sister, Anne, to elope with the King and have the prospects of raising the Boleyn family beyond their wildest dreams. I was ambitious, young, despite my youthfulness having faded away many years prior; I have remained the same. I have stayed true to myself, something that is shone very little in this greedy and nonchalant court full of deceptive liars and a king that turns on somebody even after loving and having grown a fondness for. I was once, too, a favorite of the king - though it would be too much unlikely presumption to say that the court did as they never had an ounce of feeling or regret for their shameless deportation of Catalina of Aragon, also known as Katherine around these parts. Never trust monarchy, or a court, never trust people in such high positions of power; their backs will turn and shamelessly about face as often as thou desires and as long as their greed is still just as aplenty.

I am not incestuous, I am not a homosexual, I deny all of those false accusations against me. I have remained as perfectly loyal as one could be to my embarrassing monster of a wife, the person who provided all the hard evidence against me and is for sure going to rot in hell with all the other conspirators that have their heads along the entrance of the Traitor's Gate. I have also remained as loyal a subject as one can be to the King, whoever, who has not allowed me to plead innocent under any circumstances. My head shall not be found anywhere other than the executioner's block, a harsh ending to a what was to become lively and adventurous life in store for my beloved sisters and I. Court life is not for one for all, or all for one.

It's a shameful being, being where I am because of people that I had once entrusted with many well kept secrets. I realize hypocrisy is a sin that I have committed, as both Anne and Mary have had to pay the price in some form or another because of my selfish ambitions and prospects inspired by my Uncle and myself - Anne's fate is inevitably to end up as mine has; their history and their powers, titles all stripped and gone to waste as their bodies will be thrown into a dirty and unidentified grave. It's a shameful fate, deprived of any long lived happiness. However, I am not asking for pity. I am not asking for sympathy or anything other than for you to see the innocence.

Her fate is likely in being the same as mine, the price to pay being the...scaffold. I try to imagine what it's like having my head cushioned on the executioner's block and as the axe stroke finally takes all my pain away. Though in some instances, it's taken more than one stroke to kill a man – or woman – for execution, the King is not gender blind. Mine shall not be in privy as Anne's will be admitted to be, according to the persons - including my uncle- who have condemned myself and others of such. Tommy Cromwell isn't getting the worst of it, and that's a shame, as he has been the person already setting out to find his king a faithful and heralding sort of wife. If you are to accuse women with honest, and open minds, with not a desire in their minds of men that could be nearly their senior to be a witch; you are to be resulting in the undoing of many a female.

Please hear me out on what I say, believe me when I say that Anne Boleyn was never the whore she was made out to be. And her poor, helpless two year old daughter shall not be known as a bastard, but someday; she will become the greatest and most beautiful eyed Queen of England known to man. I foresee it.

Let me tell you my story, please hear me out, before I go to a merciless court and plead for a trial to prevent my inevitable death. "