Hello lovely people! Welcome to the first chapter of my newest Tudor story To Become A Queen. I'm probably only going to post the first three chapters on here and the rest on wattpad (but don't worry wattpad is free to use and the link to my wattpad profile is on my profile ). Anna of Cleves is my second favorite of Henry's wives (my favorite being Anne Boleyn) and I feel she is so under represented in fan fiction so I decided to take a shot at writing a story about her. I hope you enjoy. Remember to review!
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"I like her not! I like her not!"
Those words rang through her head. Anna of Cleves had just met her future husband King Henry of England and he hated her. She wasn't pretty enough for him and he found her repulsive in her Germanic styled gown and headdress. Anna knew she wasn't as pretty as her sister Amelia but her brother had always told her she was just as pretty as Amelia.
The English were a strange people who judged harshly and valued beauty over everything. She had been told on her journey into Dover about the kings past 3 marriages. One wife divorced, one beheaded, and one dead from child bed fever and all of the wives were beautiful in their own ways.
The first wife, Catherine of Aragon was a Spanish beauty know at the time of her youth as the most beautiful princess in Christendom. She had long auburn hair, sun kissed skin, merry blue eyes, and was a women of shrewd intelligence and cunning but had met her fate by disagreeing with King Henry and found herself locked away from her only child till her death.
The second wife, Anne Boleyn was no English flower with her swarthy skin, and hair and eye so dark a brown they looked black. Anne Boleyn had a charm that could bewitch anyone and a quick wit to match her charm. She had enslaved the king to her passion for nearly a decade but once he tired of her she met her death at the scaffold and a beheading by sword. Her 2 year old daughter branded a bastard and exiled, shunned for the blood that ran in her tiny veins.
The third and most recent wife was Jane Seymour. She was a traditional English rose with pale blonde hair, eyes the same blue as the sky and skin as pale and creamy as milk. She had given birth to the Prince of Wales before not even a fortnight later succumbing to death by child bed fever. There was court gossip everywhere about how Jane was Henry's favorite wife and how deeply the King had grieved after her death.
Anna would have to learn from her predecessors so as to not make the same mistakes they did and she would learn to be the kind of wife Henry wanted. She would learn to become an English rose. A Tudor rose. She would become the greatest Queen Consort the English people had ever seen.
She refused to be humiliated again.
