What if Anne Boleyn wasn't a virgin like she said she was when she meet King Henry. When she was just eighteen she fell pregnant after a tragic night in autumn.
She had given birth to a girl, Mariebeth or just simply Bess. As Mariebeth wasn't supposed to be born Anne was very sad when she learn't about the fact that she was with child.
Anne, as it was forced conception, considered herself as still a virgin, even after the birth of her eldest daughter Mariebeth.
Mariebeth was born the Fifth of June 1519 in Hever Castle and was a healthy young girl. But Anne quickly fell in love with her darling daughter, with her dark brown hair that she shared with her mother. but one difference that set them apart immensely, was her eyes. She had very dark brown eyes.
Thomas Boleyn, Mariebeth's Grandfather said they were "Dark hooks into the soul, you could make men fall to their knees with one glance with your enchanting eyes." When Mariebeth was only 3 the King of England, Henry the Eighth had meet Anne in France where she grew up.
Anne, on the king meeting her daughter, told him that she was her niece from her brother George. She had told her daughter to pretend that she was her Aunt when they were at court and Mariebeth, being a very intelligent young girl, complied with her beloved mother's wishes.
And this is when the story entails.
Key: Mama, Ma and mother: Katherine of Aragon. Harlot, whore, blood mother, Mama (from 1522 only) Mother (After 12th August 1533) and Anne: Anne Boleyn.
The first time I saw him I felt something I had only ever felt with my daughter, love. He was there, in all his glory, sitting next to Frances the King of France. His dark brown hair neatly combed and his blue eyes sparkled with happiness. I was infatuated by him. But enough about that now, let's talk about when we really meet.
I was in the masquerade party, I was perseverance sitting at the top of my tower, waiting to be rescued by a handsome warrior. A man with a great fantastic mask came up to be and said. "Perseverance, you are my prisoner now." He spoke so clearly and manly. I smiled and got off the tower only to have to dance with my brother George. I started dancing with the king.
"Who are you?" He asked. I smiled at him "Anne.." I paused to say my last name, my sister was one of his mistresses. "Anne Boleyn," he smiled a wicked smile and spun me around to the familiar tune. After the song was finished, I walked back to converse with my brother.
Mariebeths pov: 1522
I was walking with Aunt Mary to go to the Royal Library so I could read. I enjoyed reading very much, I could read lots of books very well. Aunt Mary says I m fantastic, she so nice.
"You must know I desire you with all my heart" A male's voice progressed. Aunt Mary and I turned the corner to see mama and the King kissing on the lips. Mama's being very naughty,
kissing the king like that.
Aunt Mary gasped and Mama and the king stopped kissing. "Mary, Bess what are you doing around here" Mama said to us. The king stayed silent. Aunt Mary dropped into a curtsy before answering mama. "I was just taking Mariebeth to the library to get a book." Aunt Mary said, raising an eyebrow.
Mama glared at Aunt Mary. "Off you go then," she said quite rudely. Aunt Mary fell in to curtsy again for the king and she picked me up and went to the library.
Later that night:
I was in my room reading the bible and mama walked in. "Bess can you please do something nice for your mama, it will make her happy?" She asked me. I stared up at her.
"But mama was very naughty. Mama kissed the king, another woman's husband." I said, staring at my mother.
She sighed,"Can you pretend that your uncle George's daughter, just so long as we are at court or in the presence of the king? Please my darling?" She asked stroking my face.
I leaned into her touch. "Why? Do you no longer love me Mama?" I asked looking away, afraid of the answer.
She looked at me, "no darling , I still love you and you are the most important thing in my life. But I told the king that I was still pure. Which I still consider myself as." She sighed. I was confused.
"What does that mean mama?" I asked her, she chuckled. "Don't worry about that now my beautiful girl, you don't need to know about that now. Many more years into the future darling." She giggled and started platting my dark brown hair.
"I shall pretend mama, but does Uncle know?" I asked her, she nodded,
"I talked to him before I came here." She said kissing my cheek, "I must be going, goodnight my sweet child," she said while shutting the door.
And that's how it started, my story as the forgotten Boleyn girl.