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Mariebeth's pov: January 26 1533
My mother has done it, she has married the king.
I haven't seen my mother in a very long time, not properly anyway. I was only 3 when my mother started 'courting' the king and now she was the king's wife and future queen of England.
So here I am, a day after my mother had gotten married and i'm not celebrating. Nor dancing with my mother or sleeping in from a big wedding party, no.
I was sitting in my bedchambers only know hearing about this arrangement a day after she got married and from my Uncle/father. No he isn't my biological father, that s incest. No he is my uncle pretending to be my father, and he has been for over ten years. He is basicly my father.
You see my mother was taken advancive of when she was young which resulted with me. She used to call me the most important thing in the world to her, now by not seeing her for over 5 years, I feel as if I am not of importance anymore.
I sit in my bedchamber with a letter from my mother in my hand, expressing her happiness about her marriage to the king. But I don't care much for my mother anymore.
Don't get me wrong but I love my mother but only because of that, she is my mother and nothing else.
She isn't the woman I go to when i'm seeking courting advice, not the person I cry on their shoulder when i'm sad nor is it the person who made me happy in those times. No, she was just my mother, the person who gave birth to me.
She has not shown me any affection since she had meet that king, I was very young, so any happy times with my mother is almost completely non-existent.
I sobbed my heart out when I had found out my mother had gotten married. I hated the king, he has taken my mother from me and for that, I hate him.
Although I do not express my hatred for him to anyone apart from my uncle George and my aunt Mary. As it is treason and we all know what happens to traitors.
Anne Boleyn's daughter or not I do not want to risk it, i'm rather fond of my head.
I just sat there and wept, wept and wept some more until my little heart gave out. Why?
Why did my mother have to marry him! I thought my mother would of been over this silly little affair by now, but no. Now they made it official.
Well it's not really official is it? Katherine of Aragon and the king are still married so it's not a real marriage is it. I wept till I fell asleep.
Mariebeth's pov: February 4th 1533
I woke up very miserable, as I have been the past week or so. My mother had married the king, and soon she shall become queen, and I may never see my mother again.
I'm not even sure I want to see my mother. She has abandoned and neglected me for a married man, her own child. She has pretended that I was just a lousy good for nothing niece. Not the hidden child of the future Queen of England.
There was a knock on my door. "Maria, may I come in?" The voice asked. I stood up quickly, smoothing out my dress. "Yes you may," I responded calmly. My uncle walked in with a piece of parchment in his hand.
"Hello my sweet child" he said, giving me a hug. I layed my head on his shoulders. "Are you well?" He asked, pulling away from the hug, but still holding my shoulders. "Yes, I am very well," I said giving a weak smile. His face held symphony.
He lead to my bed and we sat down together. "Mariebeth, I've been called to Court." He said. I gave him a confused look. "Ok..?" I trailed off, just getting on what he was hinting at.
"If you grandfather and grandmother are at Court, where will I be?" I asked him. He gave me a sympathetic look.
"You will be coming with me,"he said, I gasped.
"That means..." "Yes, you will see your mother again." I paused trying to gather my thoughts 'I will see my mother after over 5 years of not seeing her and 10 years of neglect. "Are you excited to see your mother?" He asked. I looked at him as if he had three heads.
"Are you insane, of course i m not! that whore has neglected me since I was a toddler. Why on everything that is holy would I want to see her?" I practically yelled at him. He winced and lent back.
"You should respect your mother, as she will be queen very soon. You should not talk about her with such a bitter tongue." He yelled back, this always happens, I diss the king or the harlot, as I call her and we have a screaming match.
"I don't bloody care, she is no mother of mine and furthermore, the true Queen is Katherine, as they have not divorced yet. She is and always will be the true queen of England!" I screamed at him.
I stormed from the room and ran to the garden. I felt anger rising inside me.
And like that , I just snapped. Chairs where been thrown, flowers and sculptures were being destroyed. Once everything was destroyed I fell to the ground and cried and let blackness claim me.
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