A/N If anyone is confused with the diary form, let me know, and I can re-work it so it's different. I'm planning on changing it to letter form at some point, and I might not like keeping it all diary form. Comments, questions, critisism, i love it all. This is a whole new sub-set for me, I've never written anything like this, so I'm just giving it a try, if I get no good feedback, I'll quit while I'm ahead!

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30 April 1526

Anne and I had a rather large quarrel this afternoon. She had returned late after an evening with the king. I asked her about it and she went completely out of character. She accused me of trying to stain her good name and steal her "loving Henry" away from her.

This diary, of course, is always locked and the key is always fastened about my ankle. Nonetheless, she screamed at me for what felt like ages. Apparently, a few nameless Ladies in waiting saw me leaving His Majesty's room on the night of my birthday. This is obviously a wrong accusation. But she has told me that the King has thought of seeking a divorce from Queen Catherine. That did not surprise me, as she has failed to produce a male heir. Anne said it was because of her that he was doing it, because he loves her and wishes to marry her. Anne is my friend, but in the past she has not bee known for always being the most truthful. We watched him play today, the King I mean. I sat near Anne, so I was lucky enough to see his face often as she glanced her way. I am certainly envious, but I believe that I will get my reward.

Delia S-A

20 May 1526

I've lost my head! And I have also been worried about Anne finding a way into my diary. I would think if I didn't write she would soon loose interest in my pathetic existence. I still watch her though. It is not hard to see why the King can't seem to resist her. She is the opposite of the principle image of beauty. Most men prefer fair skin and light hair. I suppose it symbolises sweetness and virginity. While men also seem to want what they typically wouldn't have. Anne is the opposite of sweet after you know her. She is truly vile underneath her olive skin and dark eyes. We went for a walk last week around the gardens.

"I just have a natural gift." Anne said in reply to my question.

"I know that!" I said exasperated, "But, how do you…how does it…happen?" I asked her.

"Delia! You needn't worry about that! What I do is my business, my affairs are personal!"

Why did you used to tell me then?" I asked curiously.

"Well, because I assumed you were too childish to actually understand. Now I can see even that was a mistake."

As we turned a corner she eyed the King. I naturally turned a horrid shade of crimson.

"When he approaches, watch and learn." Anne said bluntly.

A few moments later he approached us. We both curtsied as he said his greetings and was on his way. In this case, Anne was fooled. I knew she would act humbly to have me think that was all I needed to do. So when she was curtsying with her head bowed low, I curtsied with my eyes up, catching His Majesty's in an innocent smile. Innocent.

Delia S-A

22 May 1526

The most amazing (or terrible) event that could have happened, has. At dinner tonight, well after, there was dancing. Now usually husbands and wives dance, as well as brothers and sisters. Because I have neither, I was rather alone. Normally the king asks Queen Catherine or Anne to dance. He approached Anne and I and I knew my stunt two days ago worked. He scanned over Anne and asked me,me to dance.

Anne was furious of course, but she didn't let her pretty face show it. The King was still watching after all. I performed well, I knew all the steps.

I hear a knock at my door.

Delia S-A

2 June 1526

The weather is hot and tensions are high. I cannot seem to get Anne to talk to me. We haven't spoken in nearly a week. I have the feeling she is still upset about the dinner last week. I explained that any planning was done by my father and I did not know until that moment. She refused to believe me and insisted to my face that I was a devil's spawn set to ruin her life and take her from the King's clutches…

Speaking of the King, the knock at my door was His Majesty. He asked me for a walk around the courtyard. I of course, agreed and he insisted I didn't have to change, as it was late. It was out of a fairy tale. The moon was full and the King at his eight of power was interested in me, and what I had to say. I did not tell Anne, but she found out. To save myself I acted as if his warm hand on my neck was uncomfortable at best. And then I went to confession the next morning. She seemed satisfied enough and that was the single time we spoke, and it was I who spoke the most.

Truly, I went to bed with a light heart, as if everything was going to be okay one day. I can hardly believe I am only fifteen.

Delia S-A