"My sister is a lady in the Queen's household and said that Lady Anne is a very bright lady," A Lady stated to a group of courtiers. "However, who is she? She just appears at court only to leave and then becomes a favourite of the Royal family."
"We all know that her sister was the King's mistress," another Lady stated. "Maybe she has too become his mistress?" Many of the people of the small group nodded. "Has anyone noticed that both of her older siblings are lighter of hair."
"I had noticed that," the first lady spoke up. The people of court and the people of wider London all wanted to know who the Lady Anne was. Some called her a Saint for saving the King. While others saw things differently and called her witch and whore. The country was divided but all were waiting on the next rumour or piece of gossip from the palace.
Henry and Wolsey were working in the King's study.
"If it was not for Lady Anne I would have died," Henry said silently.
"Yes, your Majesty," Wolsey said looking down at the table.
Henry jumped up and fisted the table. "No not 'yes, your majesty.' I almost died! Don't you understand?" Henry shouted tears forming in his eyes. Wolsey was shocked at the anger from Henry. Henry heavily sat back down. "Since that moment, I've done a great deal of thinking," Wolsey still said nothing. "What if I had died? What if Lady Anne had not been there? What would I have left? I have no heir. Only a daughter and a bastard son," Henry sought Wolsey's advice. "You understand, Wolsey? The Tudor Dynasty… Gone!" Wolsey could not get his words out. "All my father's work, finished! And it's my fault," Henry stood up again and pointed at Wolsey before turning away to face the astrological enquirment by the window. "I have lived too long for pleasure. I never even thought of the future. I married my brother's wife and God has punished me!" Henry whispered to the heavens. "I have been such a fool." He thought of Anne. And turned back to look at Wolsey. "Now everything has changed." He walked towards Wolsey. "Everything." Henry stopped close to his friend, minister and mentor and demanded. "I want a divorce."
Wolsey was shocked and helpless to speak.
"And you will get one for me," Wolsey still said nothing as Henry moved back to sit down.
So the game was set. The people would soon know.
Mainwhile, the newly crowd Queen of Portugal Margaret was planning her own escape from marriage. Her husband had to die. And she had to make it look like it was natural causes. Grabbing hold of a pillow she forced it down on top of his face. He died in under a minute. And she was free.