Catherine of Aragon, queen of England, wife of Henry VIII, never could've guessed that this would ever happen to her, but yet, here she is, at Anne Boleyn's mercy. The beautiful girl, with her green sleeves and all, stood before her, next to Henry VIII, her look giving Catherine all the right amount of tension she needed.
And what she really needed was to have Anne to herself, not with Henry. Suddenly, Henry didn't matter to Catherine. He was no longer of any worth to her. She needed the one and only Anne Boleyn.
Catherine found herself in a tough situation. Anne Boleyn loving her? Highly unlikely. She was stealing her husband, and yet, Catherine hadn't a care in the world. Most other women would have had Anne banished in some way by now (if they were able to, that is), but for Catherine... she was fascinated by Anne. She wanted to be around her at all times. She kept her scent on her nose. She was very fond of her.
She realised this was probably not platonic. But, whatever.
Then, it happened. It happened. Catherine wasn't angry that it happened. In fact, she walked away quite turned on. But that's not what we're delving into.
Anne walked up to Catherine, rolling her eyes and sighing. "I'm sorry, Catherine, for stealing Henry away and all. But really, don't be bitter just 'cause I'm fitter!"
"What are you saying?"
"Has it really not hit you? He doesn't wanna bang you. Somebody hang you!"
Catherine didn't blink. She walked away, turned on, probably mad in the head, she thought to herself. She can't be turned on by a girl. That's simply not the way of things.
Yet, here she is.