[A/N: Not my best, I know, sorry but this was rather rushed cause I know how long you've all been waiting for me to update here~~:) hope you like it even though I think I could have done way better; thank you, faithful readers of mines~*]

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`What do I have? Let's see. I am at the court of King Henry the Eighth and Queen Katherine of Aragon. I have new gowns to dress in for parties and banquets. I have my brother and sister here, also including my best of friends. All seems good here. But it is not. I am homesick. I do not like it here that much at all. If only I could go back to the country but Father does not wish it, nor does the King. Why must it be me that is the gamble in the family? The one who is going to get into the King's good graces? I will not fall in love with the King like all these other girls. I am not like them. And hopefully neither is Anne but I rather much doubt that. I do not want to sound gloomy today. Forgive me if I do.

"Marie." I hear a distant voice speak loudly "Marie!" Then I realize it's Cara. I turn to look at her, my hair is pulled back today and pinned up delicately all thanks to my Mother who apparently today had the sudden urge to rip some of my hair from the roots and cause me pain. That's my mother for you.

"Yes, sister dearest?" I speak with such grace that I am nearly mocking her now. I keep a smile plastered on my lips, my dress is newly bought and she knows it. She has not received any new gowns since last winter.

I *do* flaunt about sometimes yes. I love it. Yes, I know that sounds completely arrogant and selfish, nearly greedy. Uncle once called me the Original Sin. Perhaps I am. Today I am wearing my red gown, one with golden trimmings at the hem and low cut showing cleavage slightly. Long French cut sleeves, and hand-made. One of France's many fashions as well as Spain's I hear but I could be wrong. Perhaps the Queen will like it…and the King.

"Where have you been?" She asked impatiently, tapping her foot slightly on the ground irritated and annoyed.

"Aww, are you going to throw another temper tantrum today, Cara dear?" I asked, stepping up and away from my chair, standing only so far away from her, my right hand on the back of my chair.

"I would never take that job position away from you, Sister." She smiled at me and turned on her heel, and walked out of the room and I of course followed. My eyes diverted downwards onto the floor as I walked by some men, they all had their eyes on Cara and I. Being me, the temptress, I stopped for a moment to look at the men and give a small crooked smile and then turn to look away and fall after my sister, out of the men's view.

"I can't believe you'd do this, Marie." Cara lectured me as we walked, I kept looking around the hall, looking and observing all the riches until I sighed and decided to pay attention. My eyes shifted to my sister, I skipped forward a little more and stepped on beside her, still grinning.

"What did I do now?" I quizzed, for some reason the comment I made reminded me of my Uncle. Of course I was the one always getting into trouble, but so did my siblings so I don't see why I had to receive my Uncle's wrath all the time.

"You're not to go near George again, Marie. Please. If Father saw what you did last night—" She told me, sounding like a worry wart again. I rolled my eyes and put an arm around her in comfort.

"Sister, I'd be half way to France if Father knew what I did last night with George. Don't worry so much. Smile more. If not for me, then for yourself, Cara." I told her with a gentle smile. See? I *can* be kind to my sister when I want to be.

"Marie—" Cara began but then I heard a voice speaking loudly, yelling, we both turned around to see George coming. I looked at my sister quickly wit h a wide grin, she gave me a warning look that read 'Don't go ' but I ignored it and I rushed with a giggle towards George who picked me up and twirled me around.

"George, stop." Anne Boleyn spoke, I didn't notice her there. George put me down quickly but still had an arm wrapped around me.

"Anne, I didn't see you there." I told her, not looking her directly into the eyes until I heard her chuckle, but not in amusement but in a mocking matter. I wasn't intimidated by Anne but I didn't really want to hear her go on a rant today and lecture like my sister has done.

"Your Father is looking for you, Marie…and your sister too." Anne spoke looking from George and I then to Cara before quickly turning around and leaving. George looked at me with a sadden face, I looked at him pleadingly but he just made a face that read 'sorry' before chasing after his sister at rapid pace. I looked slowly back at my sister then. What could Father possibly want with us today? What had we done wrong now? What had *I* done wrong now?

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