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I could see Uncle only so far away chatting with Anne's Uncle as well; this was defiantly going to lead to some disruption at court. Disaster. I decided to get a little closer, to listen in…but only because I cared. Ha. That's more of a lie than I've ever known.

"What about Marie?" My Uncle asked, Anne's Uncle chuckled and looked across the room, apparently looking for something…or someone.

"Marie is like Anne, Charles."

"But not exactly the same, Marie knows how to work things but Anne sometimes doesn't fully pay attention until she's in to deep." My Uncle told him, Anne's Uncle nodded and then patted my Uncle on the shoulder before walking off to somewhere. My Uncle sighed deeply and looked around, I hid around a corner before he looked my way but it was too late before I could turn to look if he was still there, he was in front of me with an annoyed look on his face.

"Hello there, Marie. Sneaking around again I see. Hear anything special?" He asked me, grabbing me by my right forearm, forcing me out of the room rather roughly and once we were around a corner, out of view he slammed me up on a wall, my back vibrated with pain but then I looked up at him. Uncle did have quite the temper.

"What did you hear, Marie? And don't you dare lie to me. You know I know when you lie." He whispered harshly to me, still having me pinned up. I shoved him away but he still had a good hold on me.

"Marie—" He began once more but I looked back at him with a glare of my own.

"Let go, Uncle. I heard nothing of importance." I spat at him, he grabbed me quickly, pulling me towards him once again to close for comfort.

"That is not the correct answer, my dear." He snapped at me, pushing me against the wall once again, in his eyes I saw something foreign to me. An unknown emotion that was to its fullest.

Uncle had always been the most rough with me, the most abusive with. My sister was often punished by our Father instead, and my brother by my Mother. But Uncle was always crueler to me. I don't want to sound like I'm full of drama and lies but it's the truth. Honestly. And I rarely tell the truth to people, only to people I know and care about really. I wish I was like Mary and Cara at times, they were trustworthy people, kind people. Gentle and friendly, well liked by many, like the Queen too. But I am nothing like them, I *am* the Original sin as Uncle claims I am. My Uncle. I really do wish Uncle was wrong though...

He's always knew how to hurt me in ways that others did not, perhaps this is why we are so much alike even though I would never admit that out loud. Ever.

"Uncle, you're hurting me." I told him, trying my best to shove against him but he held onto me, tightening his grip, and it hurt. Flesh daring to break as his fingers dug into my skin.

"You don't know what pain is, Marie." He whispered harshly to me before letting me go, backing away in disgust and turning on his heel. Simply walking away as if nothing had happen moments before. That's just the way Uncle is.

That's when my sister rushed up quickly to me, Cara looked so worried. She grabbed me and I winced, bruises were probably there, hidden underneath my dress sleeves. It hurt. It really did but I hid it but hiding my emotions. I was ashamed though. That my sister had seen my weak. I never wanted her to see this. Not her. Never her.

Cara grabbed me into a hug, stroking my hair softly in a comforting way then after a few moments looked at me in concern. She always did worry about me more than she should, just like when we were children. Once I fell down a hill and there came my sister, running and screaming, worried that I might be dead from a fall down a small hill. Luckily I was not dead but only a small bruise bump on the top of my head and whipping from Father, once again luckily not from Uncle, and that was it. I was fine. Like I am now too.

"Did he hurt you badly, Marie?" She asked me and got worried even more I could tell when I did not answer right away "Marie?"

"I'm fine. It's nothing that I can't handle." I told her, then she sighed in relief, I moved away and walked back around the corner, Cara came up behind nearly skipping to keep up as I re-entered the large room.

"Marie—" My sister began, but I raised a hand to silence her, she whimpered slightly in worry but still relieved that I wasn't that much hurt. See, the thing about Uncle is that…he doesn't just hurt you physically…

"Let's have some fun, shall we?" I looked at her with a wide grin, forcing my self to be happy again, forgetting about Uncle and George for the moment, I know it's cruel to ignore George. But…I do love him…I do…I am in love with George Boleyn. But I mustn't worry, I must regain my dignity and force myself to be strong willed and stubborn as always. Like Anne but not quite. I giggled and took my sister's hand, dragging her deeper into the room to have some *fun*.

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