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What has happen within a month now? Yes, George married Jane Parker. Oh how it makes me twitch when saying or even thinking her name. She's snooty. Thinking she's better than us just because she married a Boleyn, George for that matter. Jane Boleyn. She's not good enough for that name. She never will be. Jane shall destroy him. I pray for George and hope he does have a nice life but with the wife he has I don't he will, nor does others as well. Also, the King has sent Queen Katherine to a convent we believe in the country. Princess Mary has been stripped of her title and everything. I feel bad for her but I mustn't worry, not like Cara shall. I will not back down and be weak. Then, the King broke from the church. My god, it was uproar when this happened. Many hated the fact, and now the worst of all, my new friend, Thomas More, will not sign the petition to agree to the King being head of his own church. I fear the worst for Thomas More, I do not want to lose him as a friend, and he's been wonderful to me.

Thomas Cromwell is a slippery little man who is deceiving the King I know, I can tell. Many have deceived the King in this matter and he doesn't even know it. Does Anne realize what she has done? No. She's only concern with the King, who has been granted his divorce. They have married. She is to be Queen. My god, what has Anne done now.

I walked down the long hall, heading towards the chambers of the Queen, which is now no longer Queen Katherine's but Anne's, it feels odd though going there, to Anne. I wear today my best dress, the one that I know shall make Anne angry but I do not care, I am to stubborn to change. I grinned at this fact, it was amusing. But I knew I had to follow Anne's commands, be at her beck-and-call, as she would tell the King if I disobeyed. She beguiled him far to much.

My feet stopped moving when I was in front of the doors; I twisted the ring on my right hand around. Was I nervous? No. I couldn't be. I was Marie Cornwell. I lowered my smile to a friendly one and entered the room. And of course there was Anne, waiting on her bed, but no one else around really except for that one girl and Cara. My, lovely Cara has worn her blue dress today, how nice. I really hate that dress of hers. It dulls mines. No need to be self-centered today, Marie.

"Marie!" Anne smiled wide and then saw my dress, her smile did not face but the sparkle in her eye did slightly, she rushed over still and hugged me. I hugged back and then mockingly, teasing her with a curtsy.

"Your majesty." I smiled as I came back up straight, she giggled and took my hand, leading me over to the bed and we both sat down. I looked her over, seeing a newly bought dress on her of course, and then looked around the room. It had been re-done slightly, more sparks. Like Anne.

"I see the King has re-done the room." I commented, looking around and then back at Anne who still smiled.

"Yes." She spoke so softly but with joy in her voice "I told you he loved me. I am his wife and his Queen." In the corner of my right eye I saw Cara look up worried by that comment then looked back down slowly. I gave a smile, but it was forced. Anne was a fool to think that the King would only love her, forever and ever. Did she not see what the King did to Queen Katherine of Aragon? That he could do the very same to her, maybe even worst since he no longer needed the Pope's permission?

"That's wonderful, Anne."

"Perhaps I can arrange a marriage for you too, hmm?" Anne quirked an eyebrow and had that crooked grin of hers on her lips. I laughed once, it'd be rude not to really. Not like I cared but I wasn't a fool like Anne, I knew how to be even more secretive when arranging something to be to my liking.

"Oh no, that'd be asking to much of you, Anne." Only in private did I call her Anne, in front of the King I was to call her my Queen and such. Anne is my newest Queen, just like Katherine of Aragon is my Queen as well. Both of them are Queen in my eyes.

"It would not, Marie, don't be selfless. I hear you like Charles Brandon—" I cut her off there completely

"Oh no. No, no. No, Anne. No. Not him."

"Oh, do I sense some anger towards Charles Brandon, my husband's best friend?" She knew exactly how to switch her words to make it a trick question.

"Anne, please." I told her, being serious for a moment before smiling "He's just a man. And also, I like some else to be honest."

"Oh really? Who?"

"He's married, Anne." I told her, looking away and over at a looking glass that was only so far away. How beautiful.

I heard Anne sigh in annoyance "Oh please tell me you're not still swooning over my brother." I looked back with a glare.

"No, Anne. George is married to Jane Parker. Nothing I do will change that."

"Well, she is a serpent. Don't worry. I wouldn't trust her either. She doesn't know how to treat her In-Laws correctly, especially her Queen." Anne leaned back on the bed, supporting herself with her palms placed firmly on the bed, she snickered once. I got up from the bed then, heading towards the door, Anne sat up quickly at that.

"Where are you going? You're not leaving me alone here, are you?" And of course Anne had to forget that she had two other people in the room with her. I looked back with a smile.

"I have a meeting with a friend." She narrowed her eyebrows at that remark.

"But I'm your Queen, your best friend, Marie."

"I'll be back, don't worry." I quickly turned, opening the door and leaving, shutting it close behind me. For a moment I closed my eyes, then sighed in relief, walking away from the door and back down the hallway. Anne was a good friend, don't get me wrong but at times she could be rather annoying.

I walked down the hallway, feeling that heated feeling on my forehead once again but ignored it. I really do hope I don't have the fever. I don't need to die anytime soon, I have people to manipulate and things to see. I know I sound self-centered at times. But if you were me, what would you have done while being locked up at the court of Tudor?

I carefully placed my steps, turning around a corner, seeing my Uncle only so far away. A sigh escaped my lips and I walked on by him, he didn't even try to stop me. Odd. I brushed past some others that I did not know then entered banquet hall. There had been so many memories in this place and hopefully shall be more. Happy ones. I looked around, seeing women and men buzzing about, gossiping. I shook my head in seeing this but then walked down a few steps and nearly tripped but was luckily caught by someone.

"Oh, I am so sorry, Miss." I heard a nervous voice speak, I looked up and saw it was Richard, the servant that Cara was so infatuated with. He helped me back up straight, my feet on the ground. I smiled at her, laughing a little.

"No, that's alright. It was my fault." I told him then smiled a little wider, looking at him with curiosity "You're Richard, right?"

He bowed at me like a real Gentleman would do, I had to resist the urge to giggle at that, it was rather amusing to be quite honest. Then he came back up straight, nodding once.

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Please. Call me Marie, Richard. I know a lot about you thanks to my sister." I had my crooked grin in place, it was the one where you had no idea what I was thinking. I used it a lot here at court.

"And your sister's name, Ma'a…Marie?"

"Cara." My goodness could this man blush, he was beet red now. It was funny to see a nice boy like him be so kind, perhaps he and my sister would make a good match. But of course Father would never allow it, and now that you need the King's permission…well…You see the problem there hopefully.

"Breath, Richard. Breath." I told him slowly then he started breathing, I smiled. Good boy. See how I help people by the simplest things?

"You're Cara's sister?" He asked me, smiling as if amazed and then I heard someone call for him. He cleared his throat with a cough and then nodded to me, running quickly towards the man who yelled for him. What a brute, to call after a poor boy who's only making small talk with a Lady.

I turned on my heel, a smile still on my lips, I simply walked by and stood beside my brother. Even with all this disaster going on, I *can* still smile.

"Thomas." I commented, looking up at him. He looked down at me slowly, quirking an eyebrow in question. I only smiled in response.

"Marie." He slowly took a cup full of wine up from a table beside him and looked away, gulping down the wine. I laughed at this, it was amusing to see my brother confused.

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