Anne Boleyn
May 19, 1536.
To the sad anniversary of your death. May you still linger on forever.
To the sad anniversary of your death. May you still linger on forever.
May 19th, 2011
March 9th, 2010
January 15th, 2010
Locked in a Tower
Anne knew very well about the Tower of London. The woman who had lost her life as the Queen of England had been trapped there until she had gone mad with hysterics, then switched to a calm manner before her beheading. Anne had read up on every detail of the so-called history of Henry and Anne and had found it fascinatingly morbid.
Every now and again, she would read more about it, or perhaps fancy a watch of one of the many films in which her own history would be shown.
She sat alone, with Henry quite busy in other Courtly manners. New Greece suited him well; he could bed whomever he chose without consequence since there was never a fear of disease or bastards. Meanwhile, Anne Boleyn was trapped in a tower of her own making, one not nearly as horrible as the Tower of London.
Yet it was, by all accounts that she had read, still as lonely.
With Henry busy, without children of her own, with the people looking for a leader and finding strange news like Mary Tudor's sudden marriage... with Anne in a position of power that left her with quite little to do in actuality...
Times like these made her miss the days of Whitehall, where she was not beloved by her people but she had a position of influence in her husband's life -- his sex life, at the very least. Times like these made Anne wonder what life would have been like if she had been the one the history books had written of, and if she had truly lost her head instead of fearing that another Immortal would come along at any moment and simply take it from her.
Muse: Anne Boleyn (AU)
Fandom: The Tudors
Word Count: 288
Every now and again, she would read more about it, or perhaps fancy a watch of one of the many films in which her own history would be shown.
She sat alone, with Henry quite busy in other Courtly manners. New Greece suited him well; he could bed whomever he chose without consequence since there was never a fear of disease or bastards. Meanwhile, Anne Boleyn was trapped in a tower of her own making, one not nearly as horrible as the Tower of London.
Yet it was, by all accounts that she had read, still as lonely.
With Henry busy, without children of her own, with the people looking for a leader and finding strange news like Mary Tudor's sudden marriage... with Anne in a position of power that left her with quite little to do in actuality...
Times like these made her miss the days of Whitehall, where she was not beloved by her people but she had a position of influence in her husband's life -- his sex life, at the very least. Times like these made Anne wonder what life would have been like if she had been the one the history books had written of, and if she had truly lost her head instead of fearing that another Immortal would come along at any moment and simply take it from her.
Muse: Anne Boleyn (AU)
Fandom: The Tudors
Word Count: 288
January 2nd, 2010
August 4th, 2009
100.1.A "I have no idea what you're talking about."
"I have no idea what you're talking about."
Henry looked at Anne and was about to reply to her statement, but stopped and walked away to place their rapiers back in the proper spots. Her heart was beating faster than normal, and she thoroughly hated lying like this to her husband, but it was something that had to be done.
Once Henry had quietly left Anne alone in the room where minutes earlier the pair of them had been fencing, she sank to the floor, tugging at the gloves, mask, and various other gear that she had been wearing for their training session.
Surely, Henry could tell by know that her skills had improved, otherwise he would not have asked it of her. Anne had only lied to Henry twice in the whole of her Immortal life; once regarding the scheme her father had devised to overthrow her husband and the other time when she told Henry she was a virgin the night he bedded her. All things considered, Anne felt the lies were small in comparison to other couples, but she knew it not to be true.
Anne Boleyn was taking lessons from Edmond Dantès, a fellow Immortal. She had sworn the man to secrecy though, for she knew if Henry Tudor discovered the truth he would forbid her from seeing the Count ever again.
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Muse: Anne Boleyn (AU)
Fandom: The Tudors
Word Count: 450 (not including quote)
OOC Note: Henry is![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif)
modernking & Edmond is the_countmc. Both are used with love as part of an ongoing RP.
Henry looked at Anne and was about to reply to her statement, but stopped and walked away to place their rapiers back in the proper spots. Her heart was beating faster than normal, and she thoroughly hated lying like this to her husband, but it was something that had to be done.
Once Henry had quietly left Anne alone in the room where minutes earlier the pair of them had been fencing, she sank to the floor, tugging at the gloves, mask, and various other gear that she had been wearing for their training session.
Surely, Henry could tell by know that her skills had improved, otherwise he would not have asked it of her. Anne had only lied to Henry twice in the whole of her Immortal life; once regarding the scheme her father had devised to overthrow her husband and the other time when she told Henry she was a virgin the night he bedded her. All things considered, Anne felt the lies were small in comparison to other couples, but she knew it not to be true.
Anne Boleyn was taking lessons from Edmond Dantès, a fellow Immortal. She had sworn the man to secrecy though, for she knew if Henry Tudor discovered the truth he would forbid her from seeing the Count ever again.
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Muse: Anne Boleyn (AU)
Fandom: The Tudors
Word Count: 450 (not including quote)
OOC Note: Henry is
modernking & Edmond is the_countmc. Both are used with love as part of an ongoing RP.July 9th, 2009
96.6 Victim
"Father? Father!?!"
Anne ran about the palace, looking for him with tears in her eyes. She had known all along about the plot to murder Henry and had refused to be a pawn in the games, but not two minutes earlier she had come across her beloved's body, bleeding out onto the floor in the exact manner that the Duke of Buckingham had planned to murder Henry.
A knife wound, just so.
She had never thought anyone would go through with it, especially now that she had become Queen of England. Anne had never considered warning her husband over what she had thought to be something in the past; her father was already banished from Court, and though she hated him for trying to force her hand, Anne did not wish to see her father tried for treason and sent to the Tower of London.
"Father!!!"
( Knight takes King and Queen )
Whatever happened in her life from that moment onward, she would never again fall prey to another. Never again would she be a pawn in someone else's game.
Muse: Anne Boleyn
Fandom: The Tudors (AU)
Word Count: 545
Anne ran about the palace, looking for him with tears in her eyes. She had known all along about the plot to murder Henry and had refused to be a pawn in the games, but not two minutes earlier she had come across her beloved's body, bleeding out onto the floor in the exact manner that the Duke of Buckingham had planned to murder Henry.
A knife wound, just so.
She had never thought anyone would go through with it, especially now that she had become Queen of England. Anne had never considered warning her husband over what she had thought to be something in the past; her father was already banished from Court, and though she hated him for trying to force her hand, Anne did not wish to see her father tried for treason and sent to the Tower of London.
"Father!!!"
( Knight takes King and Queen )
Whatever happened in her life from that moment onward, she would never again fall prey to another. Never again would she be a pawn in someone else's game.
Muse: Anne Boleyn
Fandom: The Tudors (AU)
Word Count: 545
May 29th, 2009
90.2.5 - Your significant other has cheated on you...
You've discovered that your significant other has cheated on you, whether by word or deed. Describe what happened and how you reacted. Was that the end of the relationship? If you remained together, how have things changed between you?
He was late coming home.
Anne had spent the majority of the evening reading, trying to occupy herself and not think of where he was or what he was doing. Her plan didn't work, however; every fifteen minutes, her eyes would wander toward the door as if he would walk inside that moment with a thoroughly reasonable explanation.
These days, there were only two reasons why her husband would not be home at his normal hour. The first was due to business dealings, either money or taking heads. The second, less preferable one, was that he was sleeping with a strange woman that Anne had never met.
The jealousy she felt would always bubble up within her until she could not bother to read a book any longer. Her thoughts would stray back to the first time it had happened, after their marriage. Henry had claimed that although he had bedded her ladies-in-waiting, it was before Anne's coronation, back when most of the women were attending Katherine of Aragon. That, Anne would accept.
Taking a lover that was not her, though, that was not someone she had specifically chosen for him if she was indisposed for whatever reason? That was unacceptable. She had wept, begged Henry to forgive her all the while hating herself for acting so terribly weak.
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Muse: Anne Boleyn
Fandom: The Tudors (AU)
Word Count: 516
He was late coming home.
Anne had spent the majority of the evening reading, trying to occupy herself and not think of where he was or what he was doing. Her plan didn't work, however; every fifteen minutes, her eyes would wander toward the door as if he would walk inside that moment with a thoroughly reasonable explanation.
These days, there were only two reasons why her husband would not be home at his normal hour. The first was due to business dealings, either money or taking heads. The second, less preferable one, was that he was sleeping with a strange woman that Anne had never met.
The jealousy she felt would always bubble up within her until she could not bother to read a book any longer. Her thoughts would stray back to the first time it had happened, after their marriage. Henry had claimed that although he had bedded her ladies-in-waiting, it was before Anne's coronation, back when most of the women were attending Katherine of Aragon. That, Anne would accept.
Taking a lover that was not her, though, that was not someone she had specifically chosen for him if she was indisposed for whatever reason? That was unacceptable. She had wept, begged Henry to forgive her all the while hating herself for acting so terribly weak.
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Muse: Anne Boleyn
Fandom: The Tudors (AU)
Word Count: 516
May 18th, 2009
88.4 "The English Ladye and the Knight"
It was an English ladye bright...
"You look lovely, Lady Anne."
She looked into the mirror to see her own reflection and had to agree. It had nothing to do with the beautiful white and gold dress she wore, but more with the glow that seemed to be about her face. Her smile, of course, was never going to vanish. The ladies-in-waiting finished attending to Anne's hair to prepare her for her coronation. The wedding had already occurred, but she could not help but feel that she was not truly Henry's wife until everything was completed. George was invited, naturally, but she had been wary of her father considering his part in the failed attempt on Henry's life. Anne refused to tell her husband about it, for she wished only happiness between them from that moment onward.
Love, forever.
And she would marry...
For Love will still be lord of all.
Still, she had received her father nonetheless. A gift was bestowed upon her of some jewels that had belonged to her mother, and Anne had dutifully thanked him even as she watched him carefully. She still did not trust him one whit, and reminded him that he was still banished from Court until she saw fit to allow a traitor to the Crown back into the fold.
Her sire gave brooch and jewel fine...
For he swore her death...
( Now all ye lovers, that faithful prove... )
Looking back only once, fearful of turning into a pillar of salt as Lot's wife had, Anne wept at their lost life. Still, Henry's hand was holding hers, giving her the strength she needed. She turned back to face her husband and kissed him fiercely. "I love you," she swore and promised, as if she had never spoken the words before.
He merely stroked her hair. "Then trust me now, love."
It was the first of many "deaths" for the couple, but certainly it was the most painful of them all.
Pray for their souls who died for love,
For Love shall still be lord of all.
Muse: Anne Boleyn
Fandom: The Tudors (AU)
Word Count: 741 (not including song lyrics)
"You look lovely, Lady Anne."
She looked into the mirror to see her own reflection and had to agree. It had nothing to do with the beautiful white and gold dress she wore, but more with the glow that seemed to be about her face. Her smile, of course, was never going to vanish. The ladies-in-waiting finished attending to Anne's hair to prepare her for her coronation. The wedding had already occurred, but she could not help but feel that she was not truly Henry's wife until everything was completed. George was invited, naturally, but she had been wary of her father considering his part in the failed attempt on Henry's life. Anne refused to tell her husband about it, for she wished only happiness between them from that moment onward.
Love, forever.
And she would marry...
For Love will still be lord of all.
Still, she had received her father nonetheless. A gift was bestowed upon her of some jewels that had belonged to her mother, and Anne had dutifully thanked him even as she watched him carefully. She still did not trust him one whit, and reminded him that he was still banished from Court until she saw fit to allow a traitor to the Crown back into the fold.
Her sire gave brooch and jewel fine...
For he swore her death...
( Now all ye lovers, that faithful prove... )
Looking back only once, fearful of turning into a pillar of salt as Lot's wife had, Anne wept at their lost life. Still, Henry's hand was holding hers, giving her the strength she needed. She turned back to face her husband and kissed him fiercely. "I love you," she swore and promised, as if she had never spoken the words before.
He merely stroked her hair. "Then trust me now, love."
It was the first of many "deaths" for the couple, but certainly it was the most painful of them all.
Pray for their souls who died for love,
For Love shall still be lord of all.
Muse: Anne Boleyn
Fandom: The Tudors (AU)
Word Count: 741 (not including song lyrics)
May 1st, 2009
"The Tudors" Timeline - AU Immortal RP
There is no exact date of birth on record for Anne Boleyn or her siblings, and scholars have only made a guess that Mary Boleyn was her elder sister while George was her younger brother. Anne was also sent off to other countries at a supposedly young age when it was highly unusual to do so. Therefore, in our RP, Anne was actually a foundling with her brother George born after her. Her father, Thomas Boleyn, sent her off for schooling because she was not his true daughter, and chose Mary to seduce Henry first because she was his own flesh and blood.
Henry Tudor was also a foundling, which explained his studious nature that was far different from Henry VII and Arthur. He was also never expected to rule, so the fact that he was not truly of noble blood was not an issue at first. In terms of children, Bessie Blount did indeed get pregnant, but by another. Cardinal Wolsey convinced her to tell Henry it was his, and he named the boy Henry Fitzroy. The many pregnancies and miscarriages Katherine suffered were actually from her Ladies-in-Waiting, desperate to help her produce an heir -- not knowing that Henry, as an Immortal, would never be able to father a child. When Mary was born, she was the daughter of one of Katherine's Ladies-in-Waiting, and she gave Mary up to Katherine to help her mistress save her failing marriage to Henry. They were first married in 1509, but the first recorded failed "pregnancy" wasn't until 1511, due to Katherine being unable to conceive.
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Henry Tudor was also a foundling, which explained his studious nature that was far different from Henry VII and Arthur. He was also never expected to rule, so the fact that he was not truly of noble blood was not an issue at first. In terms of children, Bessie Blount did indeed get pregnant, but by another. Cardinal Wolsey convinced her to tell Henry it was his, and he named the boy Henry Fitzroy. The many pregnancies and miscarriages Katherine suffered were actually from her Ladies-in-Waiting, desperate to help her produce an heir -- not knowing that Henry, as an Immortal, would never be able to father a child. When Mary was born, she was the daughter of one of Katherine's Ladies-in-Waiting, and she gave Mary up to Katherine to help her mistress save her failing marriage to Henry. They were first married in 1509, but the first recorded failed "pregnancy" wasn't until 1511, due to Katherine being unable to conceive.
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April 29th, 2009
Beverly Hills, California
2008
Anne was sitting in the Presidential Suite of The Beverly Hilton, watching the news as she smoked a cigarette. It had become a small vice of hers through the years, and thanks to the fact that she would never age or die, the trouble of cancer didn't seem to matter at all. Henry wasn't around for some odd reason, though, which bothered her.
Still, it was fairly interesting to see how the United States had finally decided to elect a person of colour as their president. Inhaling and then blowing out the smoke, she turned the plasma television off and changed into the clothing that she knew her husband preferred -- nothing. It was fairly liberating these days to be able to walk around a house and grab a silk robe to cover oneself up quickly instead of all the ties and corsets that her body had become accustomed to when she had first met Henry.
Anne sat in the rich, burgundy coloured chair and continued to smoke, nude, as she overlooked Wilshire Boulevard. Henry still wasn't back from his business meeting and it was getting far too late. She stood, stretching, and got close enough to the window that anyone high enough would be able to have a beautiful view of her.
She knew where the swords were at, just in case, but in that moment she didn't care. Henry wasn't there as he'd promised. Part of her wondered if he was out again, bedding another woman while she was left alone. Again.
2008
Anne was sitting in the Presidential Suite of The Beverly Hilton, watching the news as she smoked a cigarette. It had become a small vice of hers through the years, and thanks to the fact that she would never age or die, the trouble of cancer didn't seem to matter at all. Henry wasn't around for some odd reason, though, which bothered her.
Still, it was fairly interesting to see how the United States had finally decided to elect a person of colour as their president. Inhaling and then blowing out the smoke, she turned the plasma television off and changed into the clothing that she knew her husband preferred -- nothing. It was fairly liberating these days to be able to walk around a house and grab a silk robe to cover oneself up quickly instead of all the ties and corsets that her body had become accustomed to when she had first met Henry.
Anne sat in the rich, burgundy coloured chair and continued to smoke, nude, as she overlooked Wilshire Boulevard. Henry still wasn't back from his business meeting and it was getting far too late. She stood, stretching, and got close enough to the window that anyone high enough would be able to have a beautiful view of her.
She knew where the swords were at, just in case, but in that moment she didn't care. Henry wasn't there as he'd promised. Part of her wondered if he was out again, bedding another woman while she was left alone. Again.
April 27th, 2009
"Charisma becomes the undoing of leaders...."
"Charisma becomes the undoing of leaders. It makes them inflexible, convinced of their own infallibility, unable to change." - Peter Drucker
[Locked from Henry]
I love him, after all these years, but there are times that I must wonder if he truly understands the painful situation that we are both placed in now.
Several homes here and there -- one in Manhattan, one in France, another in the British Isles far away from London -- and yet, the one residence that seems the most at home is our place in The Netherlands. It reminds me, at times, of when Father sent me there for my education. Most of the time, however, my husband and lord are quite content.
But the problem still remains, even to this day -- what does one do when a kingdom has been stripped away? Henry was not born to be a leader, no, but he became the greatest England had ever seen. Now, we are royalty without a throne.
I don't care; I've never cared about the power inherit in the title that was gifted to me by my love. I've only ever cared about our happiness together, yet there are times that I look across and see a shadow fall on his face. I dare not ask what his thoughts might be, though. I love him more than my own life and have begged him to take any frustrations he might have out on me, for I realise that I am the only person in the whole of the world who understands his pain.
Henry cannot change who he is, and I would never wish that upon him.
There are times, I must say, that perhaps it would have been better if we both had perished that day Father betrayed us both and continued with his awful plan to murder the King of England. Instead, we died a strange death only to awaken to a world in which there was no longer a place for us. It took many, many years before we understood the full details of the plot, our "deaths", and what we would be for the rest of our lives.
Still, my love was without a battlefield, a country to rule, or women who fell easily as prey to his charms. I do my best to allow him his business dealings and there are times when I can coax a woman to his bed in an attempt to soothe him.
He loves me; this I know. He has promised to stay with me forever, and now forever is far longer than either of us ever realised. Yet his temper, his darkness that he reveals only to me, his laugh, the sparkle in his eyes as he talks of what might have been? Yes, those are the times when I pray to God to change me back to Anne Boleyn -- a woman more capable to fulfill his needs than the one I am today.
Muse: Anne Boleyn (modern-day)
Fandom: The Tudors (AU)
Word Count: 472
[Locked from Henry]
I love him, after all these years, but there are times that I must wonder if he truly understands the painful situation that we are both placed in now.
Several homes here and there -- one in Manhattan, one in France, another in the British Isles far away from London -- and yet, the one residence that seems the most at home is our place in The Netherlands. It reminds me, at times, of when Father sent me there for my education. Most of the time, however, my husband and lord are quite content.
But the problem still remains, even to this day -- what does one do when a kingdom has been stripped away? Henry was not born to be a leader, no, but he became the greatest England had ever seen. Now, we are royalty without a throne.
I don't care; I've never cared about the power inherit in the title that was gifted to me by my love. I've only ever cared about our happiness together, yet there are times that I look across and see a shadow fall on his face. I dare not ask what his thoughts might be, though. I love him more than my own life and have begged him to take any frustrations he might have out on me, for I realise that I am the only person in the whole of the world who understands his pain.
Henry cannot change who he is, and I would never wish that upon him.
There are times, I must say, that perhaps it would have been better if we both had perished that day Father betrayed us both and continued with his awful plan to murder the King of England. Instead, we died a strange death only to awaken to a world in which there was no longer a place for us. It took many, many years before we understood the full details of the plot, our "deaths", and what we would be for the rest of our lives.
Still, my love was without a battlefield, a country to rule, or women who fell easily as prey to his charms. I do my best to allow him his business dealings and there are times when I can coax a woman to his bed in an attempt to soothe him.
He loves me; this I know. He has promised to stay with me forever, and now forever is far longer than either of us ever realised. Yet his temper, his darkness that he reveals only to me, his laugh, the sparkle in his eyes as he talks of what might have been? Yes, those are the times when I pray to God to change me back to Anne Boleyn -- a woman more capable to fulfill his needs than the one I am today.
Muse: Anne Boleyn (modern-day)
Fandom: The Tudors (AU)
Word Count: 472
How do you know when your partner is angry?
Anne was sitting in the living room of the penthouse apartment in Manhattan that she shared with Henry, legs crossed as she read the newspaper. Music was playing in the background... Bach? She wasn't paying attention to it entirely, because she had turned it on for some background noise while she read. It was a beautiful day -- the rain, the forecasters claimed, would arrive later that week.
They were mistaken.
She was brought out of her reverie by the sound of slamming doors, muttering, and finally the music stopping. Anne quietly placed the newspaper down on the side table she'd purchased in Paris and had delivered overseas to decorate the apartment as she remained silent and waited for the tirade to stop.
Several curses, most of them quite unique, were uttered by her husband and she flinched as he broke a piece of furniture in the dining area. Well, she thought to herself, at least those pieces weren't terribly expensive. Anne did not even pay attention to what was angering Henry so much; it was simply part of his personality and without a kingdom to rule, subjects to worship him, or a battlefield to conquer? His temper flared without warning.
She knew her part to play, though. The docile wife, quiet and unassuming while he attempted to relieve himself of whatever anger ailed him. After a good quarter of an hour, though, she finally stood and walked slowly to him, a smile on her lips. "Shh," she said, a finger placed on his lips to calm her beloved as her other hand reached for his and placed it around her throat.
Anne nodded her consent.
She was now his only anchor in this brave new world. She knew he could never have again what he'd lost the day they both found out the truth about their immortality, but she could give him this much. She could give him her love, as she always had, and allow him to take whatever anger or violence he had bottled up within him out on her body.
After a good portion of the day was spent on the floor of the living room, there were bruises on her throat and her body was filled with his come. Aching limbs reached for his arms as he panted and brushed a kiss on her forehead.
Anne knew the storm had subsided at last... for the moment.
Muse: Anne Boleyn (modern-day)
Fandom: The Tudors (AU)
Word Count: 401
They were mistaken.
She was brought out of her reverie by the sound of slamming doors, muttering, and finally the music stopping. Anne quietly placed the newspaper down on the side table she'd purchased in Paris and had delivered overseas to decorate the apartment as she remained silent and waited for the tirade to stop.
Several curses, most of them quite unique, were uttered by her husband and she flinched as he broke a piece of furniture in the dining area. Well, she thought to herself, at least those pieces weren't terribly expensive. Anne did not even pay attention to what was angering Henry so much; it was simply part of his personality and without a kingdom to rule, subjects to worship him, or a battlefield to conquer? His temper flared without warning.
She knew her part to play, though. The docile wife, quiet and unassuming while he attempted to relieve himself of whatever anger ailed him. After a good quarter of an hour, though, she finally stood and walked slowly to him, a smile on her lips. "Shh," she said, a finger placed on his lips to calm her beloved as her other hand reached for his and placed it around her throat.
Anne nodded her consent.
She was now his only anchor in this brave new world. She knew he could never have again what he'd lost the day they both found out the truth about their immortality, but she could give him this much. She could give him her love, as she always had, and allow him to take whatever anger or violence he had bottled up within him out on her body.
After a good portion of the day was spent on the floor of the living room, there were bruises on her throat and her body was filled with his come. Aching limbs reached for his arms as he panted and brushed a kiss on her forehead.
Anne knew the storm had subsided at last... for the moment.
Muse: Anne Boleyn (modern-day)
Fandom: The Tudors (AU)
Word Count: 401
Ten occasions of déjà vu.
1. Anne was walking through the streets of Paris and froze for a moment. Henry was out on some business, and she didn't feel the presence of another Immortal around, but there was something about simply walking through the streets that unnerved her. She shook it off, clutched her Prada purse closer to her body, and moved on.
2. As a lark, on their last honeymoon, Henry took Anne to the Chapel of St. Peter ad Vincula, where she was supposedly "buried". They both had a good laugh at the renovations that had uncovered the skeleton that now rested in the marble floor as Anne's final resting spot. She looked at her husband, one eyebrow raised, and said, "There was no need to be so dramatic." Henry said nothing, and her smile faded as they walked out together.
3. She went to Hever Castle a few decades back, and looked upon the image of herself. Anne felt cold, but noticed no one else took any note of a resemblance.
4. The Netherlands. Henry held her close as she remembered that she was only thirteen when she was being schooled in the country. He said nothing to her and she said nothing back, and they left as soon as possible.
5. One evening, Anne was at home watching television and a fictionalized account of her life. She raised an eyebrow at the very idea that Natalie Portman could possible portray her accurately, and shut the television off.
6. "My name is Thomas," the young man had said by way of introduction. Anne looked up from her book to see a man with longing in his clear eyes, and she left the bookstore, wiping tears from her eyes.
( The more things change... )
Muse: Anne Boleyn (modern-day)
Fandom: The Tudors
Word Count: 524
2. As a lark, on their last honeymoon, Henry took Anne to the Chapel of St. Peter ad Vincula, where she was supposedly "buried". They both had a good laugh at the renovations that had uncovered the skeleton that now rested in the marble floor as Anne's final resting spot. She looked at her husband, one eyebrow raised, and said, "There was no need to be so dramatic." Henry said nothing, and her smile faded as they walked out together.
3. She went to Hever Castle a few decades back, and looked upon the image of herself. Anne felt cold, but noticed no one else took any note of a resemblance.
4. The Netherlands. Henry held her close as she remembered that she was only thirteen when she was being schooled in the country. He said nothing to her and she said nothing back, and they left as soon as possible.
5. One evening, Anne was at home watching television and a fictionalized account of her life. She raised an eyebrow at the very idea that Natalie Portman could possible portray her accurately, and shut the television off.
6. "My name is Thomas," the young man had said by way of introduction. Anne looked up from her book to see a man with longing in his clear eyes, and she left the bookstore, wiping tears from her eyes.
( The more things change... )
Muse: Anne Boleyn (modern-day)
Fandom: The Tudors
Word Count: 524
OOC
This is a present-day continuation of the Anne Boleyn written in belongstohim, as a crossover of sorts. A detailed backstory will be posted soon, explaining how both Anne & Henry ended up as Immortals from the Highlander universe.
belongstohim, as a crossover of sorts. A detailed backstory will be posted soon, explaining how both Anne & Henry ended up as Immortals from the Highlander universe.