England Is Not For Me

Woman fight. Royal, woman fight. For many reasons we all clash heads and pens and ribbons for the love and affection of the oh so beloved King. Henry is not a prize worth fighting for, but I shall fight. Not for myself but strictly out of spite of Anne Boleyn's cocky behavior and Catherine's naivety and refusal.

Out of spite of Jane Seymour's petty words and spread legs.

I aim to be Queen, with many sons, not for happiness or love. But to prove how cunning and manipulative Queens can be.

This is our war that we fight silently and elegantly. Resembling swans and a beautiful yet powerful dance. We fall and we rise as quickly as the tide changes favor. Some swim while others...... well, you get the memo.