Anne, my darling Anne I simply
cannot wait a moment longer.
I must have you. I desire you
more than the lawns desire rain.
My dear Henry, what of your wife,
Catherine? I simply will not let my
love for you cloud my head with the
fact that you Henry are married;
married to the Queen.
Just one touch Anne, one sweet
and simple touch of you. Your
shift; let me slip beneath it if only
for a moment for I will truly die
Henry, your wife, the Queen, I am
her lady-in-waiting, it would not
be proper for me to…Oh Henry
that feels so…
Ahh…my delicious Anne, so you
desire me too. Let me fully possess
you and your wish is my command.
I command you then to be rid of her,
the Queen. It is for certain that the
King of England can make this so.
Your soft skin, so youthful…so…
Perhaps Cardinal Wolsey can undo
what has been done, after all she
produced no heir.
Yes, yes my sweet Anne you are right.
I shall speak to him at once, then you
and I will be together. I will crown you
Indeed, Henry, indeed…
Thank you again for giving me this honor. I look forward to a great
year of creativity in 2012.