"What am I supposed to do when the best part of me was always you and, what am I supposed to say when I'm all choked up and you're okay? I'm falling to pieces, yeah, falling to pieces."

Disclaimer- I don't own anything!
Summary- Anne watches as her relationship with Henry slowly falls apart.
Pairings- Implied Anne/Henry, Jane Seymour/Henry.
Warnings- I just wanted to put it out there that most of the stuff I post on here will probably be unbetaed. So, I apologize beforehand for any mistakes in grammar or spelling.
Author's Note- The ***'s are there to show where the time changes. So every section gets closer to the time when Henry decides to behead Anne and all that :). Hope that makes sense. Please review, kthanks :3.
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She watched from her rooms as they walked along in the gardens below her, laughing. As if he didn't have a wife waiting for him; a wife that had helped him change England for good. As if she didn't go against everything he said he stood for. She was a Catholic for goodness sake.
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She sighed angrily and turned from the window, not for the first time, closing he shutters to block out the image of her husband with his newest slut. If only she could cover up the image imprinted in he mind.
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She feared this would be her downfall. Already they were arguing constantly. He rarely laid with her at night and when he did, it was nothing like it used to be. She wondered what she had done to deserve this.
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"Henry, please!"
The door slammed in her face. Another fight, this one the worst yet. She had hoped it was just a phase, had gone along with it as long as she could, but it had just become too much. She could not stand the fact that she was not good enough for him anymore. Just because of a child she had failed to concieve! Hadn't she brought him better things than sons? She had helped him gain power beyond anyone else on the kingdom. And all for what? So he could throw her aside like so much baggage?
Like he had with Katherine? The thought pierced her mind and she fell to the floor sobbing. History repeating itself. And what was there to do about that? She knew how this would end.

"I'd rather hurt than feel nothing at all."

Disclaimer- I don't own anything.
Summary- Anne and Mary talk after a fight with Henry.
Pairings- Anne/Henry
A/N- I realized when I wrote this I mostly write angst one-shots for the Tudors. I'm considering trying some funny ones. Or less angsty ones at least XD.
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He slammed the door in her face with an angry shout. She wiped away the tears; tried to pretend they weren’t there. He would not make her cry.

She turned and there was Mary, waiting for her, as always, and the tears came faster. Mary came forward and hugged her close, shushing her and wiping away the tears.

“I think he hates me,” she said, once the crying ended and they had returned to her rooms.

“He loves you, Anne,” Mary contradicted. Anne gave her a small smile.

“It’s nice of you to say, but it is untrue. He already has a new whore; that horrid Seymour slut.”

“Oh, Anne,” Mary said and she had that look that said she was going to say something Anne wouldn’t like. “It’s the way he is, you know. This is the price of being Queen.”

“Ha! The price of being Queen? And what would you know of being Queen? You were just a whore,” she said, spitting out the last word and turning her back on her sister.

“And what were you?” The whisper permeated the room as the door shut behind her sister, her only confidant and friend.

She threw herself down on her bed, felt the tears start once more. Was this really better?

"And tell me that we belong together and dress it up with the trappings of love."

Disclaimer- I don't own anything.
Summary- A one-shot about Mary and her relationships.
Pairings- Henry/Mary, implied William Carey/Mary, William Stafford/Mary.
A/N- I like writing Mary, ironically, because she wasn't one of my favourite characters. Anyway, this just randomly popped into my head.
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They're eyes met across a crowded dance floor. He was king; she was just the other Boleyn girl. It was meant to be, they could both feel it. She slept in his rooms that night.
Things progressed. He was the one and she knew it. He gave her a boat, she gave him a son. Somehow, it just was never enough.
He moved on. She married, her husband died and then she found someone else. He was better, anyway. Her soul mate; everything she had always wanted. She didn't need the love of a king anymore.

Change :).

Well, I know I originally said this would be for reviews of books I've read, but... I changed my mind ^^. It will now be for my writing. Cause that way it'll actually get used instead of just being here with only two posts on it.

Anyway, I will be using it for both fanfiction and stories of my own creation, if I write any. I may occassionally also use it to just write random useless stuff. Kinda like a diary, I suppose. Except wayyy less private XD.

Soo, hope you enjoy my stories! Please leave comments, whether they be compliments or constructive critsism :).