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.
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