Life is never as fair as god made it out to be. I speak treason against him for he doomed me yet, did I doom myself? It doesn't matter really, I am Queen Anne Boleyn, yet I am sadly the wife of Henry the Eighth. Oh, what a fool I was dancing and twirling in front of him. I wanted the crown but I didn't recognize what also came with it, the king.

God kill me now for life will be horrid with him and to think I actually loved him. What a fool I was. To be a mistress, never! Not even to this so called King! I, Anne Boleyn will not to submit to anyone. But I did when I married.

This child who lays sound in my stomach is not a boy, I know. No astrologer need tell me that and yet this wonderful child will be my doom. I am due in September, two months from now. Everything is ready for the "boy". Oh! How I should start pleading for my life now. People say you never see death coming but you do. This fool, nay I the fool did this to myself. Ha me, "The most happy." Anything but!

Shall Henry spare my life? No, yes, probably not, it's easier to get married again when the other wife is dead. And the court ladies say that I am a little WHORE! Wait till Henry sets his eyes on them they won't resist, they can't resist we are his subjects. I thought as Queen I would have power and be loved but it is anything but. I am wanted for sex and massages! That leg has no word to describe its ugliness!

What of the child? Will she know me? Will she care if I die? Would I care if I died? This is the life of Anne Boleyn whom none would trust, none would know, yet all will see.

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"Have that little wench Mary take me to my toilet chambers!" Anne scuffed holding her belly rubbing in circular motions hissing in pain when the baby kicked.

"Yes Your Majesty!" The lady-in-waiting said her voice trembling in fear. Every person who passes through Anne's chamber or as some say the witch's chamber knew of the random temper. One second she's nice the next on a rampage. The lady behind her braided her hair and layered it neatly upon her head. Black eyes scanned the room for something to complain about.

The maid who ambled out of the room muttered, "If I was in labor for that long I would have killed by now!" Who knew, she thought it could have just been another tantrum.

Just as the lady walked out another came in. Her clothes signified her low rank but she carried herself with an air of arrogance and defiance. It was none other then Princess Mary, or as she is known as Lady Mary.

Mary smirked when she saw the way Anne hissed in pain. "You," Anne said pointing her finger viciously at Mary, "Take me to my toilet chambers now!" Mary did as she was told but only for her mother Catherine of Aragon the true Queen of England! Not this witch, Anne Boleyn!

Swish, a goblet flew past Mary's ear almost connecting. "Do you always take this long, are you as stupid and slow as your mother?" Anne taunted.

"No milady," Mary said in a low baritone voice unusual for a girl.

"Did you say milady wench," Anne screamed in pain and in annoyance. Anne stopped and thought.

"Or should I say sir, since you are much more a man then a woman."

Mary slowly took in a breath trying with all her might not to scream back at the witch that Catherine of Aragon her mother is the true Queen. But that would result in something.

"Remove her from my presence!"

"No need to remove me, I'll happily remove myself," The once Princess of Wales said in a mocking tone. Mary quickly left. Mary made sure to turn her back when she left, why should she have respect for a fake! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"A beautiful lovely girl," The doctor happily pronounced.

"A girl," Henry exploded, stomping his foot.

"Yes a girl, by gods Henry must he say it twice for you to understand?" Anne said with a twitch of annoyance.

"I don't want to hear it Anne!" Henry announced actually thinking the acid tongue of Anne Boleyn would stop.

"If you don't want to hear it leave," she said smirking. He stomped out pushing a servant as he went.

Anne took the baby in her arms and locked eyes with it and muttered, "How can a beautiful thing be my downfall and come from a man like him," and continued with,

"You must get it from my side."

With the baby taken out of her hands Anne collapsed onto bed and went to sleep.

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Do I dare smile at him, no not smile, smirk at him. He came again tonight not to console me, oh no! Not Henry ruler of England. No he came for sex! Am I some common whore now? I act sad that dear Elizabeth is not dear Henry or Edward but secretly I take pleasure in it. Seeing Henry in all the pain that he has caused me gives me great happiness.

Many ask why I am so mean and irritable. Always saying Catherine of Aragon was much nicer. Yet Catherine of Aragon did not have to deal with her life being taken away from her in a snap of Henrys finger! Oh yes, her jewels were taken away and title but not her life. But to answer the question, I am mean because I have nothing left worth living for. You could say dear Elizabeth is but when will I see her? Once every month? I can do nothing as queen to change people's lives. I am a woman inferior to men even common men. I played my cards she played hers. We both came out losers.

Yet did anyone ever meet a woman such as me? Ambitious, charming, and in an exotic sense, beautiful. Yes, I am bragging but so it goes. Yet I would do anything to change that. Blonde hair, blue eyes, everything that my mother wished me to be. No this is the Anne Boleyn, the Anne, the Queen, the victim, the subject.

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"They're furious Anne, FURIOUS!" The woman with honey hair and baby blue eyes screamed.

"Tell me sister, about what." Anne only now responding to this seething woman. Anne lifted her head tilted it and looked as if she didn't know of anything.

"Don't play games with me Anne Boleyn." The blonde pointed her finger as if it were a sword to stab Anne's heart.

"Uncle thinks that you're insane and on your way down and trying to bring the Howard's with you."

"Oh, Mary why shouldn't I." Anne said like it was nothing big.

"We never did like Uncle; remember when he wanted to disown George for not getting some silly title. Or that time where he thought we both should be shipped to a convent because we didn't have the "proper" breeding. That the lowly Boleyn's would disgrace the Howard's. Now look at us. You with two children from the king and me his queen. Albeit your children not able for the throne and me not a very popular queen but it's all the same. While I am at it let me bring Father down for his despicable performance at keeping good care at us and that time when he saw him beat mother. I might as well bring the rest of England with me. Revenge is so pleasurable!"

Mary laughed, "You're mad Anne truly mad!"

"You are already hated; you can't get any worse then death anyway. Just don't bring my children with you. I wish them not to be caught in the petty and dangerous ways of court!"

"I never would, I never would." Anne shook her head and looked at her sister.

"Look out for Elizabeth for me; she needs a woman like you in her life." Anne stood up hugged her sister goodbye.

"Oh Anne, what have you gotten yourself into." With that Mary looked out the window and prayed that Anne's war wouldn't hurt her children. She even prayed for a miracle. The miracle was that this war wouldn't hurt Anne either or worse.

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"She is pregnant!" The doctor said triumphantly, cheers went up around the room Henry danced. He was smiling around the room with Elizabeth in his arms. Anne offered a small smiled, not surprised at all seeing that Henry visited her room every other night.

"Call for a celebration," Henry said raising his goblet.

"What if the child is a girl," Mary, the once favored princess said eagerly, knowing full well that this would put a bad note to the conversation.

"Notice the word "if", next time refrain from using it in my presence, even better refrain yourself from my presence." Anne said already sharpening her tongue for the up-coming battle.

"Only if I could Your Majesty," Mary said.

"Maybe I could remove you from your life?" Anne said tilting her head and smiled.

"Anything is better then being near you!" Mary went to leave but before she could Anne was blocking the door.

"You forget your place wench!"

"No it is you who forgets yours!"

"I was born a princess, Your Highness you were born a nothing!" Mary's word stroke a cord.

"You go pray Lady Mary for this is the last day I'll let you" Anne said emphasizing the word lady. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"His Highness took a fall today." A messenger stood in front of Anne relaying the information of the joust today. Anne laughed! It had worked! Her plan had worked. The night before she had snuck into the equipment room herself and added extra illegal weights to the lance. Now all I have wait is till he dies and then I will be governess of the Queen Elizabeth, a Boleyn.