The Lady Anne Boleyn: The Most Happy

Author's Note: All the dates, names and facts are true unless stated. I used the year of 1501 as Anne's birth date. The story will begin form when Anne Boleyn went to court to work for the current queen of England. I remember reading somewhere that Anne once used a dress that had written across it "The Most Happy" on it in French, so that is what gives the story this title. Hope you enjoy the story!

~Foreword~

Anne Boleyn was youngest child of Elizabeth and Thomas Boleyn. She was born in 1501 and died in 1536. She is most famous for being the mother of Queen Elizabeth I of England. Another famous event was how she caused the marriage of King Henry VIII and Queen Catherine of Spain slowly fall apart after twenty years of marriage. Another one is how she became the king's mistress and how she managed to keep him attracted to her for all those years before they were married. Her end was tragic and horrible and to this day there is no proof that the charges pressed against her are true.

Anne Boleyn was dark-haired and dark-eyed with possible olive-colored skin, and she was rumored to have a sixth finger on her hand that she hid from public view and a large mole on her neck. She was the complete opposite of the blonde-haired, blue-eyed, pale skinned image of beauty. It was because of this "sixth finger" that after her death, people began believing she was a witch and that her daughter was half-witch. This is her story, which begins after her arrival back to England and ends with a tragic ending.

~Chapter I~

The year was 1521 when I returned back to my birthplace, England. I didn't want to return but details of my marriage were being worked out so I was forced to return. Meanwhile this was happening I went to court to attend Queen Catherine. The queen was older than the handsome king and she had been the widowed wife of the king's older brother Arthur. I was one of the few English handmaidens in Her Majesty's service and I was constantly surrounded by young Spanish girls who usually chattered in their native tongue with the queen. They called her "La Reina Catalina"* and "Mi señora Catalina"**. I suppose the Spanish princess (as I refused to think of her as the English queen) had the king hire girls of Spanish heritage living in London.

I was stitching up a small hole that had been found in one of the queen's garments when two Spanish girls burst in from the doors. As handmaidens to the queen, we were allowed to stay in Her Majesty's private chambers in her had her permission. I immediately recognized them as Anamaria and Esperanza, the queen's two favorite maids. Anamaria was tall and slender with shoulder-length dark brown hair and green eyes. Her skin was an olive complexion, like the queen's and my own. Esperanza was shorter but still slender and had long blonde hair and blue eyes with a pale complexion. Esperanza certainly did not look Spanish, as many of them have darker looks.

Anamaria's eyes traveled up and down my body, examining each part of my face and clothing I wore. A small smirk tugged at the corners of her lips as she turned to Esperanza and said, "Mira como trajava como si es un pero" {Look at how she works like a dog} and both young women laughed. I glared at them as I was oblivious to what they were saying and returned to my needlework. But they would not stop with that comment and began to poke and prod at me relentlessly and laugh in my face.

"Please ladies, stop this at once." A calm yet firm voice spoke out from the door. I looked up to see the sight of Queen Catherine at the door, her lips set in a firm line. Her dark blue eyes looked over Anamaria and Esperanza as she gave them a disapproving look. "I will not stand any sort of abuse towards my handmaidens. I do not want to walk in on this again, is that understood Anamaria?" she asked in a low voice as she regarded only her. Anamaria limply nodded as did Esperanza and they both were excused to leave.

The queen stayed behind to look at me for a few seconds before she turned away and closed the door. I was once again let alone in the queen's chambers and I resumed my needlework.

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*The Queen Catherine (in English)

**My lady Catherine (a translation in English)

Short chapter, I know. I will begin the next chapter with the introduction to Anne's first love affairs and I shall try to squeeze Mary Boleyn inside. The next chapter will be arriving shortly within the week.

Centauri Nebula.