Anne spent her adolescence in the French court, and came home to England to be married. She charmed everyone in her presence and influenced everyone in the English court, including the King (who was, at the time, sleeping with her younger sister, Mary.) Her family helped her on her rise to power. She did everything she could when she became Queen to make her husband happy. She would go to the ends of the earth and back to give him anything he wanted, but the king only wanted one thing: a male heir. She became pregnant before the wedding, and everything began to go her way. She had never felt more loved by the one person she loved the most. She gave birth to a beautiful baby girl, but it isn't enough for King Henry. She then discovers she is not able to carry a child. She endured miscarriage after miscarriage, and she watched the man she loved turn his affection towards another woman. A sweet, little good-girl: Jane Seymour. Anne's downfall saddens me. She is blamed for everything gone wrong between her and the king. She is accused of witchcraft and incest and adultery. All of those things untrue, but she was found guilty anyway. She was executed on May 19th, 1536. She died in shame to the kingdom, who believed everything the king said. She was later named a martyr. An amazing woman, thrown away for the stupid immaturity of a man. A man who always got what he wanted. He never understood what love was, only ambition and the need to produce a male heir.
I wish i could be as strong as her, to die with pride, and to know that her intentions were nothing but the best. Henry is a clear example of any man: stubborn, immature, etc. im not trying to be a man hater or anything, but from my experiences, men seem to be made to break a woman's heart. I've sat and watched someone i care about let their feeling wane from me. i watched gracefully, and i tried not to complain, i tried to win him back. sometimes the little "Seymours" get the best of us though. The outspoken, confident women rarely end victorious. Well behaved women rarely are remembered, though. I hope the man i cared for so much remembers me. I hope he thinks of me every time she knocks him down, and remembers that i did nothing but love him. I'm really not all that tore up about it all, i'm just not the type to give up easy. But i fear my execution has already happened in this situation. I need to let it the hell go. But it's alright. I'm having fun here, while he's gone. And, in all probability, i bet the little "Seymour" is too. Let that soak in:)
Any way, i'm tired.
bye
