#anneofcleves

Thomas Cromwell (1485 – 28 July 1540), briefly Earl of Essex, was an English statesman and lawyer who served as chief minister to King Henry VIII from 1534 to 1540, when he was beheaded on orders of the king, who later blamed false charges for the execution.

Architect of the English Reformation: Thomas Cromwell played a crucial role in the English Reformation, which saw England break away from the authority of the Pope and the Roman Catholic Church. He helped King Henry VIII establish the Church of England, facilitating the king's divorce from Catherine of Aragon and his marriage to Anne Boleyn.

Mastermind of the Dissolution of the Monasteries: One of Cromwell's most significant achievements was overseeing the Dissolution of the Monasteries (1536-1541). This process involved the closure and destruction of hundreds of monasteries, priories, convents, and friaries across England, which transferred vast wealth and land from the Church to the Crown.

Rise from Humble Beginnings: Cromwell was born around 1485 to a modest background in Putney, London. He rose from being the son of a blacksmith and brewer to becoming one of the most powerful men in England, showcasing his remarkable political acumen and ambition.

Chief Minister and Reformer: As chief minister to King Henry VIII from 1534 until his downfall in 1540, Cromwell implemented a series of administrative reforms that centralized and strengthened the power of the monarchy. His reforms modernized the government and laid the groundwork for the future development of the English state.

Ok I may have misread this a bit but I hope you like what I came up with anyway!

Introducing smol Anne Boleyn!

Smol AB be hiding in anothers queens' jackets for a f f e c t i o n warmth. Sometimes the other queens don't notice when she's in someone's jacket and then she just pops out mid convo-

When you're so smol another queen's clothes work as a functional blanket. This is especially convenient when you have a tendency to fal asleep anywhere and everywhere

England, 1540

 In the long gallery of Hever Castle, a young woman, fair, with a pale complexion and serious eyes, walks, enjoying the late September sun. She glances down at a letter, with heavy seals and important language.

This is Anne of Cleves, the young princess from Germany, born in Düsseldorf, raised in Solingen, daughter of the moderate and serious Duke John of Cleves. Contrary to the widely distributed reports from her previously-disgruntled husband and now solicitous "brother", Henry VIII, she is comely - well built, with a smooth complexion, gentle and kind eyes, a mouth neither tight-lipped to the merriment-loving English nor too sensual for the critical eyes of its clergy. She has discarded the tight bandings of her German clothes, that made her so distasteful to English eyes in the beginning of her sojourn here. She is a graceful, sophisticated, adult woman who above all knows the meaning of discretion. Wearing an English-cut gown of ivory damask, with discreet patterns of seeds pearls woven into her bodice and hood, she looks up from the letter, and stares out of the window. Swans are gliding in the moat - Anne of Cleves specifically orders the moat waters to be kept fresh for them, as she loves to see them near and not in the further lakes or rivers where her window cannot overlook them. Swans - an emblem that the Duchess of Cleves has taken for herself, to reflect her descent from the swan-knight Lohengrin, the animals whose grace and steadiness she determines to personify. She smiles ironically - these animals are also known to mate for life.

This was not her destiny. The English king, Henry VIII, who took a fancy to her portrait and raised her up from the obscurity of the minor German court that was her home, and sent for her to become Queen of his court - that fast-paced, tense, glamorous, and rich court, of a country that had defied the Pope and Catholic Europe, and sent three Queens to their graves - this king had decided, as soon as she had come, that she was unsuitable, and only six short months had passed with Anne of Cleves as Queen of England.

She shivers. The weeks leading up to the annulment of her marriage had been terrifying - her friends and supporters had gone to the Tower for their crime of being aligned with her, the despised wife. The king's cherished and trusted servant, Thomas Cromwell, had been executed crying for mercy, for bringing her to England. The pangs of conscience and pain she feels are mitigated by remembering how very many others that same trusted servant had brought to the block; and any feelings of bitterness or regret that she has been pushed aside, dissolve when she tastes the relief of her escape. For king Henry VIII is merciful to those who do not oppose his will, and Anne of Cleves, a newly-come stranger, relied upon her fine sensitivity and intuition and did what, indeed, so many English people failed to do - bowed her head and accepted what he willed. It had cost her nights of pain and tears, that her husband was not to be her own knight after all, and that she had failed in this duty - but to live to become his "beloved sister" and do whatever good she could in that way, became the consolation.

She is not ignorant that the king's fancy for the young Katherine Howard was another piece of this puzzle. That a young girl who had served her should take her place had at first revolted her traditional sensibilities - but as has been stated, Anne of Cleves is a perceptive young woman and does not rail against what cannot be helped. It is fortune's wheel, she thinks, with a rueful smile. Indeed, the only true bitterness is that the king has spread far and wide that her unattractiveness was a part of how he could not bear to truly make her his wife. But, she vows, with her behavior and new sense of sophistication and freedom, she will repudiate those statements silently. She has already gone very far in this, for her elegant poise, newfound sense of dress, and remodeled behaviors (more merry, for the merry English), has already improved the opinion of nearly the whole court. She gazes out the window, to the rolling countryside that is still lush and green with the warmth of early autumn. June is the month of roses in England, and this lovely castle - where another Anne had read letters from the same king, she thinks while shivering again - was not yet in her possession then. Yet, here and there, a remaining red one blooms, in the beautiful gardens. She rises from her seat near the window, contemplating her most recent formal letter from the king - praising her for her obedience to his will and judgment and his trust that she will remain in that state. The Duchess of Cleves has no intention of doing anything else. She has become a beloved sister where once she was Queen, but she has determined she will adorn his court, not attempt to tear it asunder with factionalism. The king's children all desperately need a friend, and that will be her. The new queen Katherine Howard will need one too, a true one, not the frolicsome playmates from her past or dour old women who look askance at her. As Anne of Cleves walks down and leaves the castle, she makes her way to Hever's famous rose garden in search of the late bloomers, which she will gather and place as posies in her bedchamber. They will be reminders of her status as a new rose of the Tudor court, but one that will only adorn with sweetness.   

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Anna of Cleves during Get Down:

YOU DIDN’T LOOK LIKE YOUR PROFILE PICTURE

YEAH, BUT I’M THE QUEEN OF THE CASTLE