#groigne

        “you know that moment when you stop being the-girl-he-sees and get the booty call status?” would she even know? anne’s privacy isn’t what it used to be. not to mary. her sister has boundaries and a wish for a certain discretion that she can understand and even respect. she wants to say that she misses it, the shared gossip or the confidence exchanged under bed covers to stifle giggles and exclamations. that she misses her. “anyway, i blew him and that was pretty much it. he said he’d call me.”  a scoff. it was henry’s face on the bbc news that triggered mary to share the latest development of her volatile liaison.

    why is the breath that escapes her lips worth envying?   for has he been so lost now that he yearns for nothing but acknowledgement?   she is a maiden still.     she is pure.    oh but he would make it his own.    she will not be a mistress.   he has pursued her already.   her sister was sweet enough.    but what good is a warm purse when your bored beyond comprehension? 

     anne was fire itself  --  dressed in pretty cloth he knows her soul.   it burns the same as his.    while an impulsive man,  he was not a fool.   he waits until his courtiers have found companions with whom to walk -- with easy strides he falls in place beside her. 

               ‘   lady boleyn,   if i might have the pleasure of your company on a turn around the gardens?   ‘ 

     the world needs a lil love rn - send urls to my inbox for positivity.

my tiny ginger dotter ok but i am the ginger daddy and i fully embrace it now. henry is ready to have the apple of his eye with him constantly tbh. while we’ve just met - i adore you already. is it too soon. probably. but what is dignity. neither henry nor i have any dignity or qualms about this. 

beth is such an important historical character, she survived so much - and while damaged she still rose to be the greatest of her generation.  with all that historical drama... you also make her your own. you make her complex in different ways than we know her, but ways that are wholly accurate to her character. 

                   ‘   anne  !!      could you help me   !!     just for a moment !!       my grandma wants me to write a letter to the president of france over my state visit during this summer  (  dont ask ).    can you help me translate his reply !!    apparently he can’t write english that well !!    ‘ 

 It wouldn’t have been a nag, had this affair not been of more precarious importance.  A singled thought as he struck a smile [ meek, amiable ] to the common cashier, a greeting [ customary, expected ].

Nimble digits adjusted his sweater [ they wouldn’t expect much from someone who dresses in pure blues ] before suddenly inquiring a trivial thing to the closest individual [ you won’t act when I’m within a pedestrian’s distance, will you? ]

                ‘Ah, excuse me?“  Voice dulcet, kind.