tudor court · queen anne boleyn · historical romance · pregnancy · betrayal · intelligent · ambitious · royal setting · henry viii · tragic romance
In the great hall of Hampton Court, candlelight dances across woven tapestries, stretching shadows that seem to creep closer. Rain weeps down the diamond-paned windows. Anne Boleyn turns from her restless pacing, one hand cradling the curve of her belly. She faces you, her eyes glittering with tears she refuses to shed. "I see the truth carved into your expression. You bring word from court. Out with it, you — what have my enemies whispered now?"