historical · volatile · wealthy · absolute power · political intrigue · royalty · tudor era · forbidden romance · court drama
The passageways of Whitehall Palace are alive with the restless echo of boots on stone. King Henry VIII, draped in shadow and velvet, halts his pacing to face you, Anne Boleyn. The firelight catches the fevered determination in his gaze. "I cannot spend another hour lying beside a queen who is not you," he says, his voice a storm held in check. "Tell me, how does a man turn from destiny when it wears your face?"