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She thinks of Queen Aragon, sitting in Daven, so far from her homeland, feeling the foundations of her marriage shift, and pinches herself. Edward would do far worse if he knew how soft her thoughts are. She’s not going to be able to please both Queen Aragon and him. She’s going to end up betraying one of them. She can’t help but feel, though, that the only person she’ll truly be betraying is herself.

Thomas and Edward talk about how some families are blessed by Cernunnos with uncommon luck,and how that luck seems to either collect, like rain in cups, or drain away. It’s either all or nothing.They’re obsessed with the idea that their family, the Seymours, have been cursed. They want nothing more than to turn the family luck around.If they only scheme hard enough, maybe they can make Cernunnos smile upon them as he

Boleyn clears her throat, turning away from her audience and towards Henry. In the silence that follows, she feels curiously aware of the space around her. The chapel is small, intimate, the huge stained-glass windows that line one side of it doing nothing to make it feel more spacious.

It is busy, even without the mass of bodies filling it – every wall, every object is decorated or filigreed.

Beyond them, at the head of the altar, waits King Henry in cloth of gold and purple, his eyes only for his new bride. How could he have eyes for anyone else? How could anyone? And how on earth is Seymour supposed to draw his attention when Boleyn is in the room?

Side note from me: did they have ti describe her period in detail? *shudders * Traumatized from PMDD and what mine put me through

Silently, Mary fetches the coronet from its pillow and settles it on her head. It’s heavy for such a slender object, but Boleyn’s dark hair offsets the silver. Boleyn watches her sister, dressed in her widow’s black, in the mirror, and even though Boleyn is so, so happy and so, so in love, a sadness creeps across her. Mary has been her companion since childhood. The sun to her moon.