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May 25, 2011
Anne Boleyn sat under the shade of an apple tree, surrounded by half a dozen maids. She shot Lade Jane a venemous look and took it one step further by basking in her perceived control of the situation. Two maids attached a spectacular diamond necklance around the neck of the queen consort and fitted her hands with a multitude of chunky, blood-red rings. Lady Jane continued to respectfully avoid the Queen's gaze.
Lady Jane, Anne said at last.
With that, the Queen stood with a poof of her dress and, with her minions, fled the subdued woman.