I see that 𝐄𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐡 𝐎𝐟 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞 has surrounded himself by Aragon... the almost barren elder wife. Nothing like me, my love.

Where is the King, 𝐄𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐡 𝐎𝐟 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞?

"𝘼𝙫𝙤𝙞𝙙 𝙗𝙪𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙             𝙩𝙪𝙢𝙪𝙡𝙩." St Paul’s Day, 25th January 1533. Whitehall Palace. ━━━━ • ♚ • ━━━━ With the joyous news of Anne's pregnancy confirmed by Master Linacres, Henry's personal physician, the king quickly applied to

I admit after years, I am considering flipping this account. Its either flip Anne or flip my Titanic account.

Ahh, my husband looks more like himself again, 𝐄𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐡 𝐎𝐟 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞

Is 𝐄𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐡 𝐎𝐟 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞 staying out of mischief?

I'm getting bigger every day, 𝐄𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐡 𝐎𝐟 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞 and I have been told by a psychic that we are to be blessed with a son.

He'll have nothing on your daughter.

I wonder if 𝐄𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐡 𝐎𝐟 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞 intends to come and meet his daughter.

You call yourself a father and a King and yet you fear a child!

How dare you imply my incapability? [Clearly unafraid of challenging him.] She is your blood, and still nameless. Don't you turn your back on us.

After your mother, you do have a heart after all. Somewhere buried within the misogyny. [Scowling towards Cromwell.] The celebration continues.

As does mine... [Murmuring under my breath, knowing he will no doubt seek consolation from a mistress.] Leave if you have no intention of seeing my daughter... Your Majesty. [Curtseying obligingly]

I've not seen 𝐄𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐡 𝐎𝐟 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞 in some time.

I'm considering letting go of this account.

I was going to delete this account but I'm not sure I can bring myself to do it.