❝  it was just the time then. Beheading...executions..they were normal. What happened to me was normal. Outrageous yes, but it was normal. ❞ Anne sighed, staring down at her hands as she stood there, letting them touch her own choker, where the scar lays.

She just wanted a normal life . Now that she was given a chance for it. She didn't wanna be some singer or whatever. Anne wanted peace. And let herself be unknown.

❝  I can't. Even if it's all just a bit. I won't accept nor do it. I was just brought to life once again days ago— not 4 years ago! ❞ Anne couldn't be calmed, she just stood up, pulling out her space buns, curls bounced down from how long they had settled like so.

❝  it was the 1500s..and Henry...he made such disgusting accusations against me.. Cromwell too. I was already infamous as it was. I wasn't careful. ❞ Anne rebutted. When that was the farthest from the truth, but her mind was so warped..

❝  Henry was a monster. We know that much..I guess my brain decided..until I heard of this whole...six thing..to block most memories I remember of him horrifically, out. ❞ Anne let herself sit up, space buns out, parts of her hair fell over her face before she pulled it back

❝  you look gorgeous! ❞ Anne smiled, even if it was small. Dot was just a kid, but oh how it hurt to hear someone blindly believe there's nothing negative of being a princess. Anne was the living proof of how princesses, women, can be wronged.

❝  oh you'd make the best princess! ❞

❝  oh..Angelina is such a cute name! I almost went with that when my daughter was born! It ende$ up being her middle name. Elizabeth Angelina Tudor Boleyn ❞ She smiled warmly, even as anne told her little story

❝  Your raging bisexual queen is here. Oh! I forgot to add favorite to that :) ❞