Anne's Regret

Dear King Henry, you came to me asking for my hand, to be the one beside you as you ruled this fair land. To be a queen, a lovely life, that is what you offered. To be pampered is what I expected, to have an intricate coiffure. The highlight of society, everyone toasting our good health. Living in the lap of luxury, I seem to have much wealth. Oh, I wish I had known, no matter what they said the true desires, your wretched ways, the secrets I now dread. You are short tempered, mean, and often crass. I sit here in the corner, knowing I must not sass. Even though you married me and wanted in my bed, the next pretty face walked by and it was off with my head. King Henry VIII and Anne Bolyne