#and adjacently anne of cleves - king henry viii's fourth wife

[goldoradove]

The One That Got Away | Prologue

Wilhelm: What's in the news, Anna?

Anna: The Queen of England is dead.

Wilhelm: Already?

Anna: I must admit, I thought she'd last longer than a year. Too bad. I kind of liked the girl.

Wilhelm: Are you aware of what this means?

Anna: Yes, Wilhelm, I'm perfectly aware, but I see no need to worry about it yet. Six months of mourning, and everyone knows negotiations take eons... There are plenty of women on the market for a crown, no matter how ugly the seller is. I'm not.

Wilhelm: Regardless, you need to be prepared.

Anna: Ha! For what? To get my head chopped off? No, thanks. I've had better success keeping fish alive than that man has with wives.

Wilhelm: I don't think you have much choice in the matter, my dear sister.

Anna: Ah, he won't choose me. Between our reformist sister and your Catholicism, I'm sure I'm far down the list of potential brides. Worst case scenario, you might seek the king's favor in exchange for my hand, but that would mean sacrificing your alliance with the Holy Roman Emperor. You are much too clever to ever come to that. No, I will never marry the king.

3 years later...

Anna: Scheiße.