#sweetbitterbitten: Anne

[alwaysaqueene]

@sweetbitterbitten // unplotted starter for Lady Anne Boleyn & Prince Alastair

May 1526 — Competing against Henry’s Affections

Prince Alastair looked down at the woman he’d been dancing with, finding her extraordinarily beautiful and interesting. They’d found each other sharing knowing the French language, along with English, but picking the first language as for privacy. “Ignore that old man, please Lady Anne,” he pleaded, despite barely knowing the auburn haired woman.

“It’d be safer if you came to the court of Lunaruz with me when I’m done on my diplomatic mission here,” he explained to her in a whispered tone as he searched her eyes. “He is married and cannot promise you anything because of that. I am the prince of a massive kingdom, my eldest sister’s heir, and can offer you fidelity and loyalty,” he swore.

To say Prince Alastair was a romantic would be a vast understatement. The two were close in age, he’d discovered, both being in their early-to-mid twenties at this point. He was a dashing young man, resembling a young Henry if anyone were to be honest, but was certainly not related to the King of England and Ireland, fortunately.

[sxcondqueen]

@sweetbitterbitten liked for a starter — Jane Seymour

Anne turned at the the sound of laughter and saw one Lady Jane Seymour. Henry's newest paramour. It filled her with jealousy. Henry's eyes wandered, that much was true. After all he had been unfaithful to the Dowager Princess when they had in their pretended marriage for 24 years. And he had gone to other women when she had been pregnant with Elizabeth and while she recovered. As well as her other pregnancies. But something about Jane just made her so angry.

She was Henry's true wife. Her, Anne! She had fought beside him to get rid of Katharine and to make it so that Henry to do what he pleased within his own realm when it came to the Church. No other person held as much power to aid her husband as she did! And yet here was Jane. Some little thing, not very pretty. Just blonde.

"Lady Seymour," she said coolly, "what brings you in so late? I called for your presence two hours before supper."

[neroengland]

@sweetbitterbitten sent : crimson, a starter in which one or both muses are angry. – for anne boleyn.

‘Anne, you test my patience with your demands’.  Standing in the Queen’s presence chamber, with his hardened-gaze riveted to the window and the pleasing stretch of swollen gardens beyond, Henry avoids Anne’s gaze. Were she to peer into the depths of his narrowed eyes, she would see the fury that stoked within – the impatience, the terse uncertainty that God had delivered him out of one unlawful marriage into another. As one bejeweled hand strokes the beard at his chin, another holds fast to the sword at his waist. ‘I cannot command the people to adore you anymore than I can command your belly to conceive an heir’.  Grumbling beneath his breath, the King uttered: ‘were it God’s will, England would have a son and Elizabeth would have France. But I see now God will not grant me that no matter what I do’. 

[withinycu]

@sweetbitterbitten is in the fire ! {anne boleyn}

<<You speak English?>> Geoffrey asked only to pause. Yes, he remembered now, the Bullen sisters had been sent here to the French court. <<Forgive me are you Mary or Anne? I am afraid I have been too long from court tending to my lands in Brittany.>>

His accent was a strange mix of the Occitan and Norman French spoken by his mother and father dragged through the Breton of Brittany. His history was in his voice. But there was nothing of England in his speech even if he was the forgotten and ignored prince of that country. England had no use for him so he had no use of English or England.

[luminescenc1e]

The carriage was prompted onto what seemed to be a pile of rocks, as others tried their best to fix the wheel that had come undone. Paris was close enough for almost, a few more hours and they would be greeted by the familiar stench and ruckus of the Parisian cobblestone streets. The journey had been treacherous and their lives were almost always in peril.

Porthos had obviously enjoyed every step of the way, but now only Athos remained as the others had gone ahead to make sure that the road was safe and their final stretch of the way would be possible. “ Madame, vous allez bien ? Avez-vous besoin de quelque chose ? ” {Madam, are you alright? Do you need anything?}

He had seen the girl before, usually close to the King himself and the other courtiers. She had accomplished a lot for herself, and what they had done, regardless of the fact that it had been under the orders of the King. Would be a cause for war. It wasn’t like this would be anything new, for the past thousand years England and France were always at each other’s throats, and she had not deserved to lose her head, regardless of the fact that so many innocent will, eventually. “ We are close to Paris, only a few more hours until we are there. ”

@sweetbitterbitten liked for a short starter / accepting!

[officerwaltons]

Henry does, in fact, begrudgingly give the Boleyn woman her due; she is honest. There can be no misconstruing of her intentions, nor of her goals. Henry knows she’d like to be Queen- has herself steeled to do it, even. He also understands that he remains the king’s only legitimate son. Anne Boleyn, for all the wiles she possesses, would be a fool to discount him his station.

And yet, it is the prince himself who finds he cannot discount her station. True, she is not high-ranking by birth; merely the second daughter of country gentry. However, she has such sway with his father. Henry is rather confident that if she so desired, Anne could well convince his father to send him from court with the promise of a second born, wholly English son.

“Clever, my lady,” Henry allows. “Any maiden of my choosing would need my father’s approval,” Henry answers. He pauses, before adding, with somewhat of a friendlier smile. “But then, you must know so already.”

“Let me help you with your armor. It appears loose.” - soon to be stepmother anne boleyn for Henry tudor

HENRY STIFFENS AT Anne’s approach. He knows he must be polite. This joust is sponsored by his father the King, and he will surely be watching Henry’s every action. Henry knows he must be at minimum cordial, if not necessarily loving. The young man bows his head to the lady’s approach.

“I thank you for your care of my safety,” Henry says coolly. He stands stiffly, though he bends at the neck to allow her to tighten the plates. “Who carries your favor, my lady?”

[melpomeneprose]

// Disclaimer: not saying anyone involved in this (especially those pictured) are heroes or villains, they were all of their times as complicated historical figures tend to be. but, TLDR version: A.nne B.oleyn actually had remarkable self-restraint despite being the most skilled flirt in H.enry V.III's court, if H.enry V.III loved anyone it was C.atherine "K.atalina" of A.ragon, if A.nne B.oleyn loved anyone it was H.enry P.ercy, K.atalina deserved better, B.oleyn was complicit in her own ruin (to an extent) and but her and H.enry was also a deeply toxic relationship and more like a "situation ship". People in general need to stop defining historical (and present) women by their attachments to men. A.nne B.oleyn's biggest achievement was actually her impact on P.rotestant reforms. @joyfulmagic, @threecardtrick, @nauticql and @sweetbitterbitten <3

// also, books you should read (in chronological order of the events that happen in them)...

[threecardtrick]

❛ they die for love, you kill for it. ❜ Anne Boleyn from sweetbitterbitten

"so then who is the t r u e romantic?"

[joyfulmagic]

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@sweetbitterbitten

Send ✏ (or "PENCIL") for mun to write about a muse they thought about trying to roleplay or one they are already roleplaying outside Tumblr RPC.

Asking me this like I don’t just add everyone I want to write 😂

Here’s some historical figures / eras & FCs I’d wanna use for an OC from that era:

Queen Charlotte from her young years (Brid.gerton)

Cleopatra VII

Jane Seymour

Anne Boleyn

Juana I of Castile

[madeinhistory-archived]

kiss + 10 - little kitty howard to anne of cleves

a kiss on the cheek // @sweetbitterbitten

 She was so young. Barely a woman and now she was queen. Still, she seemed happy, and if she was happy Anne was happy. She hoped at least her marriage to the king would be a happy one. Kitty Howard deserved that at least.

 She gave her a smile, clasping her hand in hers and leaning over to kiss her cheek.

 “I would be most happy if the two of us could be friends, Your Majesty.”

[alwaysaqueene]

@sweetbitterbitten // Queen Anne & Queen Relta — Tudor Era x Phoenix Queen Verses —> Early 1534

“It is an honor to meet you, Your Highness,” Queen Relta curtsied to the other Queen, even if Anne was only Queen Consort. “Congratulations on your daughter. It is wonderful to know that England’s new queen is also a mother,” she offered, having gifts being held by servants for both the monarchs and their new daughter, along with smaller gifts for Lady Mary as Relta wished to be respectful.

“You are seen as a revolutionary in my country. Being the face of religious change in your country,” she told both Henry and Anne, Henry beaming proudly at the red headed Queen praising them. “I wish to speak with my people on my return home to learn what they wish to change legally that is inspired by your actions,” she added, her smile genuine yet her eyes showed she was calculating her words.

[sxcondqueen]

@sweetbitterbitten liked for a starter — lady bertilak

Christmas was drawing closer and closer in 1534, Queen Anne was visibly pregnant. She was happy. She had had her first child a year already, the Princess Elizabeth. And now she was pregnant again. Her second pregnancy showing far more quickly than her first had. She had heard from her mother that second and third pregnancies usually showed far more early than the first.

"My Lady Bertilak," she chirped, happily sitting in her chair, "would like to play some cards? It is a joyful time to be merry."

[neroengland]

@sweetbitterbitten requested : (command) - for your muse to give my muse an order or instruction, which may or may not be followed – katherine howard.

The throb in the King’s leg had sharpened as winter’s biting chill descended over Hampton Court. With the Queen at his side, her amber-head bent over some little game with her ladies, Henry’s serene smile faltered into a sombre scowl – the diseased pulse in his calf consuming his thoughts in a crazed frenzy of pain. But just as her cousin Anne, Katherine was encrusted in jewels, in French fashions, surrounded by twittering women that made his head ache. And she was, Henry hoped, none the wiser to her husband's mortal agony.

God’s blood, how could such an exquisite creature as she love a man, a King, such as he? He yearned for solitude, as he frequently did – far too often of late – and the quiet warmth of his chambers; his jesters and fools attempting to divert attention from the agony pulsating around the ulcer in his flesh with fair pastimes. As another surge of pain thrummed in his leg, the King clenched the arms of his velvet chair, his fingertips whitened, ensuring young Katherine remained unaware of his torment.

Raising his graveled voice, now twinged with pain, Henry suggested, ‘sweetheart, are you not tired of being inside? Ought you not savour the fine weather while it lasts?’  His eyes slid to the window, already encased in frost. ‘Go, I will call on you tomorrow, as I feel it’.  If she did not go – and soon – his dwindling patience might compel him to swiftly set her aside through less gracious means.

[deficd]

Send 💬  for me to make you a starter... for Gyda Ragnarsdottir! || @sweetbitterbitten​​ - For Anne Boleyn!

     "I just want a nice, easy life. What's wrong with that?"

[sufflk]

𝐀 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐔𝐏 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄.  -  @sweetbitterbitten​ sent 💔 and got 12 - a goodbye kiss.

“ -- my lady --  a pleasure to see you, as always.” 

charles had heard rumors that anne of cleves would be attending court for the christmas holidays, but he’d thought to have come and gone before she’d arrived. his health is not what it had once been, despite his attempts at ignoring them, and so brigitte has insisted on their return to westhorpe. charles thinks that, with the way she is talking, perhaps he may not be returning to court. 

and so it is good to see the lady anne; despite her short-lived time at court, charles is rather fond of her. she had always been kind, and he remembers well when he’d first taught her how to play piquet.

they speak for a few moments outside the hall, but when she moves to go in, charles shakes his head, a regretful look on his face. “i am going back home -- for as much as i hate to admit it, i believe that i may be getting too old for this sort of thing.” there’s a rueful smile on his face, but she understands, and takes his hands in hers.

he leans in, kissing her first on one cheek and then on the other. “it was very good to see you.” he bows his head, watching as she is escorted in to the hall. the door closes behind her, the cheerful violin music fading, and charles sighs. 

as much as he will not miss the politics of court... it feels strange watching a part of his life simply... shut, like the heavy hall doors, dimming the music within. he’s not quite sure if there is still music to play anymore -- if there is, it would be the soft sound of one lute, playing in an empty hall. if he listens closely, he thinks he can hear the sound of the strings fraying.

[melpomeneprose]

and you get a playlist and an edit and you also get one! @joyfulmagic, @nauticql, @sweetbitterbitten / @threecardtrick and she did it to me (affectionate) and so I’m ‘returning the favour’ @curseconsumed, playlists are based on their characterization in SIX, yes I have all six of them, these are just the ones I don’t write, if you’re wondering why it’s cause Aragorn’s records are so abundant spinning tales is hard, Seymour suffers the opposite problem, I love them all ~ “competition upholds male centric storytelling and also patriarchy, yeah I read.” — Anne Boleyn, SIX, paraphrased

Exposing myself as a solidly 2000’s kid but: 🤷‍♀️