The ​Other Boleyn Girl (The Tudor Court 3.) (The Plantagenet and Tudor Novels 9.) 96% 10 csillagozás

„If I were in your shoes it would be the king or nothing for me,” she said. „I'd put my neck on the block for a chance at him.”

Summer 1522

Jane Seymour had chosen her wedding clothes on the day that they executed my sister. I did not even blame her for that. Anne or I, would have done the same thing. When Henry changed his mind he always changed it fast, and it was a wise woman who went with him and did not oppose him. Even more so now that he had divorced one faultless wife and beheaded another. Now he knew his power.

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We’re not private people, we’re the Boleyn girls.

You Boleyns only lose when there is nothing to gain by winning.

“You’re English born and bred, like George and me,” I said flatly. “And I was brought up at the French court just like you. Why do you always have to pretend to be different?”
“Because everyone has to do something.”
“What d’you mean?”
“Every woman has to have something which singles her out, which catches the eye, which makes her the center of attention. I am going to be French.”

Spring 1522

“One little boy, and he a bastard,” Anne said thoughtfully. “One little girl of six, one elderly queen and a king in the prime of his life.” She looked up at the two of us, dragging her gaze away from her own pale face in the water. “What’s going to happen?” she asked. “Something has to happen. What’s it going to be?”

Spring 1522

“You have to keep him coming forward,” she said. “Keep him coming forward but never let him think that you come forward yourself. He wants to feel that he is pursuing you, not that you are entrapping him. When he gives you the choice of coming forward or running away, like then—you must always run away.”
The king turned and smiled at me as George told a stable boy to lead a handsome bay horse from the stall.
“But don’t run too fast,” my sister warned. “Remember he has to catch you.”

Spring 1522