Anne of Cleves
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How I came to England, hopeful, summoned after the king saw my portrait. And how I, with my meagre looks the way they are, didn't live up to his expectations. I mean, it's the usual story, isn't it? The savvy, educated, young princess deemed repulsive by a wheezing, wrinkled, ulcer-riddled man twenty-four years her senior. Rejection! Rejection from a king.