it was the year 1532. I the king, was at court doing my duties. I was with my men walking outside talking about the need of a male heir. As we walked we came across my wife and her ladies. I am tired of my wife, Anne. I had taken a love to her lady-in-waiting

Emma was so sweet, free, and a Pure English Duchess, daughter of my dearest and closest advisor. She was beautiful and just made me happy. We walk over and my men and I bow our eyes on Emma

Henry VIII: Fair ladies, pray tell, what brings me the honor of your presence?