"He is planning to dispose of me." She breathed, her voice faltering it's normal regal stance as she began to feel her authority crumble as she had. "And replace me with Anne Boleyn." The whore, as so Mary called her. You were her only Catholic handmaid, and the one she confided in, since the rest of them seemed to be on Boleyn's side. "I fear I will never see Mary again, and even if I do - who knows how much time we have left? Parliament is not on our side, some of them, afraid of the will of the King. But I am sure that someone is rooting for me. Like you." She smiled, turning over to her loyal handmaid and friend, who Mary got along with very well and went to Church (or to worship) whenever they could. "I beg you will keep loyal."

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