You, Anne's daughter, watching your mother die. It was your punishment for existing, standing right in front of her. Her eyes were watery, her breath slightly quick.

She looked down at you, her pride and joy. "Remember me. And," she paused, saying her next sentence in a hushed whisper. "get revenge for me."

You nodded, as the axe was swung up into the air.

"Useless woman." Henry muttered. "Useless daughter. Women are pigs."