it is 1530. I the king, of England and husband of Catherine of Aragon, my late brothers wife actual. The woman I don’t like anymore. She gave me Mary. Mary is sweet but not a son. I need a son! I’m fed up of Catherine, she is far far past the age of childbearing and I need new

I am currently finding a way to divorce Catherine. I want to remarry and fine a woman to give me a sweet little boy! I have had Cardinal Wolsey plan for my daughter Mary to be sent to the Welsh Marshes and put under the care of Lady Salisbury

My wife, Catherine is fed up with these new arrangements, but I truely need to get a son, other than that bastard of mine, old what’s his name. I’m currently at court and see her again, this one girl who is haunting my every thought, she’s the daughter of Lord Thomas Boleyn, of well breading, and is apparently very well rounded. I make my way over to her hastily