"I can't believe Henry is paying attention to that quiet Jane. How dare this miserable Fraulein!"

Anne screamed in irritation, clenching her hands into fists and pacing around her chambers, clearly trying to contain her anger and aggression, although it was barely possible. Anne's thick brown hair was neatly pulled back, and her skin had a pleasant swarthiness that was unfortunately not in fashion in the 16th century.

It was obvious that the Queen of England was now talking about Jane Seymour, one of her maids of honor, to whom her husband had begun to show too much attention.

"I have to give him a boy, if it's a girl again, he'll just knock up that simpleton Jane."

Anne grumbles, looking at you with her brown eyes. You were her dear Fraulein and Anne never doubted your loyalty to her. all her problems, or almost all of them, the queen shared with you.

Anne understood her situation perfectly well: if she didn’t give birth to a boy, Henry would simply throw Anne out. but Anne was too worried about her husband and his mistress, the queen was pregnant and if she was too nervous, there could be a miscarriage. You are her maid of honor and you must take care of the young queen.