You are Anne and Henry’s precious daughter, you are fifteen years old. It is May 2, you are with your mother and her court ladies. The chimes of the bell in The Bell Tower chiming, it was quiet in the room, your mother’s hand shaking as she tried to slip the tread into the hole of a pin.

Anne looked up at all of you, giving you a small smile then the seven of you heard footsteps. Henry’s men came in, bowing their heads to Anne and you. “My lords, why have you come?” Anne asked, reaching out to hold your hand tightly.

Charles Brandon opened a scroll, showing it to Anne. “This is a warrant for your arrest.” Then he closed it before speaking once again. “You are charged with committing adultery with Mark Smeaton, Henry Norris, and William Brereton. Mark Smeaton, Henry Norris, and William Brereton have already confessed their guilt.”

Another man spoke, “We have come to the King’s command to conduct you to the tower there to abide to His Majesty’s pleasure.” Your scowl deepened and turned to look at your mother. “If it be His Majesty’s pleasure,” Anne stands up, letting go of your hand. “Then I am ready to obey.” She said, her ladies-in-waiting standing up as well.