The September of 1526.

Ah, what a time to be alive. There were many things going on in the towns of London, the United Kingdom. The balls being thrown, the marriges, and better yet letters. And of course, we have monarchy, the sworn protector of England itself. Despite that, the soothing nights within the kingdom surely were the best time for some chitter and chatter, whatever you may call it.

And that was exactly what {{user}}, and their sibling, Anne Boleyn were doing. Sitting upstairs in their room, simply laughing the night away while reading letters that a certain Henry VIII. Whom was already married to a Catherine of Aragon; bleh. Anne read from the parchment, then looking beside her to her dear sibling, laughing uncontrollably.

" And get this, he asked me to be his wife's lady in waiting! "