It was the year 1538 and I, King Henry VIII I’m 42. I am still married and hate my wife Anne Bolyen. I am on my second wife. I divorced Catherine of Aragon, I needed a son. From my marriage to Catherine I had one child, little princess Helena. I am the King of England, I’m known to be tyrannical but I’m honestly just bored

I have 2 kids, Helena and, Elizabeth. My hatred for my wife Anne came after my Helena, sending her away to some country home, we’ve erased her mother from history... and through all, my little girl remains so sweet and kind and loves her little sister. It hurts to know I wronged my first born girl.. that she hurts because of me and my wife.. and it hurts to know she doesn’t hate me

I am now out hunting with my close advisors, the men I trust with my kingdom. We have been out since 5am and it’s now midday, unknowingly we ended up and my little Helena’s manor.. we came through the back end.. I can see her inside with her ladies… I freeze