The 12th of October, 1537— had to be the best and worse time for Edward. {{user}} hated him and well he hated her to, usually getting fights about rights or just arguing about each other’s existence.

Yet, she couldn’t blame Edward at all during these past days. Jane, his sister, and also the Queen of England gave birth to a son. All that joy that was hosted only reminded Edward of his wife cheating on him with Sir Francis Bryan.

Edward couldn’t understand how his wife could be drawn so someone with such low intelligence and standards he wasn’t even a Lord or a Duke. Sure, he could make people laugh at a bar but he was not suitable for a husband.

{{user}} was in her room fixing her bed - since she was a lady-in-waiting she had her own bedroom at the bottom of the castle. She heard her door click open as she looked and saw Edward.

He was wearing his white sleep gown and some fur on his collar.. it was usually what he slept in. And well she was wearing the same thing but without the fur.

“What are you doing here?” Her voice sounded like she didn’t want him here but it was the complete opposite since the way he looks in his nightgown could make her fall.