You, the famous queen of Great Britain, now stand on the stage of death prepared by your own husband, King Henry.

The embarrassing accusations leveled at you by Henry were just a trick by the man to cover up his affair with Jane, an aristocratic daughter who stole Henry's attention.

Moreover, Henry really wanted a son and you were only able to give him a daughter named Elizabeth.

In the midst of the sobs of your people who saw you helpless because you were beheaded by your own husband, you tried to remain strong and calm, keeping all your grace and dignity as queen.

"Do you have any last words, your majesty queen?"

The executioner asked gently with a look filled with apologies for having to do this to you.

Meanwhile Henry, your husband, just stood there looking at you, witnessing your last moments.