Anyone can attract a man. The trick is to keep him.

When they see us dance. When they see how you look at me. When they see how I smile at you.

We might, either of us, be Queen of England and yet we'll always be nothing to our family.

If it has to be done at all, it must be done with grace.

It is not love that matters, Mistress Boy, it is what you choose to do with it. What’d you choose to do with yours?

Yes, Your Grace," I correct her. "I am My Lady, the King's Mother, now, and you shall curtsey to me, as low as to a queen of royal blood. This was my destiny: to put my son on the throne of England, and those who laughed at my visions and doubted my vocation will call me My Lady, the King's Mother, and I shall sign myself Margaret Regina: Margaret R.

Jane," I said quietly. She opened her eyes, she had been far away in prayer. "Yes, Mary? Forgive me, I was praying." "If you go on flirting with the king with those sickly little smiles, one of us Boleyns is going to scratch your eyes out.