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.

We're going' Anne said firmly. So soon?' Percy pleaded. 'But stars come out at night.' Then they fade at dawn', Anne replied. 'This star needs to veil herself in darkness.

But young hearts mend easily, and hearts that own half of England have something better to do than to beat faster for love.

I felt as if we were fighting something worse than Anne, some demon that possessed her, that possessed all of us Boleyns: ambition - the devil that had brought us to this little room and brought my sister to this insane distress and us to this savage battle.

He had taken George, my beloved George, from me. And he had taken my other self: Anne.

She was like a mother to me...and I betrayed as a daughter will betray her mother and yet, never stop loving her.

He may well speak French and Latin and half a dozen languages, but since he has nothing to say – what good are they?