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My darling daughter, my Anne
Topic Started: Jan 7 2012, 10:24 AM (133 Views)
Thomas Boleyn
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Early January 1213

Thomas Boleyn did not trust in many things. He found his son fickle. He found his daughter Mary easily conquered. However, he found in his daughter Anne everything which the other two did not possess. She was intelligent and cunning, beautiful and gracefully yielding. There was not a jewel he was more proud of than his Anne. She was like a man completely hidden within a woman's body and without a man's insistent autonomy. Yet she did it all while retaining her distinct womanhood. A father like Thomas could not ask for more.

Despite that, Thomas did not hesitate to think that Anne was in need of his reminders and guidance. He had spied her a bit too much in the company of Henry Percy. While Boleyn did not think the boy could be disgraced forever, he had other more lofty ideas for Anne; the Percy boy, if he once again became Northumberland, would have to be a back-up plan perhaps.

So, Thomas had sent word that he wished to speak with his daughter and asked her to come to him. He waited for her whilst reading and pacing, holding a chalice of wine close to his dark green doublet, brimming in what was obviously the Boleyn money.

He would wish to give Anne a gift separate from his other children as well, because he knew well enough what might breed discord among the siblings while he wished them to always stand as one; as it was, he was certain the other two knew of his favouritism toward Anne.

As soon as his usher announced her and he lifted his penetrating eyes from his book, they widened and softened with happiness and pride. Immediately he reached his hand out to her and said, "My darling, Anne," his eyes going over every polished and poised piece of her from her hair to her fine dress.
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Anne Boleyn
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Every time Anne’s father or uncle called for her, a shiver of fear always rattled her. It had decreased since her childhood, for she was quite conscious of what she could or could not have done to solicit anger from the two men in her life who controlled her own well-being and future. It was not different today, and while Anne usually shrugged such a thing off, the raven-haired woman knew there’d be more to be worried on than not recently. Her words and game of primavista with Henry Percy would not be overlooked. Her family did not leave anything to chance. Even so, Anne knew she could be worried of something entirely different from what her father wished to speak to her on. And so she prepared herself and made for her father’s apartments.

Thomas Boleyn deserved as much primping as Anne would do to meet her uncle, and so she dressed carefully in a rich brown gown that contrasted quite well with her raven-hair. She wore her favorite piece of jewelry, the Boleyn “B” choker that dripped pearls, and Anne was especially careful in pinning back her hair. Hands clasped in front of her at the part where her bodice joined her skirt, Anne entered her father’s apartments with nary a word to his usher. She was Anne Boleyn, she did not need to make small-chat with her father’s servants.

One of Anne’s customary smiles greeted her father as she curtsied. How proud she felt whenever he spoke to her that way! She could feel the warmth of his own feelings toward her, and she could not help but give him a grin. Her curtsy was not held that long, for Anne accepted her father’s hand and rosed. “My dear father.” The woman replied, still smiling. “I hope you are well?” As if Thomas Boleyn could ever be anything other! “It has been awful to not see you as often as I might like as of late.”
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