I was born to be your rival,' she [Anne] said simply. 'And you mine. We're sisters, aren't we?
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...
There are women that men marry and there are women that men don't, Anne pronouned. And you are the sort of mistress a man doesn't bother to marry. Sons or no sons. Yes, Mary said. I expect your right....
Love overcame reason...I had rather beg my bread with him than to be the greatest queen christened.