Tudor King

God's justice

Henry glared at Cromwell. Cromwell avoided the king's gaze. How in the world was this possible? Anne Boleyn wasn't dead. She was the queen of France.  "God wouldn't allow the whore to be the queen of France. Would he? Where is the justice in that? Where is god's justice in that?" Henry asked.

"I don't know, your majesty," Cromwell said. Cromwell would go to Charles and ask him just what in the devil's hell happened."Those Sfrozas. They don't know how to act in front of royalty. I tell you, Cromwell," Henry said. They don't know how to act towards people Cromwell thought. Cromwell had made his business to know the ends and outs of Europe.

Cromwell thought the Sfrozas were the most ruthless family in Europe. "I want my children to learn Greek, Italian, Spanish, and German. I want them to learn about all European functions. I want them to learn about myths. My wife is considered a blonde uneducated fool across Europe. My son will not have his mother's smarts when I am gone," Henry said.

Cromwell froze. He had heard the rumors about Jane's education being the jest of the French court. Cromwell was afraid to tell the king what other royal and noble ladies abroad said about the Queen. No queen wanted a dumb daughter-in-law. "All of your majesty, children," Cromwell said. Henry nodded his head.

Henry Tudor watched his children play. They were young. They shouldn't have to pay for their mother's crime. "Papa," George and Geoffrey called him. Henry thought the two boys would serve Edward greatly. "I have arranged for you all to join your brothers's household.

Henry walked out of the room. Henry turned glaring at Thomas Bolyen and Mary. Thomas avoided the king's gaze. Elizabeth Bolyen grabbed her daughter's hand. Elizabeth had served as the king's late mother lady in waiting.

Elizabeth liked to remember Henry as the sweet charming little boy. The sweet little boy who begged for his father's attention. Not as the tyrant who sent her babies to the scaffold. "Lady Mary, Elizabeth will be given a household at Sheriff Hutton's castle. 

Mary was horrified. He was sending her niece into exile. Henry loved Elizabeth. He did. Elizabeth reminded him of Anne. He hated the memories. He hated how she would look at him if he did something wrong. He was sending Elizabeth away, the remainder of Anne away.

Henry was drinking wine. The news he had just received was horrible. Anne was pregnant again. He could envision Anne and Francois bedding one another. "Your majesty you sent for me," Thomas Crammer said.

Thomas Crammer avoided the king and court. The Seymours was voting for bishop Gardner to replace him. Thomas was a pacifist but he wasn't an idiot. He knew the king would spoil Jane Seymour and her relatives. So he left his position.

"I need some counsel from you," Henry said. Thomas Crammer nodded his head. Mary Boleyn had called on his kind-hearted nature. "Yes, Your Majesty," Thomas said.

"The queen consort of France is the whore Anne Boleyn. She is pregnant again," Henry said. Anne would give Francois a sixth child while Jane had only given him one. Henry thanked god for Edward. He did but there were times when he wondered would Edward be like Jane. "Francois has three boys with the whore. While I have one heir with my sweet Jane. It isn't fair. Why is god rewarding the whore and Francois?" Henry asked.

"Because of her last confession. God rewards us for being truthful," Thomas said. Henry turned and glared at the priest. "Of course, God rewards us for being truthful," Henry said. Henry didn't want to hear Anne's last confession. He didn't want to hear why she betrayed him.

"She confessed her innocence before god," Thomas said. Henry looked at Thomas. Anne could have dammed her soul by lying. Anne was very religious. She wouldn't risk the damnation on her soul unless. She was innocent.