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“On Thursday, 29 May 1533, 25 Hen. VIII., the lady Anne marchioness of Pembroke was received at Greenwich, and conveyed to the Tower of London, and thence to Westminster, where she was crowned queen of England. Order was taken by the King and his Council for all the Lords spiritual and temporal to be in the barge before Greenwich at 3 p.m., and give their attendance till the Queen took her barge. <…> At her landing, a long lane was made among the people to the King’s bridge at the entrance of the Tower. She was received on coming out of her barge by Sir Edw. Walsingham, lieutenant of the Tower, and Sir Will. Kinston, constable of the Tower. <…> Somewhat within the Tower she was received by the King, who laid his hands on both her sides, kissing her with great reverence and a joyful countenance, and led her to her chamber, the officers of arms going before. After which every man went to his lodging, except certain noblemen and officers in waiting. The King and Queen went to supper, and “after super ther was sumptuus void.”
31 May. MS. L. f. 1. Coll. of Arms. 563. Anne Boleyn. from Letters and Papers, Foreign and Domestic, Henry VIII: May 1533, 26-31 Pages 234-262
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graven with diamonds | anne boleyn & thomas wyatt
you’ve got me in your pocket, i’ll keep you in my locket
“Youaredestinedforthekindoflegendaryloveyouonlyhearaboutinballads. We don’t need the court or your family or the king. It will just be you and me. Just the two of us. Together. If I asked you to come with me - to give up the admiration of a thousand people for the love of just one - what would you do, Anne?”
“I would…”
Love you.
He looks at me steadily. Doesn’t say a word. Waits a beat.
“I love you. I can’t make things any different from the way they are. All I can do is love you. And you love me,” he says, so quietly my heart lurches forward as if reaching for him. “I know you do.”
Thomas closes the gap between us and kisses me. Hard. His mouth forms lyrics that expose my soul. This kiss is eloquent and alive. This kiss is a song played only once. And forever. It breaks me open. I want this man. I want him so badly I feel like glass on the verge of shattering. I want to kiss him again. To run away with him. - Tarnish, Katherine Longshore
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