Fatal Throne: The Wives of Henry VIII Tell All

by Candace Fleming

think I understand it perfectly, Your Highness,” she said. “Two weeks of men striding about, wagging their long poles in front of them, hoping someone notices. What else is men’s business ever about?”

Being granted time when you are prepared to die is not a blessing. The

For if given the choice, people will believe the worst of you, not the best.”

I submit. I have no choice. In anything, it seems. Ever. What woman does?

I hope one day we’ll make up. The hard part about that is, both people have to be of the mind to make up at the same time, and it doesn’t always happen that way.

I realize then that in a way, it’s not really about me. It’s about men wanting to be as close to the King as they can, men wanting power. To them, I’m like a piece on a game board, to be moved as it suits them.