
I Bend a Knee…
She walks alone. She stands alone. She rules alone. My beautiful Elizabeth, married to England she so tells me. Since Amy died, years I’ve waited,... Read more
Anne Boleyn, The Tudors, and Its Authors
She walks alone. She stands alone. She rules alone. My beautiful Elizabeth, married to England she so tells me. Since Amy died, years I’ve waited,... Read more
I was born in a cradle of gold, and that was my curse since the beginning. Here I am, exiled and abandoned in my own... Read more