"No man shall be my master, least of all the fattest and most corrupt of God's representatives!" Henry roared, punding his fist on the table for effect. "He has no say in the politics of England!"
Anne didn't even flinch; these were the words she had wanted to hear for two years, two long, cold, uncertain years. Ever since she had played this mighty king of England for a lovesick fool, nothing could move forward in her quest for the throne unless Henry rid himself of his current wife, Catherine of Aragon. However, Catherine had the whole power of Europe behind her, as well as the power of the Pope and the Catholic Church.
"Yes Henry, he's not your master. Only the holy Lord in heaven is. Why should we have to depend upon a foreign leader for access into paradise?"
"We should not. Damnit Anne, I will have a son to follow me!"
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