The King At The Edge Of The World


Arthur Phillips, Random House, 2020

Guest post by writer extraordinaire, Terence Hawkins

Arthur Phillips is an exceptionally sly writer.  His celebrated debut novel, Prague, is set in Budapest.  The joke is that all its characters, late-eighties expats, long to get out of Hungary and to the Czech capital, where the post-Soviet good times roll.

Though the same whimsy colors aspects of his latest book, The King at the Edge of the World, its tone and subject are darker.  It opens in 1591.  A Turkish doctor, the sweet-tempered and essentially innocent Mahmoud Ezzedine, has been tricked into joining an Ottoman embassy to London by a court functionary with designs on his wife.  After he saves an English courtier from a seizure in Elizabeth’s presence, he is given to the Queen as a present when the embassy departs, leaving him the only Muslim in Britain.    Miserable years at court are followed by even deeper agony in the wilds of Cumberland, where he has been assigned as physician-in-residence to the epileptic noble.  ButEa things get shockingly worse.  In 1601 he is recalled from exile by Sir Robert Cecil’s espionage service.   It tasks him  with resolving the question critical to the inheritance of the childless and dying Elizabeth’s throne: Is James VI of Scotland a true Protestant or a closet Catholic?  If the latter, he cannot be permitted to succeed her.

Thus poor Mahmoud finds himself in Edinburgh, the only place on Earth more dismal for him than Northern England.  Eager to finish his mission and cash in the return to Constantinople Cecil has dangled, he hits on a stratagem: only on his deathbed will a man tell the truth about his soul.  How he gets James to his, and plucks him back, would be telling too much.  Let’s just say that the Scots King’s regrettable hygiene is involved. But the resolution is far more clever than Prague’s switcheroo.

On the way to it, Phillips convincingly portrays England’s true place in the world of 1600: pretty much nowhere.  Mahmoud longs for the warmth and vibrancy of Constantinople, its colors brighter and smells sweeter than the “diseased air and gruesome streets” of Elizabethan London.  He finds the courtiers effeminate and asks whether they are eunuchs.  Most powerfully conveyed is a sense of the island’s insignificance; the Ottomans are the powerhouse of the Mediterranean, who would less than a hundred years later reach Vienna, while England was the last stop before a boundless freezing ocean.  There are, of course, bright spots—Mahmoud’s friendship with Tudor magus John Dee, for example—but by and large the image is of Britain as a backward place.

The plot is tight and the prose lush without excesses.  Read this for a view of Elizabeth’s England through very different eyes.

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Marbeck and the Double Dealer

England, 1600.

In the twilight years of Queen Elizabeth’s reign the nation is at war on two fronts, and fears of a Spanish invasion are never far away.

In this febrile atmosphere, spymaster Robert Cecil calls in Martin Marbeck – his best, if most undisciplined intelligencer – to unmask a double agent who is feeding secrets to the enemy. Marbeck has been under a cloud since a failed mission in Flanders, and is eager to be on the trail.

But the traitor – codename Mulberry – proves maddeningly elusive. Soon Marbeck must leave England for France and venture into the lion’s den, following a tortuous path that winds back to London. With the help of his fellow-agent, the unruly Joseph Gifford, a trap is laid to ensnare Mulberry – with deadly and unforeseen results.

The spy network has been compromised, which means all intelligence reports could be suspect, and the nation is in grave danger. Marbeck must use all his skills to confront the secret forces of the mighty Spanish empire, which pits him against the cleverest and most ruthless opponent he has ever faced.  [ENDS]

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John Pilkington

Having given up trying to become a rock star after playing guitar in various bands, John Pilkington turned to writing and found his true vocation. His first works were radio plays, followed by stage plays and scripts for BBC television. But his venture into historical fiction proved crucial, and it continues to be his lifelong passion. He has published more than twenty books including seven in the Elizabethan-era Thomas the Falconer Mysteries series (now republished by Sharpe Books), four in the Marbeck spy series (Severn House) and two in a Restoration-era series featuring actress-turned-sleuth Betsy Brand (Joffe Books). His last series was the Justice Belstrang trilogy (Sharpe), set in the years 1616-1618. The Marbeck series is also republished in omnibus edition by Sharpe as Blade of Albion. 

Born in the north-west of England, he now lives in a quiet village on a tidal estuary in Devon with his partner Lisa, and has a son who is a musician and psychologist. When not at his desk he may be found walking by the river, doing a little carpentry, watching rugby or listening to music – and reading, of course. He is currently sifting ideas for his next project.  



Steve Veerapen, Writing, Scotland and Tudor History

Please welcome Steve Veerapen to All Things Tudor. Like most great relationships, we met on Twitter. He is from Glasgow, my husband’s home town, and it has been wonderful working with him. Recently, he took a few minutes to share insight into his fascinating career as a writer and historian.

What prompted you to choose to write about Mary Queen of Scots & Lord Darnley in your first book?

In my case, I was following the old strategy of ‘write what you know’. I’d been researching and teaching this period for years and it seemed fertile ground for trying fiction. Once I knew I wanted to write about Mary Queen of Scots and Lord Darnley, the choice of characters dictated the period.

What is your approach to researching your novels? Has the process changed over the years?

A great question! My approach is generally to start with a setting or event and then narrow research down to books and articles which cover those days, weeks, or months in depth. I try to also dip into research material which covers lifestyles in the period more generally. I’ve always tried to approach researching fiction in the same way I approach nonfiction (though I can get away with more in the former!). Academic study really teaches you to narrow in when researching.

Which other historical novelists do you admire?

There are loads. My friend Marie Macpherson (who has worked wonders in bringing John Knox to life), E C Fremantle, Paul Walker, John Pilkington, Patricia Finney, Anna Castle. And of course my favourite author, Daphne du Maurier, was no mean historical novelist.

When first sketching out an idea for a novel, which comes first – the protagonist, plot or history?

Protagonist and broad plot usually come had in hand (sometimes one or the other skipping ahead) and history last. Once I know what’s going to happen and to whom, I fit it into specific historical contexts.

Do you have a daily routine as a writer?

I don’t have a daily routine per se, but when I have a book on the go, I tend to write every day for a few hours. Each book seems to bring its own routine!

If you could choose to meet any historical figure from your period, who would it be and why?

I think it would have to be Mary Queen of Scots. I’d love to find out exactly what she knew of her husband’s murder (and what she really looked like – for the same reason, I’d love to get a glimpse of Anne Boleyn!).

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About Steven Veerapen

Steven Veerapen was born in Glasgow and raised in Paisley. Pursuing an interest in the sixteenth century, he was awarded a first-class Honours degree in English, focussing his dissertation on representations of Henry VIII’s six wives. He then received a Masters in Renaissance studies, and a Ph.D. investigating Elizabethan slander.

He writes historical fiction set in the early modern period, covering the reigns of Henry VIII, Elizabeth I, and James VI and I; additionally, he has written nonfiction studies of Mary Queen of Scots’ relationship with her brother; Elizabeth I and her last favourite, the Earl of Essex; and an academic study of slander and sedition in the reign of Elizabeth.

He has also published a variety of academic articles in literary and historical journals and magazines and teaches English literature at the University of Strathclyde. Steven remains fascinated by the glamour and ghastliness of life in the 1500s and 1600s, and has a penchant for myths, mysteries and murders in an age in which the law was as slippery as those who defied it.

Steven’s latest work is The Queen’s Gold: A Christopher Marlowe Spy Thriller

England, 1585.

The Sparrowhawk, one of Drake’s lost treasure ships, is found wrecked in Devon. Rumours spread through England of its booty, including a mysterious treasure: El Sol Dorado.

Thomas Lewgar, the resentful roommate of aspiring playwright Christopher Marlowe, hears of the rumours. He discovers, too, that the boastful Marlowe is engaged in a web of espionage.

Intrigued and repelled by the irreverent Marlowe, Lewgar joins the poet in seeking the lost treasure. If they can find it, they will be richly rewarded by queen and court.

But they are not the only ones hunting the prize.

A crooked courtier, Henry Howton, has also heard the rumours. In the secret employ of the Spanish, he hopes to find the treasure himself – and he will stop at nothing to get his hands on it.

Racing their Spanish-backed enemy and his dangerous associates, Lewgar and Marlowe must discover the strange history of the ghostly wreck. Their journey will lead them into the rotting carcass of the Sparrowhawk, into the presence of sea-dogs Francis Drake and Walter Raleigh, and through the ravaged home of spiritualist Dr John Dee.

Betrayal, falsehood, and deceit lie in wait.

Can they discover the lost treasure and unravel the mystery of El Sol Dorada before the Spanish?

Praise for Steven Veerapen:

A Dangerous Trade

‘A slow-burn character driven spy story that grips like a thumbscrew tightened by twist after twist towards the end – Le Carre transported to the 1560’s. Brilliant work, based in impressively wide research and the kind of competition that I and a good number of others could well do without!’ Peter Tonkin, author of The Ides

The Abbey Close (Book One of the Simon Danforth Mysteries)

‘The author balances gimlet-eyed research with narrative drive and clever reveals… Danforth is a strong yet torn central character… I look forward to reading the second book in the series.’ Richard Foreman, author of The First Crusade series

Blood Feud: Mary Queen of Scots and The Earl of Moray

‘Much-needed analysis of a sinister sibling rivalry.’ Marie Macpherson

Elizabeth and Essex: Power, Passion and Politics

‘A sensitive and lively account of one of the most politically significant relationships of the Elizabethan age.’ Lisa Hopkins


‘Both a crime and spy thriller.’ Richard Foreman, author of The First Crusade series

‘From its tense beginning to satisfying end, Steven Veerapen skilfully weaves historical fact into a gripping tale, making a superb contribution to 17th century fiction.’ John Pilkington, author of The Ruffler’s Child

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The Usurper King

The Plantagenet Legacy Book 3

by Mercedes Rochelle

Publisher: Sergeant Press

Page Length: 308 Pages


From Outlaw to Usurper, Henry Bolingbroke fought one rebellion after another.

First, he led his own uprising. Gathering support the day he returned from exile, Henry marched across the country and vanquished the forsaken Richard II. Little did he realize that his problems were only just beginning. How does a usurper prove his legitimacy? What to do with the deposed king? Only three months after he took the crown, Henry IV had to face a rebellion led by Richard’s disgruntled favorites. Worse yet, he was harassed by rumors of Richard’s return to claim the throne. His own supporters were turning against him. How to control the overweening Percies, who were already demanding more than he could give? What to do with the rebellious Welsh? After only three years, the horrific Battle of Shrewsbury nearly cost him the throne—and his life. It didn’t take long for Henry to discover that that having the kingship was much less rewarding than striving for it.

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Mercedes Rochelle is an ardent lover of medieval history, and has channeled this interest into fiction writing. Her first four books cover eleventh-century Britain and events surrounding the Norman Conquest of England. The next series is called The Plantagenet Legacy about the struggles and abdication of Richard II, leading to the troubled reigns of the Lancastrian Kings. She also writes a blog: to explore the history behind the story. Born in St. Louis, MO, she received by BA in Literature at the Univ. of Missouri St.Louis in 1979 then moved to New York in 1982 while in her mid-20s to “see the world”. The search hasn’t ended! Today she lives in Sergeantsville, NJ with her husband in a log home they had built themselves.

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Series: The Tudor Court, Book I

By Karen Heenan


She has the voice of an angel…

But one false note could send her back to her old life of poverty.

After her father sells her to Henry VIII, ten-year-old Bess builds a new life as a royal minstrel, and earns the nickname “the king’s songbird.”

She comes of age in the dangerous Tudor court, where the stakes are always high, and where politics, heartbreak, and disease threaten everyone from the king to the lowliest musician.

Her world has only one constant: Tom, her first and dearest friend. But when Bess intrigues with Anne Boleyn and strains against the restrictions of life at court, will she discover that the biggest risk of all is listening to her own stubborn heart?

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Karen Heenan

Karen Heenan was born and raised in Philadelphia, PA. She fell in love with books and stories before she could read, and has wanted to write for nearly as long. After far too many years in a cubicle, she set herself free to follow her dreams—which include gardening, sewing, traveling and, of course, lots of writing.

She lives in Lansdowne, PA, not far from Philadelphia, with two cats and a very patient husband, and is always hard at work on her next book.

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The Life of a Minstrel at the Court of Henry VIII

He told me I was now a member of the King’s Music, a group of performers kept for court entertainments. It was a great privilege; the king was very particular about the musicians in his employ. Songbird, chapter 1

While minstrels were considered royal servants, they were a cut above the other servants who made the life comfortable for the inhabitants of the court. A minstrel provided both comfort and beauty, and in Henry’s court, beauty was at least as important as comfort.

Minstrels were provided with food, lodging, and clothing or livery, as were all court servants, but because they were also frequently in the royal presence, their attire was of better quality, and they were often costumed to take part in masques, or evening entertainments for the court.

Henry loved music, and before his brother’s death, he had been permitted only two. When he became Prince of Wales, and then king, he acquired musicians at a speed which would put jokes about his later wife-gathering to shame. The number of musicians in the royal household was generally sixty, but he was always willing to add more.

[Illustration #2] Some minstrels were specialized—playing the lute, harp, or virginals—but there were also general purpose entertainers, acquired each year at the Lenten schools of minstrelsy, who were also acrobats, storytellers, or who worked with animals. I did not cover this in Songbird because each time I tried, the research rabbit hole yawned wider, and I could see the story rapidly losing its shape.

In addition to minstrels, there were other types of musician at court. There were the choristers of the Chapel Royal—men and boys—who sang mass several times each day. There was another, smaller choir, who traveled with the king. There was the Music, the general minstrels, and then there were special musicians, imported (or occasionally lured away) from other countries and courts.

A core group of minstrels always traveled with the king, because he would not want to be caught without music. They went on progress with him, and, in 1520, when the king and most of his courtiers journeyed to France for the Field of Cloth of Gold, it would have been unspeakable to leave them home. Henry took every weapon in his arsenal to impress the French, and the quality of his musicians would have definitely been a point in his favor.

He also took the Chapel Royal choir, because they were made to do musical gymnastics with the French choir—for a final mass, the English choir sang with the French organist, and vice-versa, in one of those “it sounded like a good idea at the time” performances that no doubt had choristers on both sides muttering under their breath.

Songbird came about because I discovered that one of the ways Henry added to the choir and the Music was to buy children. These were most likely poor, musically talented children whose parents were more than happy (or as happy as you can be, surrendering a child, even to a promising future) to trade their child for security for the rest of their family. More than likely the children were boys, and destined for the choir, but in the case of Songbird, I made the child a girl, and Bess Llewelyn was born.

This Mighty Realm

By Bonny G Smith

This Mighty Realm – The Fourth Book of The Tudor Chronicles


The fourth book of The Tudor Chronicles, This Mighty Realm, was published on December 1, 2020. Two years in the writing, this brilliant novel tells the exciting story of the stormy relationship between Queen Elizabeth I of England and the young Earl of Essex, in the twilight years of Gloriana’s reign.

What is The Tudor Chronicles, and what inspired you to write it?

The Tudor Chronicles is a set of three complete Tudor novels in four volumes. It currently consists of The Nymph From Heaven, The Baker’s Daughter, and In High Places. These three novels span the years of the reigns of four Tudor monarchs; King Henry VIII, King Edward VI, Queen Mary Tudor, and Queen Elizabeth I.

I grew up reading historical fiction novels, and watching movies about past times. I soon discovered that the vast tapestry that is “history” was a disjointed jumble in my mind. As I got older, I sought to bring a semblance of order to the chaos; I developed an overwhelming desire to understand what happened, when, and most importantly, why, in the long march of human history. I studied Ancient and Medieval History. But out of all the sweeping saga of time, the one fragment that most captured my imagination was the Tudor Era.

I became fascinated by, one might say positively obsessed with, possibly the most famous love triangle that has ever been. I read, I watched, everything I could find about Henry VIII, Katharine of Aragon, and Anne Boleyn.

When I delved deeper into Tudor history, and I discovered that King Henry VIII had two sisters, I was off and running like a hound on the scent. Margaret and Mary both had very interesting lives, but I found absolutely captivating the tale of Henry’s younger sister, Mary, and her romance with Charles Brandon. However, compared to the overwhelming abundance of information on Henry, Anne, and Katharine, I found very little source material about Mary and Brandon. I had a mission now; Mary’s story was too wonderful to leave it languishing on the edges of her brother’s more popular tale. I must remedy this lack.

Up to that point, I had never thought about writing my own book. My career as a telecommunications consultant involved many aspects of writing; I wrote project briefs, training manuals, sales proposals, and reports of all sorts. I could write. But write a book…? Why not?

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The Nymph From Heaven:

The first book of The Tudor Chronicles 

I started out as many aspiring writers do; I wrote a book about myself, Only the Heart Knows Why.Then I wrote two contemporary detective novels, The Heart of the Dragon and The Seven Diamonds. With that writing experience behind me, I was ready for the complicated task of writing history. I felt that Mary Tudor deserved the limelight after having been relegated to relative obscurity by her mega-famous brother and his Six Wives. I started Time Traveling back to the Tudor Era (read: daily research!). I finally gathered enough information about Mary and Brandon to weave a tale, and I embarked upon the labor of love that was writing The Nymph From Heaven, the first book of The Tudor Chronicles.

As I researched and wrote The Nymph, I quickly came to the conclusion that one could not tell Mary’s story without telling Henry’s, and so I took the approach of making Mary and Brandon’s tale the main plot, with Henry, Katharine and Anne’s story as the subplot. This methodology worked beautifully!

But as I wrote, I developed a fascination with Elizabeth Tudor. After all, how can one study the story of Henry Tudor and Anne Boleyn, and not be drawn to their famous daughter? But there was a problem… what about the veritable chasm of time between when Henry dies in 1547, and when Elizabeth finally takes the throne in 1558?

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The Baker’s Daughter:

The second book of The Tudor Chronicles 

It was at this point that I realized that what I was engaged in was not just the writing of one book, but a sweeping saga that had both an alpha and an omega. But did I really want to write a book about Bloody Mary? Who would read it, since Queen Mary Tudor is reviled by so many people? But I soon found that Elizabeth’s young life was very much bound up with Mary’s, who was seventeen years older; and I also discovered that Mary Tudor’s life was such that she inspired more pity than revulsion for her acts. I grew to understand Mary as I wrote her life story. I was, in the end, very glad that I had chosen to write Mary’s heart-rending tale. Ironically, The Baker’s Daughter, a book I wasn’t even sure I wanted to write, soon became my best-selling book.

After the eight years it took to write The Baker’s Daughter, I found that I simply was not ready to say goodbye, neither to novel writing, nor to the Tudors.

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In High Places:

The third book of The Tudor Chronicles 

When I began writing In High Places, I quickly discovered that in order to tell Elizabeth’s tale properly, one really must include the lifelong rivalry between her and her fellow queen and cousin, Mary, Queen of Scots. I had read Mary’s Stuart’s story before, but it seemed that most books told either one queen’s story or the other. Intertwining the fascinating tale of these two rival queens was challenging, but very rewarding. I came to an in-depth understanding of both women and what drove them by researching the juxtaposition with each other in which they both lived their lives. That Elizabeth and Mary’s fates were inextricably linked is undeniable. But by the time I reached the heartbreaking end of Mary’s life on the executioner’s block in 1587, I realized that In High Places had reached its natural end. But what about the rest of Elizabeth’s life and reign?

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This Mighty Realm:

The fourth book of The Tudor Chronicles 

I definitely wanted to write the rest of Elizabeth’s story, but many of the biographies and other sources I had used to write the first three books of The Tudor Chronicles did not contain much information on the last fifteen years of her life. After further research, I found some books that focused on Elizabeth’s relationship with Robert Devereux, the Earl of Essex.

Essex was Robert Dudley’s stepson; he became the second of Elizabeth’s defining relationships. There is much speculation about the nature of their relationship; the aging queen was more than thirty years Essex’s senior. We simply do not know if they were romantically involved or not. Many novelists choose to speculate that they were, but I think their relationship was much more complicated than that.

As the writing of This Mighty Realm progressed to its conclusion, I began to realize that I was not just faced with the end of my journey in telling the story of the Tudors; I was facing having to write Elizabeth’s death. That was jarring; my books take years to write because I strive to make them as historically accurate as possible, and that means an extensive research effort. I had been writing about Elizabeth literally since before she was born! And I was still not ready to say goodbye to the Tudors.

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To Thine Own Self:

The prequel to The Tudor Chronicles 

I had long since had it in my mind that I was actually writing a chronicle. But what exactly is a chronicle? What does it mean? A chronicle is “a detailed factual written account of important or historical events in the order of their occurrence.” While I applaud the efforts of fan fiction and alternative history writers, my own great desire is writing true Historical Fiction. In The Tudor Chronicles, I have strived to ensure that my facts are research-based and as true to what really happened…what we know as “history”…as possible. It is where we have gaps in the facts that the writer of fiction comes into his or her own; we must use our talents and abilities to decide what might have happened as we fill in the blanks of history with plausible assumptions, based on our knowledge of our characters, who were, after all, real people.

So in order to complete my chronicle of the Tudor Dynasty, a fifth and final book is needed. To Thine Own Self is actually many stories; it is the story of The Wars of the Roses; it is the story of the end of the Plantagenet Dynasty and the dawning of the Tudor Dynasty; it is the story of many fascinating people, including Henry VI, and his queen, Margaret of Anjou; Margaret Beaufort, and her son, Henry Tudor; Cecily Neville and Richard Plantagenet, Duke of York; Richard Neville, the Earl of Warwick, the “Kingmaker”; Edward IV, Elizabeth Woodville, Jaquetta of Luxembourg, and many, many others.

My books take years to write because of the meticulous research involved in writing a true chronicle of accurate historical fiction; I have estimated that To Thine Own Self will take about three years to write, and will hopefully be published in 2023.

And with that, what started out as a desire to write Mary Tudor Brandon’s wonderful love story will end with five very long novels, written with love, and with great respect for my characters, over eighteen years of my life.

What’s next for you? Do you have any plans to write more novels?

Yes! I have for years been enthralled by the Borgias. Their story overlays the time period of the late Plantagenet Dynasty and early Tudor Dynasty, so should I write their story, I will not have to leave the time period in which I have Time Traveled for almost twenty years.

I am also fascinated by the many stories of the Plantagenets; in particular, King John has always been a favorite of mine. King John, as with his distant relative, Queen Mary Tudor, has an evil reputation. After the Borgias, it is likely that I will turn my attention to him.

What is the meaning of the intriguing titles of your books? Do they have special significance?

I often get this question about my book titles! In the publishing world, book titles are very important. Just as with the cover of the book, people will often be drawn to a book because of its title. Here is the genesis of my titles:

The Nymph From Heaven comes from the words of Lorenzo Pasqualigo, court jeweler to Henry VIII. Lorenzo, an Italian, was standing next to the Venetian ambassador at Mary’s proxy wedding to Charles of Castile when he saw Mary Tudor for the first time. He was so astounded by her legendary beauty that he said, “She is a paradise! A nymph from Heaven!” Lorenzo’s words found their way into the ambassador’s dispatch to the Doge of Venice, and hence onto the cover of my book!

The Baker’s Daughter comes from a broadsheet (newspapers had not been invented yet) that was circulating London at the time of Queen Mary’s proposed match with Philip of Spain. The marriage was extremely unpopular in England; the rhyme from which the title is derived is a cruel taunt, and an apt metaphor for Mary’s unfortunate life: “The baker’s daughter in her russet gown; better than Queen Mary without her crown.”

In High Places has significance only for myself. It was a phrase I seemed to encounter constantly as I read histories and biographies about royalty; those who lived their lives “in high places”. And who among us is higher than a monarch?

Finding This Mighty Realm as a title was serendipitous; it comes from the speech in Parliament given by Nicholas Heath, the Lord Chancellor of England, as he proclaimed Elizabeth “queen of this mighty realm of England…” upon the death of her sister, Queen Mary.

To Thine Own Self is a line from Shakespeare’s Hamlet, and seemed to me to describe perfectly Henry VII’s character, and his struggle to gain the throne of England. This excellent advice is spoken from a father to his son, as he departs over the sea: “This above all: to thine own self be true, and it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man.”

I have remained true to my purpose of lovingly crafting my Tudor Chronicles, through the many vicissitudes and distractions of my own life; and I am glad I did, because my readers seem to enjoy reading my books as much as I enjoy writing them!🏵

Bonny G Smith is the author of eight novels in five literary genre. She lives in Fairfax, Virginia, in the United States of America. All books are available on Amazon, and other reading venues.






Between Two Kings by Olivia Longueville

Between Two Kings

(Book One in Anne Boleyn Alternate History Trilogy)

Anne Boleyn has been featured in many books, movies, and television shows.  Her story has been told by writers many times.  How is your historical fiction series different?

In my first book, Between Two Kings, I re-imagined the life of Anne Boleyn, the second wife of King Henry VIII of England. When I think about Anne and her tragic fate, I want to rescue her from execution on trumped-up charges of adultery, high treason, and incest. Every time I visit the Tower of London, I see the place where she was executed, and I imagine that if I had been in the crowd watching her unjust death, I would have shouted, “Stop it! She is innocent!” 

As a result of my fascination with Anne and her tragic life, I decided to write an alternate history novel about her where she does not die on the 19th of May 1536.  Between Two Kings is part one of my exciting series that reimagines Anne Boleyn’s story in a unique way: having narrowly escaped her execution, she becomes the Queen of France.  In a sense, Anne follows in Eleanor of Aquitaine’s footsteps.  

My writing style is characterized by lush romanticism and passionate lyricism with beautiful and compact descriptions. In this series, I’m working to re-create the cultural atmosphere of the Renaissance and Tudor eras (my favorite periods!), giving my readers a strong sense of place to let them make the imaginative leap into these captivating times. 

This series will appeal to you because this story is about a one-of-a-kind medieval woman, who excelled in a man’s world, and whose fate has been transformed into something utterly spectacular.  Over the course of the novel, Anne emerges as a great Renaissance queen, whose indomitable nature refuses to surrender and enables her ascent to power again.  

Perfect for fans of Alison Weir, Philippa Gregory, Judith Arnopp, Laura Andersen, Tony Riches, and other Tudor authors, as well as fans movies and shows of the Tudors. 

Are there sequels to Between Two Kings? 

In the second book, The Queen’s Revenge, Anne perseveres in her quest for justice and vengeance on the narcissistic, homicidal King Henry.  Her odyssey takes Anne from a world of gloom, across the barren landscape of ruin and the tempestuous waters of peril, to a realm of potential happiness in her marriage to the flamboyant, chivalrous King François.  Meanwhile, politics and disquieting intrigues abound… 

The later sequels explore deadly plots against Queen Anne and King François, including those of Anne’s Catholic enemies. The Valois couple struggle, and intrigues against Emperor Charles V and King Henry VIII are woven into their story, for the English monarch will try to extract his own vengeance on his former wife. This culminates in a war of kings with unexpected participants. King Henry’s marriages to his historical wives have their own interpretation. Charles V’s union with Isabella of Portugal might not have an outcome as tragic as the one in history.

Beyond its theme of vengeance, The Queen’s Revenge is an optimistic tale of good triumphing over adversity and of Anne finding new love and building a life in France.  The third book, The Boleyn Queen of France, is the tale of Anne’s life in France after everyone in Europe learns the identity of the mysterious French queen. It also explores how she grows into her new role as a French queen. The political background of the story is organically embedded into the romantic and suspenseful storyline.   

Do any of the books in the series end in cliff-hangers? Are the books stand alone?  

I’ve structured the trilogy so that the books end with exciting, pivotal moments. I created a sense of completion in Between Two Kings. Although The Queen’s Revenge concludes the plotline of Anne’s vengeance, it includes a political cliff-hanger centering on themes that will be developed and resolved in the third book.  

Enough information is provided in every book, so a new reader will not be lost. 

What is important for writers to create a plausible alternate history reality? 

I love history because it shows how people lived in a completely different world. It reveals something new about the world, people, human evolution, traditions, and the way of life in different periods of time.  Nevertheless, I often wish to explore history from new angles and to re-imagine events or fates of my favorite historical figures. What if certain events had never happened or had occurred in a different way? 

It is a challenge to imagine and construct a plausible alternate history reality. You have to take real historical events and people, analyze them meticulously, and think how events could have unfolded differently, and how people would have responded to altered circumstances. If you like alternate history, you will definitely adore my alternate history universe. 

Many are aggrieved with the unjust end of Anne Boleyn’s life. She was most certainly innocent of all the accusations leveled against her, and our hearts weep at the thought of her last days in the Tower of London and how she lost everything, even her life. In my series, I’ve created an alternate universe for Anne that includes the Tudor, Valois, Habsburg, and even Medici storylines, combining them in a plausible way. 

I hope you will join me as we reimagine the fate of one of history’s most intriguing woman. 

Author Information

Olivia Longueville

Olivia has always loved literature and fiction, and she is passionate about historical research, genealogy, and the arts.  She has several degrees in finance & general management from London Business School (LBS) and other universities.  At present, she helps her father run the family business.  

During her first trip to France at the age of ten, Olivia had a life-changing epiphany when she visited the magnificent Château de Fontainebleau and toured its library.  This truly transformed her life as she realized her passion for books and writing, foreshadowing her future career as a writer.  In childhood, she began writing stories and poems in different languages.  Loving writing more than anything else in her life, Olivia has resolved to devote her life to creating historical fiction novels.  She has a special interest in the history of France and England.  

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Prologue:  Betrayed by Everyone

May 17, 1536, the Tower of London, London, England

“The march of mortality has begun, Your Majesty.  Now they are all walking to the scaffold.”  The soft female voice was laced with compassion and melancholy.    

Anne Boleyn, the anointed Queen of England, turned her head to the young woman, who stood on top of a chair in front of a small window.  The queen saw the sympathy written all over her face, and a smile of gratitude flitted across her own pale features.  Although the ladies who served her in the Tower had been handpicked by Thomas Cromwell and were his spies, they all treated her as a queen, despite her disgrace, and some empathized with her sufferings.  

The announcement tolled a mournful knell and dealt a crushing blow to Anne’s very soul, a reminder of her own imminent death.  “Thank you,” she replied as she rose from the bed.  

Anne hastily crossed the chamber and stopped near the window.  As Lady Anne Shelton climbed down from the chair, the queen took her place and peered out, fixing her eyes on the large crowd that had gathered on Tower Green.  Chains of dread began pulling at her spirit. 

George Boleyn, Viscount of Rochford, as the highest-ranking man among the condemned prisoners, faced the axe first.  Her view was not perfect because of the lattice on the window, but Anne was still able to see Tower Green well enough.  Her brother mounted the scaffold and made a speech before the throng; she regretted that she could not hear his final words.

His countenance tranquil and dignified, George knelt at the block.  A petrified Anne watched the executioner practice strokes several times above her brother’s neck, then swing the axe high in the air, and down, landing with a resounding crack.  An instant late, George’s severed head fell into a pile of straw, and a spray of blood spurted out of his body.  

The queen’s countenance whitened to a ghostly pallor, and her jaw dropped in shock.  Waves of unbearable pain washed over her, pummeling her like storm-driven tides lashing a hapless shore.  George, her favorite brother, was dead!  Anne would never see George again, would never rely upon his support, advice, and consolation.  Only two pieces were left of him.     

Her throat constricted, and tears pricked at the back of her eyes, all her energy drained away.  However, Anne steeled herself against the devastating emotions and watched.  She did not move until the scaffold was littered with mutilated corpses, until all of her alleged lovers – George Boleyn, Mark Smeaton, William Brereton, Henry Norris, and Francis Weston – were no longer in the world of the living, caught in the coils of the fiendish conspiracy waged against her.  

The universe was now tinged in crimson hues of slaughter, and it seemed that the deities of death were performing a gruesome dance across the room.  Unable to contain her pain any longer, Anne howled with horror, descended from her chair, and collapsed to the floor in a heap.  She buried her head in her hands, her screams dissolving into blood-curdling wails of despair.    

Anne did not care who heard her.  “Why?  Why?  Why?”  she sobbed.

Moved by such grief, the queen’s ladies, witnessing this woeful scene, cried as well.  

Lady Eleanor Hampton approached Anne.  “Your Majesty, please…”  The woman stopped speaking, uncertain about what to say until empathy took over.  “Let me help you get to bed.”  

The distraught Queen of England wept, wept, and wept.  Her anguished heart hurt so much that she wondered how it was possible to still be alive.  She cried so hard that she could not breathe, releasing all the stress of the past weeks in an abysmal lake of tears.  

“We are all innocent!”  bemoaned Anne.  “I’ve loved King Henry, my lord and husband, for years!  I’ve never sinned against him with my body and mind!”  Her features contorted as a sob racked her trembling form.  “Why did he kill them?  Why does he want me dead?”

The others gasped and shuddered in dread, for it was high treason to speak such words.  

Anne cried until she had no more tears to shed, and her whole being was fractured with the enormity of the unjust executions which had just taken place.  Finally, she summoned sufficient self-control to calm down and was able to stand up.  She wobbled to the bed in chilling silence.  

“They shall find peace in heaven.”  The queen settled herself on the bed. 

Lying on the bed, Anne struggled to comprehend why her husband, King Henry VIII of England, believed the absurd story of her multiple adulteries, incest, and other acts of treason.  Thomas Cromwell had orchestrated her plight.  But what was Henry’s role in it?  Had Cromwell deliberately misled the king?   Or did the monarch know that all the accusations against her were false but chose not to care, wishing to end their marriage without another lengthy divorce?   

The deposed queen reckoned that Henry had not commanded his chief minister to fabricate the charges; it was all Cromwell’s conspiracy against her.  Yet, it changed nothing because her beloved brother and the other men were all murdered by the king.  Anne ruminated on how Henry now fancied himself in love with Jane Seymour and, driven by his lust for that plain, undereducated wench, was ready to go to any lengths to rid himself of his inconvenient wife.  

Anne looked across at her ladies, who kept at a little distance from her. 

Her lips curled in a bitter grin.  “My only fault is that I’ve not birthed Henry’s son.” 

“Your Majesty…”  one of the women commenced, then abruptly trailed off.  

“Leave me be,” the queen enjoined.  “I’ll mourn for them in silence.”

They nodded and curtsied; then they retired to the opposite side of the room.

The queen snuggled into rough linen sheets, nasty and uncomfortable.  She closed her eyes, endeavoring to block out the harrowing reality.  “My God…  Why?”  

Everyone had betrayed Anne: they had all left her like rats running away from a sinking ship, even her father.  Her loneliness was so deep and sharp, as if she had been hollowed out.  For the first time in her life, she abhorred her husband with every fiber of her being; Henry’s horrendous betrayals were festering wounds on her heart, all of them putrid and vile.  

“I do hate you with all my soul, Henry,” hissed Anne under her breath.  “I shall never forgive you for the atrocities you have committed in your quest for freedom from me.”

Chapter 1: An Unexpected Discovery

May 18, 1536, the Tower of London, London, England

“I’m doomed,” Anne whispered to herself with resignation.  “They will gladly wash their hands in my blood.  Death begins its walk towards us the day we are born, but the fact that one passes away does not prove that they lived.  I’ve lived and loved like no one else!” 

Anne Boleyn, Queen of England, lay on a bed, its headboard carved with lions, which dominated the sparsely furnished chamber.  Her heart was fragmenting with pain, as if the merciless hands of destiny were pulling it apart.  Her thoughts reeled like a trapped bird flinging itself against the bars of a cage in vain attempts to regain its freedom, but only succeeding in hurting itself more and more.  

Despite it being a fine May day outside, it was chilly inside the Tower apartments, where she had been confined since her arrest.  The cold weather mirrored the chill in her soul.  The stark reality was dreadful: she had been accused of multiple adulteries, of enjoying an incestuous relationship with her own brother, George, and of plotting the English monarch’s murder.  The latter charge was a veiled accusation of treason because her husband was the King of England.  

It was truly ludicrous that the queen, who was always attended by her ladies, could have had numerous secret lovers for such a long time.  In several cases, her alleged paramours had not even been present at the places where her prosecutors claimed she had undertaken illicit encounters with them.  There was no evidence whatsoever that she had plotted the ruler’s death.   Her trial had been an unjust farce!  Twenty-six peers had declared her guilty of all charges, and she had been unjustly condemned to be either beheaded or burned according to the king’s pleasure.

Thomas Cranmer, Archbishop of Canterbury, entered.  Anne rose from the bed and stepped to him, smiling a welcome; Cranmer could not save her, and she still viewed him as a friend.  

In the next moment, Sir William Kingston, Constable of the Tower of London, walked in.  

The queen’s ladies watched their mistress with doleful expressions from a distance.  During these weeks, she had been attended by five women, who had served either Catherine of Aragon or her daughter, Mary Tudor.  Anne knew that they all were obliged to report anything she might say or do to William Kingston, while he, in turn, informed Cromwell about the prisoner’s behavior.  

Archbishop Cranmer lowered his gaze.  “My lady, I bring word from the king.”  He sighed.  “Your marriage to His Majesty has been annulled.”  Grief shadowed his expression.    

Anne stared at him with unseeing eyes, and her heart compressed into a dense ball of distress.  The words of Henry’s denial of their marriage sounded in her mind like the tolling of a funeral bell.  How was it possible?  Among her turbulent emotions, disbelief overrode all others.     

“Has it really happened, Your Grace?”  Her world was breaking, piece by piece, into fragments, and she felt as utterly hopeless as a captain at sea might, if marooned without a compass to guide him. 

“I’m so sorry, Madame.”  Cranmer averted his eyes, his dejected sigh wafting through the air.  “Your daughter, the Lady Elizabeth, has been declared a bastard.”  He veered his gaze to her.

Anne nodded, and a ghastly blend of anguish and fear engulfed her.  Questions flew through her mind like arrows seeking a target in the dead of night.  Why was Henry treating both her and their daughter so callously?  Why and when did he become such an iron-hearted beast?  Even though she had fallen from his good graces, why did he punish their innocent child? 

Her inability to find these answers shackled her in the chains of endless misery with no hope of liberation.  Why is Henry so callous to me?  His deeds symbolize the very essence of ruthlessness.  I loved him more than life itself, but he ceased feeling anything even vaguely resembling affection for me.  It seemed as if he wanted to cause her more heartache by annulling their union only a matter of days before her scheduled execution.  Henry’s cruelty was as boundless as the sky.  

The former queen composed herself with a gargantuan effort.  Her fathomless dark pools gleamed with warped humor.  “This surprise is the best gift His Majesty could grant me.  Of course, he has played his last trump card.  I should have expected that.”

The archbishop blanched.  “Madame, please…”   

A semblance of contrition suffused her face.  “I don’t know what has come over me.”  

Once more, Cranmer found himself astonished with the self-control she was displaying.  “I promise I’ll do my best to safeguard and help your daughter in any way I can.”  

A grateful Anne murmured, “Thank you very much.”      

The time for her last confession had arrived.  “Your Grace,” she called, “I beseech you to hear my last confession.”  Her gaze oscillated between the archbishop and the constable.  “I’d like Master Kingston to stay and listen to what I say when I confess the truth.”  

She wanted Constable William Kingston to hear everything for an important reason.  His witnessing her last confession on earth meant that there was a small chance that, in the future, the people of England, including the king, would learn of her innocence.  

Kingston nodded.  “As you wish, Madame.”  

Cranmer took a seat, and Anne knelt in front of him.  As she trained her eyes upon him, his heart twisted in helpless agony at the sight of the great woman whom he respected and loved.  

“Madame, speak honestly and truthfully,” intoned the archbishop.   

“Yes.”  Anne dragged a deep and shuddering breath, as if it were her last.  “Before the Lord, I confess my innocence of all the charges brought against me.  I solemnly swear upon my eternal soul that I’ve never been unfaithful to King Henry, my lord and husband, although I’ve not always treated him with the obedience, respect, and humility which I owed him as a wife.”   

She paused for another breath, and then continued in a voice layered with confidence, “God is all-seeing and knows that I’m innocent of these accusations.”  She trailed off, leaned forward, and grabbed the Bible from a nearby table.  “The Almighty is my witness that during my relationship with His Majesty, never once, by word or look, have I made the slightest attempt to interest any other man in my humble person.  I was a true maid when the king first took me to his bed.”    

A crestfallen silence reigned in the chamber.  A muted sadness hung in the air.      

Anne proceeded, “I do not say this in the hope that the king will exonerate me of all the phony charges, for I’ve accepted my fate.  But there is something that you must all know.”  Her eyes blazing with an inner fire of truth, she promulgated, “I’m carrying King Henry’s child.”  

A ripple of astonishment flitted through the group of women, who had also heard it.  

In these moments of her triumph, Anne felt herself like a messenger of a higher power who had charged her with divine strength.  “On the eve of my execution, I’ve realized that I’m pregnant.  Fate has a bizarre sense of humor, don’t you think so?  I’ve felt rather unwell during the past few weeks, but I attributed my sickness to the horror of my situation and to my constant stress.  Nevertheless, now I have no doubt as to my condition, and I’m certain that a physician shall confirm.”   

“This is the Lord’s doing!”  A smile of hope illumined Cranmer’s face. 

All pairs of amazed eyes were glued to the former mistress of their sovereign’s heart.     

Still on her knees in front of the archbishop, she crossed herself.  “I solemnly swear that the king’s child is growing inside of me.  I beg you to allow it to be born.  Regardless of what might befall me in the future, my baby is innocent of any crime – it must live.”  

“Lady Anne, I shall do everything to help you.”  Cranmer removed the Bible from her hands and then clasped them in his own.  “This child is a blessing.”  

Tears burned like red-hot pokers behind her eyes.  “Your Grace, Elizabeth and this child will need friends after my death.  His Majesty will not spare me, but I want my babe to live.”  

“Madame, I cannot guarantee that…”  The archbishop’s voice faltered.  

With salty liquid glistening on her cheeks, Anne looked as if the skin on her face were woven through with silver threads of anguish.  “I’m sorry for the sins I’ve really committed.  At times, I was callous to those who did not deserve it.  However, I do not dread the loss of heaven and the pains of hell, because the Lord forgives those who repent, and my contrition is sincere.”  

Anne inclined her head slightly after finishing her confession.  At this moment, she looked so humble, so gentle, and so honest that her touching beauty tugged at everyone’s heartstrings.  

Her ladies were now crying.  Having heard her speak from the bottom of her heart, they no longer believed that their mistress was guilty of the allegations leveled against her.  

Archbishop Cranmer made the sign of a cross on the doomed woman’s forehead.  “Master Kingston, go fetch a doctor and a midwife.  As Lady Anne asked you to stay in order to share her last confession with the world, never forget this day and comply with her request.”     

Kingston stood up and bowed.  “You have my word.” 

In half an hour, the doctor and the midwife appeared in the queen’s apartments.  After a careful examination, they voiced their conclusion – Anne was indeed with child.  


That evening, Anne Boleyn stood near the window, watching an eerie darkness blanket the firmament.  It might be her last night on earth.  Would God interfere?  Would she be saved?  She was a realist: the king would no doubt insist that the father was one of her alleged lovers.  

To distract herself from these traumatic musings, she resorted to a mental journey into her early youth: her carefree childhood at Hever Castle with her siblings, Mary and George, and her parents – Elizabeth and Thomas Boleyn, who had been such a loving father back then.    

With fondness, she reminisced about her years at the court of Archduchess Margaret of Austria.  A small girl in 1513, she had been one of Margaret’s eighteen filles d’honneur.  Margaret had found and hired a suitable tutor so that Anne could learn the French language and master the sophistication of court life; she had been so eager to join the various entertainments.  

Yet, Anne had preferred the happy time at the French court, where, despite her youth, she had served to Queen Claude of France, King François’s first wife.  She remembered the golden years of her adolescence.  Anne had stayed with Queen Claude for nearly seven years, spending most of that time in the Loire Valley, at Châteaux Amboise and Blois, where the queen had usually resided.  

The English court could not rival the more refined European courts.  Thus, Anne had focused on acquiring a profound knowledge of French etiquette and courtesy while having lived in majestic Renaissance splendor in France.  She had completed her study of the French language and cultivated her interests in fashions, humanism, theology, music, and the arts.  Yet, Anne’s life had not always been public since Queen Claude had spent much time in confinement during her annual pregnancies.      

Anne recalled her conversations with Marguerite d’Angoulême, King François’ sister.  At that time, Marguerite had been the Duchess d’Alençon; now she was the Queen of Navarre.  Marguerite was a prominent patron of humanists and reformers, as well as a talented author in her own right.  She had encouraged her entourage to engage in discussions on a multitude of topics, including theology, and Anne had participated in these.  Anne hoped that Marguerite would remember her fondly.   

With this comforting thought, a flood of half-hope, half-relief swarmed the condemned woman, refusing to be contained – Anne laughed merrily, as if genuinely amused by something.  Her ladies-in-waiting granted her odd looks, but Anne’s smile widened, and then she laughed again.  Nonetheless, burdened by the hopelessness and injustice of her situation, her mood then swerved to one of deep despondency.  Staring into the darkness, she swallowed hard, suppressing sudden sobs.  

A whole swarm of memories of Henry whirled through her brain, and a strong wave of dismay assaulted her as she reflected on their relationship.  Henry had been so passionately in love with her, and she with him.  Her mind drifted through memories of their long, romantic courtship.  The monarch’s countless professions of love and his promises echoed through her mind like a sardonic snicker, taunting her – by now, each of them had proved to be worthless and meaningless.  

Images of her little Elizabeth inundated her head.  Henry had been utterly disappointed with the birth of a healthy daughter, but Anne loved Elizabeth with every fibre of her being since the midwife had placed the baby girl into her arms.  An intense cold swept over her at the remembrance of how two unborn children had died in her womb.  Her second miscarriage had been triggered by the shock she had felt upon seeing Henry’s adulterous kiss with Jane Seymour, who had been sitting in his lap.  

That night, sleep eluded Anne for a long time, and she rested on the bed, staring at the ceiling pretending to be asleep, but listening to her ladies’ quiet conversation.  

Her two aunts – Lady Anne Shelton née Boleyn, Thomas Boleyn’s elder sister, and Lady Elizabeth Boleyn née Wood, wife of Sir James Boleyn, Anne’s uncle – sat together at the table. 

In a voice colored with total incredulity, Lady Anne Shelton murmured, “What an unexpected and bewildering turns of events!  What will happen tomorrow?”    

“The execution should be rescheduled, but we cannot guess the outcome.”  Lady Elizabeth Boleyn’s utterance was more in hope than belief that the monarch would reprieve her niece.   

Three other ladies approached and settled themselves around the table.  

Lady Eleanor Hampton chimed in, “A pregnant woman cannot be sent to the scaffold.”  

“That would be unlawful,” stressed Lady Margaret Coffin.  

“Indeed,” Lady Mary Kingston concurred.  “But her fate is sealed after the child’s birth.”   

Lady Boleyn sighed.  “It must be the king’s babe.”  Everyone nodded.    

“This is so unfair,” muttered Margaret Coffin.  Her companions dipped their heads.    

Anne squeezed her eyes shut, her world narrowing to concerns about the little creature she already loved.  Sliding her palms under her nightgown, she lay them flat against her stomach.  Henry, you would not dare murder a pregnant woman…  That would imperil your immortal soul!  Or will you?  She busied herself with praying for her daughter, Elizabeth, and her unborn child.  

May 19, 1536, Palace of Whitehall, London, England

The first rays of the spring sun warmed the white ashlar stone walls of Whitehall, the former York Place, which had once been owned by the late Cardinal Wolsey.  The building was still being extended and redesigned, and King Henry had invested heavily in this project, planning to make it a grand masterpiece of Tudor architecture to rival those of his French counterpart. 

It was a little past dawn and several hours before Anne Boleyn’s execution.  In spite of the early hour, the court was wide-awake, and a sense of anticipation was palpable in the air.  

Meanwhile, the royal apartments were alive with the morning traffic of servants.  King Henry had been woken early as Thomas Cromwell requested an immediate audience with him.  

 “Damn Cromwell,” the ruler cursed as he yawned.  He was still abed, reluctant to get up so early.  “It must be something extraordinarily urgent if my chief minister dared ignore the official protocol regarding the rules and hours for gaining an audience with me.”  

An old man, his face sharp-chinned and withered, approached the monarch’s bed canopied with a red brocade cloth.  His once strawberry blonde hair had faded to a rusty graying color, and now it almost matched his pale brown serge attire.  He was William Sandys, Baron Sandys of the Vyne and Lord Chamberlain of the royal household, as well as the king’s favorite.  

“Good morning, Your Majesty,” began Sandys.  “Which clothes should we prepare?”  

The king’s face split into a grin.  “I’ll wear vibrant colors today.”  

“As you wish.”  Lord Chamberlain aided him to climb out of bed.  

With a menacing air about him, Henry pontificated, “History will remember this day forever.  The Boleyn witch shall be punished for her odious crimes against God and her sovereign.  Neither my court nor I will mourn for her.  I’ve decided to wear the color blood red.”  

 “This color suits you, sire,” William Sandys said, his features shock-whitened.  His feelings over Anne Boleyn’s execution were conflicted, but it was not his place to decide.  

The monarch stood dressed in a white taffeta shirt with a standing collar, wrought with red silk.  His doublet of crimson brocade glittered with rubies and diamonds.  Scarlet silk hose were pulled up his legs and fixed to points hanging from around his waist.  A purple velvet cap with a red ostrich feather was placed upon his head; a long gold chain with massive rubies adorned his neck.  It was as though his attire symbolized the slaughter of the Boleyn adulteress, which the king craved.   

Henry marched to the presence chamber, passing many courtiers, who all bowed and curtsied as he strutted forward, but he acknowledged only a few with a slight nod. 

Burly and powerfully built, the handsome English ruler inspired sheer awe and yet terror of his power.  Not all of his subjects were comfortable when that aquamarine gaze, intense and hard, came to rest upon them.  Broad of face, his rather small eyes and a well-formed, yet petulant and small, mouth, sat beneath the short, straight, auburn hair that showed from beneath his cap.  

Henry towered majestically a head above most of his court, although his French archrival, King François I, was taller, which stirred jealousy in him.  Henry had inherited the attractive looks of his maternal grandfather, King Edward IV, and carried the best of the York and Tudor features.  

“Good morning, Your Majesty!”  his nobles chorused. 

Henry’s countenance was like that of a mighty sovereign without earthly peer, which usually impressed his subjects.  Yet, today his appearance, tinged with hues of blood red, frightened them.  His whole being exuded the savage darkness, which had always lurked within him, and it was now so close to the surface that courtiers could feel the breath of his inner beast.  


As the king stormed into the presence chamber, Thomas Cromwell dropped into a deep bow. 

A silence full of trepidation reigned.  Henry paced back and forth restlessly, like a lion caged in an ancient amphitheater.  He paid no attention to the room’s grandeur and its elaborately carved oak furniture, decorated with figures of Jupiter, the supreme God of the Roman pantheon.  On the walls there were tapestries portraying the life of Gaius Julius Caesar.  At his feet, a costly carpet of cloth woven with gold threads took the brunt of his relentless march back and forth across the room.

Finally, Henry stopped near the marble fireplace and peered at his chief minister.  In a voice layered with impatience, he barked, “Cromwell, why are you here?”  

His guest heaved a sigh.  “I beg Your Majesty’s pardon, but we have a grave problem.”   

The ruler growled, “The only problem I know of is about to be removed from this earth.  The Tower is where you must be ensuring that this is so!”  

The advisor was immensely skilled at masking his emotions.  However, the unforeseen turn of events had unnerved him a great deal, making it rather difficult to keep an inscrutable demeanor.  “Sire, you have always been clever and shrewd; your guess is correct.”  

“What is it?” demanded the monarch.    

“Lady Anne Boleyn is with child,” proclaimed Cromwell.

“What?”  rasped a nonplussed Henry, his eyes venomous caverns.  

At Cromwell’s nod, the king’s previously cool façade cracked wide open.  Henry blanched as a lethal mixture shock, bewilderment, anger, pain, and disappointment passed through him.  

Questions circled the monarch’s mind like vultures preying upon him.  How could Anne carry a child, and who was its father?  Was it a dark irony of fate or the Lord’s blessing?  Why was it happening now, when he was so close to getting his freedom?  Was heaven laughing at him?    

Anne Boleyn played with me like a cheap toy.  She made me fall for her to ensure her family’s enrichment and elevation.  What a fool I was to believe that whore!  She wanted only the crown for herself and power for the Boleyns!  Such were Henry’s scornful thoughts of the woman whom he had once worshipped.  She must have been taught by her vile father and her brother how to set herself in his way and to ensnare him.  They had calculated every step of their ascent to power.  

When an enamored Henry had offered her to be his mistress, Anne had sworn with soul-stirring fervor that she would give her maidenhood only to her husband.  Whatever purity she had brought to their bed, Henry now believed it was sullied, and all of it pretense.  Anne had never loved him!  She must have feigned her virginity!  All her fake amorous words were as poisonous as those siren songs that drew sailors to the rocks and certain doom.  Her counterfeit sweetness had almost ruined him.  

To make the harlot his queen, Henry had disposed of Catherine of Aragon, his first wife.  He had declared his daughter, the Princess Mary Tudor, a bastard.  Henry had torn the country apart because Pope Clement VII would not grant the annulment of his union with Catherine.  His battles with Rome had led to the separation of the Church of England from the papal authority.  Anne Boleyn was the driving force of almost everything that had occurred in the country in the past several years.  

Henry regretted that he had fallen for Anne.  He had married her, but it would have been better if he had never met her.  Thanks to Anne, the King of England had been made the laughingstock of Europe, especially when she had birthed a girl – not the boy she had promised him.  A daughter was useless: only a son could guarantee the smooth succession and the continuation of the Tudor dynasty.  Just as unforgivably, Anne had lost a male child at the start of the year and had blamed him.  

Anne had seen him with Jane Seymour sitting on his knee, and miscarried due to the distress.  Henry’s love for Anne, which had once been the most ennobling expression of chivalric devotion, had evolved into a murderous hatred.  Then his chief minister and the Duke of Suffolk had reported to him that Anne had entertained men in her rooms.  The investigation had revealed that she had cuckolded him with at least five courtiers and committed another the most abominable crime – incest.    

In a voice as sharp as a million of swords, the king snarled, “I crave to spill the whore’s blood.  Her sins are irredeemable.”  He slid his wrathful glare to Cromwell.  “I want Anne Boleyn dead.”  

“Your Majesty, under the laws of England, we cannot send a pregnant woman to the block.”  Cromwell did need Anne gone.  He was a man of action and never admitted any hesitation in carrying out the royal commands; but he could not allow a child of royal blood to die.  

After a brief pause, Henry spoke in a more controlled voice edged with a trace of clear distrust.  “Anne has always been a good actress.  Are you sure she is with child?”  

Cromwell bobbed his head. “Yes, I am.  The physician and the midwife both confirmed her condition.  We will have to wait until the birth of her baby.  Only then can she be punished.”    

 The ruler flinched at the sudden remembrance of the several nights he had spent with Anne in March despite Lent, but he thrust these thoughts aside.  Anne could not be expecting his child!  Her bastard was of no importance to him.  Most definitely, he would have a brood of legitimate, healthy children with his beloved Jane, who was so lovely and very obedient – an ideal wife for him. 

The king’s face screwed up in disgust.  “This baby could be the product of incest.”  

“It could have been fathered by any of her lovers.”

Cromwell had inflamed his anger, and Henry roared, “Anne is the worst whore ever!  She lured me into marriage by means of sorcery!  Is this child not the result of witchcraft?”

After more pacing back and forth, Henry finally threw himself into a chair.  Cromwell stood quietly, smiling inwardly, pleased that his careful scheming had come to fruition.

The hands of Chronos, the Greek God of time, were pulling the monarch to a point where his life would be changed forever.  The Almighty had taken the matter of Anne’s death out of his hands, and he could not kill her today, despite his antagonism towards her.  As his gaze flicked to a nearby tapestry depicting Julius Caesar crossing the Rubicon, he made a fateful choice.  

The monarch sighed with aggravation.  “As I’m unfortunately bound by law, I must allow the Boleyn harlot to live until her bastard’s birth.”  A rueful laughter boomed out of him.  “I feel as if I were Caesar entering Italy under arms.  His close friend, Gnaeus Pompeius Magnus, betrayed him just as Anne betrayed me.  However, Caesar’s victory in the civil war put him in an unrivaled position of power.  When that whore dies in a few months, I shall prevail as well.”  

His chief minister sought to reassure him.  “Lady Anne’s death will be a new beginning for Your Majesty.  Your life will be long and happy, unlike Caesar’s.” 

 “Of course.  God has blessed me to rule England for many years.”  Henry’s thoughts went to the keeper of his heart.  “I’ll wed Lady Jane Seymour as planned.” 

 “It would be better to postpone the ceremony until Lady Anne’s death.  Then nobody would ever doubt the legitimacy of any future children born to this new marriage.” 

Henry saw the truth in these words.  “Indeed, my sons must be untainted.”  

A golden future stretched before the King of England, a future without worry and troubles.  A future with his dearest Jane and many male heirs.  How fortunate Henry was that he and Jane had found each other, and soon they would forge a marriage of love and commitment.  The rest of his reign would initiate a Golden Age of peace and prosperity for the Tudor dynasty and England, one that would be better than the Pax Romana of the first Roman Emperor Caesar Augustus.  

In the omnipresent silence that followed, the castle clock chimed a soft melody, marking the time.  The course of Europe’s history had just been altered irrevocably for all time.  Yet, was it to Henry’s benefit or not?  A strong sense of premonition stole over the Tudor monarch, coiling around the edifice of his dreams like the eerie fog that frequently enveloped Whitehall. 

Kathryn Howard

Late November 1541 was a traumatic and unbearable time for Henry VIII’s fifth queen, Kathryn Howard. This is vividly brought to life in Alison Weir’s book The Tainted Queen – the American title is The Scandalous Queen

It’s said that when she was arrested at Hampton Court Palace, she broke free from the guards and ran to the doors of the Chapel Royal, where she believed Henry was at prayer.

Enjoy this little video of Siobhan Clarke, Guide Lecturer at Historic Royal Palaces/ AWT, a part of which recreates Catherine’s flight down the gallery.

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The Queen’s Devil

The Queen’s Devil

(William Constable Spy Thriller, Book #3)

By Paul Walker


William Constable, recently married astrologer and mathematician, has settled into routine work as a physician when he is requested to attend two prisoners in the Tower of London. Both are accused of separate acts treason, but their backgrounds suggest there may be a connection.

Sir Francis Walsingham and Lord Burghley urge William to discover further intelligence from the prisoners while tending their injuries from torture.

The agent’s investigations lead him to the French Embassy, which lies at the heart of a conspiracy which threatens the nation.

Through his enquiries, an unsuspecting William becomes entangled in a perilous web of politicking and religious fervour.

The threat comes from one the most powerful men in the English court – one referred to as the Queen’s Devil.

William faces a race against time to unpick these ties, climaxing in a daring raid on the Embassy.

Praise for Paul Walker:

“Walker skilfully creates a treacherous world of half-truths, plots and duplicity… simmering with impending danger.” Michael Ward, author of Rags of Time.

“A gripping and evocative page-turner that vibrantly brings Elizabeth’s London to life.” Steven Veerapen, author of A Dangerous Trade.

“Full of convincing characters both historical and imagined.” Peter Tonkin

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Paul Walker

Paul is married and lives in a village 30 miles north of London. Having worked in universities and run his own business, he is now a full-time writer of fiction and part-time director of an education trust. His writing in a garden shed is regularly disrupted by children and a growing number of grandchildren and dogs.

Paul writes historical fiction. He inherited his love of British history and historical fiction from his mother, who was an avid member of Richard III Society. The William Constable series of historical thrillers is based around real characters and events in the late sixteenth century. The first two books in the series – State of Treason and A Necessary Killing – were published in 2019. The third book, titled The Queen’s Devil, was published in the summer of 2020.

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A Note from Tudor Author Dr Wendy Dunn

A note about self publishing from Tudor author Dr. Wendy J. Dunn

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Dear all,

My current Work-in-Progress, Falling Pomegranate Seeds: All Manner of Things, was originally set to be published this year. In light of the current global circumstance, however, I decided to delay its release.

I am delighted to announce that I have officially set a new publication date: January 15th 2021.

I cannot even begin to express how excited I am for this novel to enter the published world. Not only is All Manner of Things the longest novel I have ever written, it concludes my Katherine of Aragon story.

To commemorate this milestone, I have lowered the eBook price of the first book in this series, Falling Pomegranate Seeds: The Duty of Daughters, to 99c until All Manner of Things is released.

I must admit, however, that this joy is not without reservation. After self-publishing my previous novels ( The Light in the LabyrinthFalling Pomegranate Seeds: The Duty of Daughters, and Dear Heart, How Like You This?: The Cost of Love) under my own imprint, I have seen firsthand how involved and expensive the publishing process is. Consequently, I find myself more and more worried that the costs involved in publication might simply prove too much for me.

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To counteract this, I have started a crowd funding campaign on Pozible, in hopes that I can source enough money to publish All Manner of Things.

While I am uncomfortable with the thought of needing to ask others for money, especially given the current circumstances, I know that I need to take every chance I can to further secure my latest novel’s publication.

If you are able to spare a $1 or so to help, that would be absolutely wonderful. Alternatively, if you know of anyone who might be interested, I would be so thankful if you could pass this information on to them.

I understand that times are tough right now, that’s why I am offering donation incentives, such as personalised pre-ordered copies of All Manner of ThingsI am also inviting every pledger to the novel’s launch party, so that I can pass on my personal thanks to each and every supporter of my novel.

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Stay safe and well!


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Falling Pomegranate Seeds: The Duty of Daughters

More about Wendy Dunn & her work as an author:

Author of FALLING POMEGRANATE SEEDS: The Duty of Daughters “…magnificent, riveting reading” ~ Viviane Crystal, Crystal Book Reviews.

“… thanks to Kate, a new voice has been added to the well-known haunting melody…” — Anna Belfrage for The Review.

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DEAR HEART, HOW LIKE YOU THIS?, “Seriously one of the best books ever written about Anne Boleyn.”

‘FALLING POMEGRANATE SEEDS: All Manner of Things’ coming on January 15th, 2021.

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Faculty of Higher Education

Swinburne University of Technology