His room was impeccable. That's what Anne noticed at first, and it impressed her. Usually men weren't so tidy ( Read more... )

Anne was happy to have Edward. He wasn't like other men she'd met--he was gentler, it seemed, and she appreciated that.

And when she woke on Christmas morning, she was pleased to know that she was in his--no, their--room. It felt comforting.

"It's Christmas," she said aloud, more to herself than to Edward. She couldn't help but grin.

"--Oh! It...made a noise. How odd. I suppose...I think I'm supposed to talk into this--thing. I'm not certain how it works exactly, but here goes. This is Anne Boleyn, and if you need to speak with me, you can do so...here. I hope you are doing well--whoever you are."

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