My family was pretty scandalous for the time, being anti-Catholic and I was everything Henry was looking for ever since he had divorced his first wife, Catherine of Aragon, and his lecherous eye fell on my younger sister and also me.
Because the camera was still 300 years in the future, Henry sent his court painter to Germany to paint us both to help him decide which one would be the lucky one, a contest i 'won' but when i walked into the room to meet him for the first time, Henry was not pleased and he complained about my looks but the royal wedding was already in the works so there was no backing out now.
On January 6, 1540, i became Queen but the complaints did not end, Henry complained about my inexperience in the bedroom and i smelt so he set about trying to weasel out of the marriage and said that as my family had signed a pre-contract to marry another man when i was 11, I was not legally not able to marry Henry and the union was annulled.
I was pretty relieved to leave the marriage with my head still squarely attached to my shoulders but him marrying Catherine Howard within a few weeks of the annulment hurt but not as much as losing her head must have hurt Catherine.
Despite everything, Henry and I were on friendly terms, mostly thanks to my desire to keep something above my neck and i became great friends with his children, especially Mary who invited me to her coronation when Henry died and she was made Queen.
I got a decent severance pay for being an ex-queen and just before my 42nd Birthday i died of cancer but i got a decent burial in Westminster Abbey, the only one of Henry's wives to be buried there.
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