You know if it takes a long conversation with you for me to get that conclusion you probley sould make it more clear in the timeline.
What Mistress Boleyn Wants (Mistress Boleyn Gets)
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Nah, you're reading more into than most because of your interest in the Percys. Most people aren't worried about a family feud 20 years in the making.
July 1528
She had lost a brother-in-law but gained a son. William Carey had died of the sweat on 22 June, the same afternoon that Anne had given birth to a boy. The child, Geoffrey, was pale and listless and she feared for his life like she had none of the others. But he lived and seemed to be thriving under the feeding of Mistress Clements, a cousin of Nell’s. Anne had tried to feed him, but he seemed always hungry – so she hired a wetnurse, as she had with the twins. The sweat wasn’t here in the north, but it might still come and Anne worried not only about her newborn son, but her niece Kitty who seemed to catch anything that came around. She was also worried about Henry, who hadn’t been well after spending six weeks on the borders; he had an ague which they had first feared was the sweat, but the fever had broken and all were well in the house.
“You need to rest, ma’am,” Mrs. Clements said as Anne watched her nurse the baby. “You’ve been running about all day.” She seemed about to say more but was interrupted by Henry, who was standing in the door, looking frightened. Anne nodded at Mrs. Clements and went to her husband. Without a word, they went to their office and closed the door.
He held up a letter. “It’s from court. The Queen is dead. The sweat.” Anne took the letter and read it herself. Katherine of Aragon, dead? It didn’t seem possible. But, in a letter from her father, here it was in black and white. Queen Katherine had taken ill two weeks earlier, thought to have recovered, but fell ill once more and died four days ago. The court was in mourning and both Anne and Henry were required for the funeral.
She had lost a brother-in-law but gained a son. William Carey had died of the sweat on 22 June, the same afternoon that Anne had given birth to a boy. The child, Geoffrey, was pale and listless and she feared for his life like she had none of the others. But he lived and seemed to be thriving under the feeding of Mistress Clements, a cousin of Nell’s. Anne had tried to feed him, but he seemed always hungry – so she hired a wetnurse, as she had with the twins. The sweat wasn’t here in the north, but it might still come and Anne worried not only about her newborn son, but her niece Kitty who seemed to catch anything that came around. She was also worried about Henry, who hadn’t been well after spending six weeks on the borders; he had an ague which they had first feared was the sweat, but the fever had broken and all were well in the house.
“You need to rest, ma’am,” Mrs. Clements said as Anne watched her nurse the baby. “You’ve been running about all day.” She seemed about to say more but was interrupted by Henry, who was standing in the door, looking frightened. Anne nodded at Mrs. Clements and went to her husband. Without a word, they went to their office and closed the door.
He held up a letter. “It’s from court. The Queen is dead. The sweat.” Anne took the letter and read it herself. Katherine of Aragon, dead? It didn’t seem possible. But, in a letter from her father, here it was in black and white. Queen Katherine had taken ill two weeks earlier, thought to have recovered, but fell ill once more and died four days ago. The court was in mourning and both Anne and Henry were required for the funeral.
So Henry viii is now free to marry anyone he wants without splitting England from Rome. So unless one of Henry Percy's sisters is unmarried and can be put under Henry viii nose or they are really lucky Anne's can't engineer a spectacular rise for her family. Hoplfuly the unless happens to keep the timeline intresting.
December 1528
Princess Mary Tudor looked around the room; she wanted to weep, but that would not befit a princess of the blood. She was 12 years old and looked younger, but was the reigning woman at court. Her father had decided to keep the Queen’s ladies as her ladies and she felt completely out of place among the sophisticated women and the jokes they made that she could make no sense of. The only time she was comfortable was when she was learning and the only one who seemed to understand that was Countess Percy. She kept the other women from ‘corrupting’ her with humor that was unfit (for which Mary was grateful, she had enough to confess as it was). Her aunt Mary, Duchess of Suffolk, was who the girl wanted, but the Duchess’ illness forbade her travel to court (that, and her brother’s horror of illness of any sort).
Anne, Countess Percy, was desperate to go home; but realized that, since the Poles were suspected of God knows what by the King; she was the Mistress of the Maids. She’d called her sister back to court to help; Mary’s children were at home in Hever with their grandmother, and Thomas Boleyn was on the continent, ostensibly to sound out Francis I for peace renewals, but also to look for a second Queen for his King. In the meantime, the king was working his way through the ladies of the court. He was currently on Jane Seymour, a pale (and so far as Anne could tell) and intangible sort of maid. Anne remembered the conversation she’d overheard between the siblings – Edward and Thomas, her two ambitious brothers, had advised their sister to not give in to the royal ardor in hopes of getting Jane a crown. Jane had agreed with them, but neglected to tell them their advice was a month late, she’d already submitted to the royal advances – Anne could have even told them the day she did (for it was an afternoon), having been forced to hide so she wouldn’t be seen by the couple (and incur Henry VIII’s already legendary temper).
Henry had already had his fill of Anne’s sister-in-law Jane, who was now pregnant and George had confided to his sister that George’s recent run of royal grace was due to the fact that Henry, not George, was the father of the child. Both Anne and George hoped and prayed for a girl. A new queen was also in their prayers, both Anne and Mary wanted to go home to their children, while George was (like most of his fellow courtiers) tired of playing bachelor with the King.
Anne found herself in an odd position; she was not mistress of the King, but he often asked for advice on domestic matters. He’d made a pass at her; but her horrified reaction had been genuine and his ego required him to treat it as a joke. Since then, she was his ‘substitute sister, until Mary recovers’ and found herself endlessly answering questions for him. Wolsey didn’t like it; but he had to put up with the King’s fancies.
“So, Sister Countess, what do you think? Eleanor of Austria or Marie of Guise?” he asked as she walked through a room where he and the cardinal sat at table, looking over papers. “Or someone else?”
Anne stopped and crossed over to the table. “Marie is young, isn’t she?”
“She is an heiress and sought after by many,” Wolsey said. “She would bring a handsome dowry.”
“She’s the age of the Princess Mary, I cannot see any good coming of that,” Anne said to the cardinal’s face and had the satisfaction of seeing him blanch. “Eleanor, if you must wed out of England. She is princess and old enough to appreciate the honor.”
“It will require a dispensation,” Wolsey said to the King.
Anne picked up a document and pretended to read it. “Your majesty has asked me my opinion; I feel Eleanor will be best for the country and for your daughter. She’s a relative and old enough to comfort the princess.” Anne tossed the document on the table and caught the King’s eye. “And there’s always my sister Mary; she’s a respectable widow,” she said with a smile.
Henry, startled by the mention of his former mistress, stared at her for a moment before breaking into a smile. “Indeed, madam, I had forgotten we have eligible ladies of our own. Perhaps I should take that into consideration. Whom would you recommend, other than your sister?”
Anne curtseyed deeply and looked up while still down. “I would never recommend anyone other than my sister, sire. She is an honorable woman and a good mother to two wonderful children. I see no reason why another lucky man should not also have children by her.” She rose and, nodding at the flabbergasted cardinal, went on her way.
“You said that? To the King?” Norfolk asked.
Anne nodded. “He asked for my opinion and I gave it.”
“God’s blood, woman, you’ll get us all into the Tower,” he muttered and took a long swig of ale.
“I don’t think so,” put in her father. “He enjoys her honest opinion; since he knows she won’t swerve, he trusts her like Percy does.”
“You think he’d come back to Mary?” Norfolk sounded half wishful.
“Stranger things have happened, but I doubt it.” George poured himself another cup.
“Why?” asked Norfolk.
“That Seymour bitch is hinting that she’s with child and it’s the King’s and perhaps he should wed her to save her honor, that’s what Jane tells me.”
“Really?” Anne asked. “We can stop that sure enough.” The men all looked at her expectantly. “All the King has to THINK is that he wasn’t the first man she had; if he thinks she’s wanton, he’ll wonder if the bastard’s his. He might get her a good marriage, but he won’t marry her.”
“And how is he to think that?” asked George, although he thought he knew what the answer would be.
“Who was warming your bed while Henry had your Jane?” Anne asked with a smirk. “I think the King can be made to believe it.”
“Not coming from us, he won’t. Those damn brothers of hers…”
“The Duke of Suffolk; all you have to do is mention it one night in your cups, George; Brandon will make sure the king hears about his little white-faced whore.”
Princess Mary Tudor looked around the room; she wanted to weep, but that would not befit a princess of the blood. She was 12 years old and looked younger, but was the reigning woman at court. Her father had decided to keep the Queen’s ladies as her ladies and she felt completely out of place among the sophisticated women and the jokes they made that she could make no sense of. The only time she was comfortable was when she was learning and the only one who seemed to understand that was Countess Percy. She kept the other women from ‘corrupting’ her with humor that was unfit (for which Mary was grateful, she had enough to confess as it was). Her aunt Mary, Duchess of Suffolk, was who the girl wanted, but the Duchess’ illness forbade her travel to court (that, and her brother’s horror of illness of any sort).
Anne, Countess Percy, was desperate to go home; but realized that, since the Poles were suspected of God knows what by the King; she was the Mistress of the Maids. She’d called her sister back to court to help; Mary’s children were at home in Hever with their grandmother, and Thomas Boleyn was on the continent, ostensibly to sound out Francis I for peace renewals, but also to look for a second Queen for his King. In the meantime, the king was working his way through the ladies of the court. He was currently on Jane Seymour, a pale (and so far as Anne could tell) and intangible sort of maid. Anne remembered the conversation she’d overheard between the siblings – Edward and Thomas, her two ambitious brothers, had advised their sister to not give in to the royal ardor in hopes of getting Jane a crown. Jane had agreed with them, but neglected to tell them their advice was a month late, she’d already submitted to the royal advances – Anne could have even told them the day she did (for it was an afternoon), having been forced to hide so she wouldn’t be seen by the couple (and incur Henry VIII’s already legendary temper).
Henry had already had his fill of Anne’s sister-in-law Jane, who was now pregnant and George had confided to his sister that George’s recent run of royal grace was due to the fact that Henry, not George, was the father of the child. Both Anne and George hoped and prayed for a girl. A new queen was also in their prayers, both Anne and Mary wanted to go home to their children, while George was (like most of his fellow courtiers) tired of playing bachelor with the King.
Anne found herself in an odd position; she was not mistress of the King, but he often asked for advice on domestic matters. He’d made a pass at her; but her horrified reaction had been genuine and his ego required him to treat it as a joke. Since then, she was his ‘substitute sister, until Mary recovers’ and found herself endlessly answering questions for him. Wolsey didn’t like it; but he had to put up with the King’s fancies.
“So, Sister Countess, what do you think? Eleanor of Austria or Marie of Guise?” he asked as she walked through a room where he and the cardinal sat at table, looking over papers. “Or someone else?”
Anne stopped and crossed over to the table. “Marie is young, isn’t she?”
“She is an heiress and sought after by many,” Wolsey said. “She would bring a handsome dowry.”
“She’s the age of the Princess Mary, I cannot see any good coming of that,” Anne said to the cardinal’s face and had the satisfaction of seeing him blanch. “Eleanor, if you must wed out of England. She is princess and old enough to appreciate the honor.”
“It will require a dispensation,” Wolsey said to the King.
Anne picked up a document and pretended to read it. “Your majesty has asked me my opinion; I feel Eleanor will be best for the country and for your daughter. She’s a relative and old enough to comfort the princess.” Anne tossed the document on the table and caught the King’s eye. “And there’s always my sister Mary; she’s a respectable widow,” she said with a smile.
Henry, startled by the mention of his former mistress, stared at her for a moment before breaking into a smile. “Indeed, madam, I had forgotten we have eligible ladies of our own. Perhaps I should take that into consideration. Whom would you recommend, other than your sister?”
Anne curtseyed deeply and looked up while still down. “I would never recommend anyone other than my sister, sire. She is an honorable woman and a good mother to two wonderful children. I see no reason why another lucky man should not also have children by her.” She rose and, nodding at the flabbergasted cardinal, went on her way.
“You said that? To the King?” Norfolk asked.
Anne nodded. “He asked for my opinion and I gave it.”
“God’s blood, woman, you’ll get us all into the Tower,” he muttered and took a long swig of ale.
“I don’t think so,” put in her father. “He enjoys her honest opinion; since he knows she won’t swerve, he trusts her like Percy does.”
“You think he’d come back to Mary?” Norfolk sounded half wishful.
“Stranger things have happened, but I doubt it.” George poured himself another cup.
“Why?” asked Norfolk.
“That Seymour bitch is hinting that she’s with child and it’s the King’s and perhaps he should wed her to save her honor, that’s what Jane tells me.”
“Really?” Anne asked. “We can stop that sure enough.” The men all looked at her expectantly. “All the King has to THINK is that he wasn’t the first man she had; if he thinks she’s wanton, he’ll wonder if the bastard’s his. He might get her a good marriage, but he won’t marry her.”
“And how is he to think that?” asked George, although he thought he knew what the answer would be.
“Who was warming your bed while Henry had your Jane?” Anne asked with a smirk. “I think the King can be made to believe it.”
“Not coming from us, he won’t. Those damn brothers of hers…”
“The Duke of Suffolk; all you have to do is mention it one night in your cups, George; Brandon will make sure the king hears about his little white-faced whore.”
Intresting. A possbilety of a queen Mary bolyen. The Percy's are on there way up. But the Howard's may get in there way.
Anne is balancing family interest (Boleyn/Howard) with family interest (Boleyn/Percy); it's not a comfortable situation.
Why does Anne want the howard part of her family to rise other then there her family? She doesn't seem to like uncle Norfolk.
Uh, her mom's a Howard. So, don't want to piss off the Duke - he's technically the head of the extended family. So, she's balancing her personal family against her married family life. It's the same trouble she'd have in any case save marrying the King. Not liking Norfolk is kind of a family thing, he's grumpy, he's in charge (he's got the money) he's in a position of power and he's not a real likable man, which is probably why Henry trusts him. It's really Boleyn/Howard (her parents) vs. Her life with Henry Percy rather than how I phrased it above.
January 1529
The hallways of the castle were draughty and Anne was in a hurry to get to her rooms, where Nell would have the bed warmed. She was in such a hurry that she didn’t see Edward or Thomas Seymour until the latter grabbed her arm and the former held up a finger in front of her lips.
“How dare you!” she spat at him regardless. She caught sight of someone else in the hall, but said nothing – the Seymours did not notice the newcomer. She tried to shake loose of Thomas, but he held her fast.
“How dare you!” Edward hissed back. “Your brother slandered our sister by telling Brandon he’d bedded her before she caught the King’s interest! She is chaste and, unlike you, forcing a good man to marry you by claiming he’d –“ His comments were stopped by Anne’s slap to his face. She stomped on Thomas’ foot, forcing him to release her.
“Your whore of a sister has been sleeping with the king since my brother. You should have warned her BEFORE she came to court not to sleep with courtiers; they all talk. I wouldn’t be surprised if Brandon had had her as well.” Anne said. She thought she knew who the newcomer was, but wasn’t quite sure.
“Your whore of a sister will never be queen; Francis had her,” Thomas said as he shifted his weight off his injured foot.
“If Francis had had her, she’d have the french disease, she doesn’t. Francis claims to have slept with every woman in his court. He’d never have time to govern or hunt if everything said of him were true. He only claimed to have slept with Mary because she gave herself to King Henry after denying him; he was jealous.” Anne began rubbing her sleeve and looked at Thomas. “You are paying to replace this, you’ve ruined it with your greasy hands.”
“Have your Earl pay for –“ began Edward, only to be interrupted from a voice behind him.
“Sir Thomas, surely you do not intend to ruin a woman’s sleeve and not replace it,” Henry VIII stepped into the light. “And why are you gentlemen detaining Countess Percy? Can you not tell your King what is so important it would not wait for a decent hour and place?”
“It’s a private matter, your grace,” Edward said, bowing.
“How so?” Henry asked, smiling. “Surely you should have no secrets from your King.” Anne knew he’d heard most of the conversation, if not all, and covered heself with a deep curtsey. Henry motioned for her to rise and held out his arm. She stepped between the Seymours and placed her hand on it, watching the brothers as they tried to explain themselves.
“We’ve heard something unsettling about her brother,” began Edward, but went no further.
“Then surely the Viscount is who you should be speaking with, not the Countess. What have you heard about that scoundrel George? That he cheated on his wife, perhaps?” Henry patted Anne’s arm. “Yes, I heard about that, but it happens even in the happiest marriages.”
“Well, with her pregnant, I really can’t blame him,” Anne said, smiling, deliberately misinterpreting the king’s meaning.
“That’s true, I was not always faithful during those times myself,” Henry admitted and turned back to the Seymours. “Whatever you wish to know from Viscount Rochford, you ask him and leave the court ladies alone. Really, you might be highwaymen, waylaying respectable women in dark corridors.” With that, Henry turned, tucked Anne’s hand into the corner of his arm and said, “Allow me to escort you safely to your chambers, Countess.” They left the Seymours in the hallway, wondering how much the king had heard before they turned and left.
Anne had thought she’d get away without discussing the matter until Henry asked:
“Did your brother sleep with Jane Seymour?”
“Well, you were with his wife,” she said. “What was he to do? He wouldn’t want to swerve, but the Seymour girl was….willing?” she offered. Henry chuckled.
“That she is,” he said. “Your chambers, madam. I will have the money for the sleeve from Tom Seymour by tomorrow or know the reason why.” He bowed and left her outside her door. She quickly opened it and slipped inside.
“Madam?” Nell asked, noting her expression, then the sleeve. “And what’s this?”
“That stupid Tom Seymour grabbed my arm and wouldn’t let go!” Anne told her. “It’s ruined.”
“He owes you for it, but you’ll have trouble getting the money from that one,” observed Nell. Anne’s laughter at the words puzzled her until her mistress explained:
“The King came along while he was doing it and says Seymour will be ordered to pay for it. His majesty tells me I’ll have the money tomorrow or he’ll know the reason why.” Anne’s teeth began chattering as the events caught up with her.
“Into bed with you, I’ve had the coals under the blankets for an hour now, you’ll be fine.” Nell undressed her, put her into her night rail and then into bed.
The hallways of the castle were draughty and Anne was in a hurry to get to her rooms, where Nell would have the bed warmed. She was in such a hurry that she didn’t see Edward or Thomas Seymour until the latter grabbed her arm and the former held up a finger in front of her lips.
“How dare you!” she spat at him regardless. She caught sight of someone else in the hall, but said nothing – the Seymours did not notice the newcomer. She tried to shake loose of Thomas, but he held her fast.
“How dare you!” Edward hissed back. “Your brother slandered our sister by telling Brandon he’d bedded her before she caught the King’s interest! She is chaste and, unlike you, forcing a good man to marry you by claiming he’d –“ His comments were stopped by Anne’s slap to his face. She stomped on Thomas’ foot, forcing him to release her.
“Your whore of a sister has been sleeping with the king since my brother. You should have warned her BEFORE she came to court not to sleep with courtiers; they all talk. I wouldn’t be surprised if Brandon had had her as well.” Anne said. She thought she knew who the newcomer was, but wasn’t quite sure.
“Your whore of a sister will never be queen; Francis had her,” Thomas said as he shifted his weight off his injured foot.
“If Francis had had her, she’d have the french disease, she doesn’t. Francis claims to have slept with every woman in his court. He’d never have time to govern or hunt if everything said of him were true. He only claimed to have slept with Mary because she gave herself to King Henry after denying him; he was jealous.” Anne began rubbing her sleeve and looked at Thomas. “You are paying to replace this, you’ve ruined it with your greasy hands.”
“Have your Earl pay for –“ began Edward, only to be interrupted from a voice behind him.
“Sir Thomas, surely you do not intend to ruin a woman’s sleeve and not replace it,” Henry VIII stepped into the light. “And why are you gentlemen detaining Countess Percy? Can you not tell your King what is so important it would not wait for a decent hour and place?”
“It’s a private matter, your grace,” Edward said, bowing.
“How so?” Henry asked, smiling. “Surely you should have no secrets from your King.” Anne knew he’d heard most of the conversation, if not all, and covered heself with a deep curtsey. Henry motioned for her to rise and held out his arm. She stepped between the Seymours and placed her hand on it, watching the brothers as they tried to explain themselves.
“We’ve heard something unsettling about her brother,” began Edward, but went no further.
“Then surely the Viscount is who you should be speaking with, not the Countess. What have you heard about that scoundrel George? That he cheated on his wife, perhaps?” Henry patted Anne’s arm. “Yes, I heard about that, but it happens even in the happiest marriages.”
“Well, with her pregnant, I really can’t blame him,” Anne said, smiling, deliberately misinterpreting the king’s meaning.
“That’s true, I was not always faithful during those times myself,” Henry admitted and turned back to the Seymours. “Whatever you wish to know from Viscount Rochford, you ask him and leave the court ladies alone. Really, you might be highwaymen, waylaying respectable women in dark corridors.” With that, Henry turned, tucked Anne’s hand into the corner of his arm and said, “Allow me to escort you safely to your chambers, Countess.” They left the Seymours in the hallway, wondering how much the king had heard before they turned and left.
Anne had thought she’d get away without discussing the matter until Henry asked:
“Did your brother sleep with Jane Seymour?”
“Well, you were with his wife,” she said. “What was he to do? He wouldn’t want to swerve, but the Seymour girl was….willing?” she offered. Henry chuckled.
“That she is,” he said. “Your chambers, madam. I will have the money for the sleeve from Tom Seymour by tomorrow or know the reason why.” He bowed and left her outside her door. She quickly opened it and slipped inside.
“Madam?” Nell asked, noting her expression, then the sleeve. “And what’s this?”
“That stupid Tom Seymour grabbed my arm and wouldn’t let go!” Anne told her. “It’s ruined.”
“He owes you for it, but you’ll have trouble getting the money from that one,” observed Nell. Anne’s laughter at the words puzzled her until her mistress explained:
“The King came along while he was doing it and says Seymour will be ordered to pay for it. His majesty tells me I’ll have the money tomorrow or he’ll know the reason why.” Anne’s teeth began chattering as the events caught up with her.
“Into bed with you, I’ve had the coals under the blankets for an hour now, you’ll be fine.” Nell undressed her, put her into her night rail and then into bed.
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I'm pretty sure pre reformation while the Howard's had a better title and the Percy's had more wealth. Which put the families on an even keel. So why don't the Boleyns put all there chips with the more likable and mallable Henry percy? What the worst can the duke do?
OTL Henry Percy didn't have the cojones to stand up to anyone for the love of Anne Boleyn; I haven't really changed his personality - I made it part of his dynamic with Anne instead. She's the brains, he's the brawn.
What's the worst the duke can do? I won't go into that, but since Norfolk has more intimate access to the King than Anne (we're only seeing her side of things); he can plant the idea that Thomas Percy wasn't smart enough to pull off the pretender hosting without his brother's consent and that then the Percys (Henry and Anne) used Thomas' trust to set him up out of jealousy of his place in the King's favor (after Thomas saved the King's life). It doesn't take much to set off Henry's paranoia - even in this ATL. So, the least the Duke can do is plant a seed of doubt about the Percys in the King's ear.
What's the worst the duke can do? I won't go into that, but since Norfolk has more intimate access to the King than Anne (we're only seeing her side of things); he can plant the idea that Thomas Percy wasn't smart enough to pull off the pretender hosting without his brother's consent and that then the Percys (Henry and Anne) used Thomas' trust to set him up out of jealousy of his place in the King's favor (after Thomas saved the King's life). It doesn't take much to set off Henry's paranoia - even in this ATL. So, the least the Duke can do is plant a seed of doubt about the Percys in the King's ear.
Go to the "Henry VIII dies in 1536" and argue for or against a contender for Elizabeth Tudor's hand. You'll find a familiar name there.....
Ok I noticed you mentioning Thomas Percy the younger but what was that in reference to in this thread?
To keep track of it all:
Lord Henry Percy, Earl of Northumberland (b.1502) m. Anne Boleyn (b.1501/1507) (a)
Lord Henry Percy, Earl of Northumberland (b.1502) m. Anne Boleyn (b.1501/1507) (a)
1a) Lord Algernon Henry Percy (b.1525)
2a) Miscarriage (c.1525)
3a) Lord George Percy (b.1526: d.1527)
4a) Lady Claudia Percy (b.1526)
5a) Lord Geoffrey Percy (b.1528)
Thomas Percy, Earl of Carlisle (b.1504: d.1527) m. Mary Talbot (c.1500: d.1527) (a)2a) Miscarriage (c.1525)
3a) Lord George Percy (b.1526: d.1527)
4a) Lady Claudia Percy (b.1526)
5a) Lord Geoffrey Percy (b.1528)
1a) Lord Thomas Percy, Earl of Carlisle (b.1526)
2a) Lady Catherine Percy (b.1527)
Lord George Boleyn, Viscount Rochford (c.1504) m. Lady Jane Parker (b.1505) (a)2a) Lady Catherine Percy (b.1527)
1a) Lady Alice Boleyn (b.1527)
cal - "Henry VIII dies in 1536" was the referenced thread I gave you.
Thanx, K, for the update. I have it on my file but I forget it's not posted here. george and jane had better get busy and have a son or the crown will get Hever!
Thanx, K, for the update. I have it on my file but I forget it's not posted here. george and jane had better get busy and have a son or the crown will get Hever!
Wait why would the crown steal the inhertence of rightful if female heir? Or is that a spoiler?