[ Anne won't take that long to get there, since she's already proper for visitations. She takes an umbrella along, of course, to save the curls of her hair and the silk of her dress, but the rain is more a drizzle than a downpour. She has suffered worse, and in the mud no less.
A knock? Excuse you. Better to have someone announce her, but there is none of course, so she simply strolls on in and announces herself. ]
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A knock? Excuse you. Better to have someone announce her, but there is none of course, so she simply strolls on in and announces herself. ]
It is I, Anne Boleyn.